Chapter 7,
Fighting Old Demons.
Ok you should all know this but I don't own harry potter, I own my character, Raelyn Ravenscroft, I own the plot and a few fucked up words in this fanfic, so don't sue me, at least not until I DO own harry potter, cause then I would have lots of money to pay you bastards off with heh. Anyway onto the fic.
As the golden trio and I spiraled through the darkness it seemed I could I feel everything around me, it made me laugh how weasley whimpered like a child every time a rush of cold air formed around us. After what seemed like forever though it got old and I was ready to stab him with my now sharply grown nails. But just as it seemed the darkness would last forever we fell into a dim, dank, dungeon like room. In the far reaches, past the stone walls we were confined in you could here people screaming as if being tortured. As my hearing had become so acute I could hear their flesh being torn away and peeled off of them while the others couldn't. I guess the trio should count it as a blessing, mostly since, they didn't have to endure the sickly popping, scraping sound and as the skin fell away from muscle and bone, just listening to it felt like torture. Blocking the sounds out as best as I could I looked around for Draco, or a door.
What I found was not what I had expected. In a corner of the room was a little child, it had bright blond almost white hair and pale skin. The child was wearing torn clothes where it looked as if the cloth had been torn by a whip. And underneath the tears were long, ragged, bloody slashes. To see this child crying and curled into themselves so ragged made me sick. I approached this child with the thought to help it, but as I touched a part of its shoulder that wