Hi, second chapter up.. hope you like it..
Disclaimer I don't own any of JK Rolling's Stuff.
Don't Give In
Who Brought Me Here?
Draco woke up in the hospital wing. The stiff white covers wrapped tightly around him could protect him from the chill outside, but it was the chill inside his own body and very soul that brought back all the memories from the previous night. Worried, he looked around him, all was dark. Gradually, his eyes grew accustomed to that discomforting darkness, revealing, to be around him the thick wine coloured, velvety curtains that marked the beds of the hospital wing. Right before him lay a darker spot of the curtain, making out the shape of a sitting.. man! Draco, scared, pushed his body the farthest he could away from the dark figure. As his eyes grew even more accustomed to the dark, he noticed the long greasy hair falling from the man's tilted head, onto his shoulder. He drew closer to the figure, noticing it was asleep. Draco opened a bit of the curtains letting in some of the moonlight that poured through a window not very far. He looked at the face while a crooked nose came to view.. a very familiar crooked nose.. lying there was no other than Severus Snape, known to most students as a menacing potions master, but to him, he was the enemy.. Draco knew Snape was a death-eater, one of the Dark Lord's followers. He himself had seen Snape in various "meetings" and had heard from his father all of what Snape did, all of whom Snape killed. Draco knew his father was jealous of Snape, the dark lord seemed to better like Snape.. "after all" his father had once said "he is the only one who can bring the lord information of Dumbledore's preparations.. but not for long" Lucius had continued.. "soon my son, you will be his messenger and with that we.. The Malfoys will be first place.. he will see where faith in him lies.." that was when his father had revealed to Draco that all that he wanted him for was to gain the appreciation of the Dark Lord.. Draco didn't like his father.. but the fact that his father liked Voldemort better than he liked /him/ was another factor that added to Draco's hate of voldemort.. almost as if he was jealous.. almost but who could be jealous when it came to the love of Lucius.. if love he did.. "But what is Snape doing here?" He interrupted himself "And how on earth did I get here?" He frowned as he tried to remember something else of the previous night.. after some pain it all became blurry.. no wait.. he could remembered being alone for some time.. then, being picked up.. oh it was useless.. these were all faint remembrances and still probably only his impression of things.. or.. maybe not.
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While Draco was thinking, the dark form of the Potions Master awakened.
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Draco decided he didn't want to stick around and find out the answers to his questions, the fact was, Snape was a death eater, probably watching him so that he didn't have any more "second thoughts". He stood up slowly, deciding to go as he remembered the pain from the last time he had "second thoughts", and was ready to leave when a rough voice called out to him..
"There's no need to run away /now/ Mr. Malfoy." Snape said emphasising the now in the sentence.. Draco froze.. "Don't worry, I won't tell Him you intended on running away.." "Why?" Draco asked astounded "Because I'm not with him.. not anymore..." he added the second bit as though for himself and then continued, louder. "Sit down Draco, we have to talk.." Draco slowly made his way back to bed, and sat up, knees held against his chest. "Are you sure that you want to be a death eater?" "huh.." Draco didn't get this, it didn't sound like a threat.. It sounded like a legitimate question, full of concern. "Draco, you are not your father.. it is YOU that has to decide what you want to do with your life, not, Lucius." That sounded awfully familiar but Draco thought best just to listen a bit more.. the man was right, he knew that up to now his life had resumed to doing as his father asked and that resumed to doing as the dark lord asked.. Snape kept going.. "I must tell you something Draco, I hope you understand.. I have been through what you are going through now, but I had no one to tell me what I'm telling you now.. Draco, becoming a death eater was the worse thing I did to myself, I am so lucky Dumbledore was understanding and didn't look at me disgusted when I told him. I knew I'd be killed if I left the dark lord, and, if I managed to survive there would always be this.." He pulled up the sleeve covering his left arm.. "to remind me." ".. what happened, how come your still with Him..?" Draco asked, forgetting all worries and believing the man.. he could tell by the man's full-of- emotion-and-pain eyes that he was telling the truth. He was now curious to know what made his potions teacher survive all the pain.., at least double the pain /he/ already felt. "Dumbledore took me in, I work as a spy for him, and the ministry.." "why are you telling me this?" Draco asked.. confused and once again suspicious "I could just tell Him" "I feel you won't tell Voldemort.. you still have time to make the choice for yourself.." he continued "live your own life and suffer the consequences of your own choices.." Draco was even more confused but he knew this could be of help "what can I do?" "Don't attend the meetings anymore, forget Him, resist Him, fight back the power He already has upon you.." "How? if I don't go, they'll be suspicious, they'll kill me.." "not while you are here in Hogwarts.." Snape looked at the boy, he recognised some of the feelings in his eyes, fright, confusion and one other thing he didn't seem to quite understand.. what was it.. Silence drifted through the room, both of the men stared at each other, not quite trusting each other.. "will you help me?" Draco couldn't believe what he had heard, but, after all if the man wasn't joking, which he didn't seem to be anyway, it was a way out, Draco just wasn't sure he'd make it on his own. Snape saw in the boy, all he had once been, he knew how much a fatherly figure was missed.. he wouldn't let /this/ boy go wrong, just as he had once done. It was incredible how one small decision can alter your life forever.. he was /still/suffering the consequences of /his/ "small" decision. " I /will/ help you through it." Snape answered seriously, looking the boy straight in the eye.. he could see relief in there.. " thank you.." Snape could have hugged the boy. He was glad some of the loneliness Draco felt would leave.. maybe some of his loneliness would also go.. maybe.. Draco was less than half his age, but, incredibly mature.. Just like him, Draco had been forced to grow..
Anyway.. plz review.. I still don't know what I sound like..
Disclaimer I don't own any of JK Rolling's Stuff.
Don't Give In
Who Brought Me Here?
Draco woke up in the hospital wing. The stiff white covers wrapped tightly around him could protect him from the chill outside, but it was the chill inside his own body and very soul that brought back all the memories from the previous night. Worried, he looked around him, all was dark. Gradually, his eyes grew accustomed to that discomforting darkness, revealing, to be around him the thick wine coloured, velvety curtains that marked the beds of the hospital wing. Right before him lay a darker spot of the curtain, making out the shape of a sitting.. man! Draco, scared, pushed his body the farthest he could away from the dark figure. As his eyes grew even more accustomed to the dark, he noticed the long greasy hair falling from the man's tilted head, onto his shoulder. He drew closer to the figure, noticing it was asleep. Draco opened a bit of the curtains letting in some of the moonlight that poured through a window not very far. He looked at the face while a crooked nose came to view.. a very familiar crooked nose.. lying there was no other than Severus Snape, known to most students as a menacing potions master, but to him, he was the enemy.. Draco knew Snape was a death-eater, one of the Dark Lord's followers. He himself had seen Snape in various "meetings" and had heard from his father all of what Snape did, all of whom Snape killed. Draco knew his father was jealous of Snape, the dark lord seemed to better like Snape.. "after all" his father had once said "he is the only one who can bring the lord information of Dumbledore's preparations.. but not for long" Lucius had continued.. "soon my son, you will be his messenger and with that we.. The Malfoys will be first place.. he will see where faith in him lies.." that was when his father had revealed to Draco that all that he wanted him for was to gain the appreciation of the Dark Lord.. Draco didn't like his father.. but the fact that his father liked Voldemort better than he liked /him/ was another factor that added to Draco's hate of voldemort.. almost as if he was jealous.. almost but who could be jealous when it came to the love of Lucius.. if love he did.. "But what is Snape doing here?" He interrupted himself "And how on earth did I get here?" He frowned as he tried to remember something else of the previous night.. after some pain it all became blurry.. no wait.. he could remembered being alone for some time.. then, being picked up.. oh it was useless.. these were all faint remembrances and still probably only his impression of things.. or.. maybe not.
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While Draco was thinking, the dark form of the Potions Master awakened.
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Draco decided he didn't want to stick around and find out the answers to his questions, the fact was, Snape was a death eater, probably watching him so that he didn't have any more "second thoughts". He stood up slowly, deciding to go as he remembered the pain from the last time he had "second thoughts", and was ready to leave when a rough voice called out to him..
"There's no need to run away /now/ Mr. Malfoy." Snape said emphasising the now in the sentence.. Draco froze.. "Don't worry, I won't tell Him you intended on running away.." "Why?" Draco asked astounded "Because I'm not with him.. not anymore..." he added the second bit as though for himself and then continued, louder. "Sit down Draco, we have to talk.." Draco slowly made his way back to bed, and sat up, knees held against his chest. "Are you sure that you want to be a death eater?" "huh.." Draco didn't get this, it didn't sound like a threat.. It sounded like a legitimate question, full of concern. "Draco, you are not your father.. it is YOU that has to decide what you want to do with your life, not, Lucius." That sounded awfully familiar but Draco thought best just to listen a bit more.. the man was right, he knew that up to now his life had resumed to doing as his father asked and that resumed to doing as the dark lord asked.. Snape kept going.. "I must tell you something Draco, I hope you understand.. I have been through what you are going through now, but I had no one to tell me what I'm telling you now.. Draco, becoming a death eater was the worse thing I did to myself, I am so lucky Dumbledore was understanding and didn't look at me disgusted when I told him. I knew I'd be killed if I left the dark lord, and, if I managed to survive there would always be this.." He pulled up the sleeve covering his left arm.. "to remind me." ".. what happened, how come your still with Him..?" Draco asked, forgetting all worries and believing the man.. he could tell by the man's full-of- emotion-and-pain eyes that he was telling the truth. He was now curious to know what made his potions teacher survive all the pain.., at least double the pain /he/ already felt. "Dumbledore took me in, I work as a spy for him, and the ministry.." "why are you telling me this?" Draco asked.. confused and once again suspicious "I could just tell Him" "I feel you won't tell Voldemort.. you still have time to make the choice for yourself.." he continued "live your own life and suffer the consequences of your own choices.." Draco was even more confused but he knew this could be of help "what can I do?" "Don't attend the meetings anymore, forget Him, resist Him, fight back the power He already has upon you.." "How? if I don't go, they'll be suspicious, they'll kill me.." "not while you are here in Hogwarts.." Snape looked at the boy, he recognised some of the feelings in his eyes, fright, confusion and one other thing he didn't seem to quite understand.. what was it.. Silence drifted through the room, both of the men stared at each other, not quite trusting each other.. "will you help me?" Draco couldn't believe what he had heard, but, after all if the man wasn't joking, which he didn't seem to be anyway, it was a way out, Draco just wasn't sure he'd make it on his own. Snape saw in the boy, all he had once been, he knew how much a fatherly figure was missed.. he wouldn't let /this/ boy go wrong, just as he had once done. It was incredible how one small decision can alter your life forever.. he was /still/suffering the consequences of /his/ "small" decision. " I /will/ help you through it." Snape answered seriously, looking the boy straight in the eye.. he could see relief in there.. " thank you.." Snape could have hugged the boy. He was glad some of the loneliness Draco felt would leave.. maybe some of his loneliness would also go.. maybe.. Draco was less than half his age, but, incredibly mature.. Just like him, Draco had been forced to grow..
Anyway.. plz review.. I still don't know what I sound like..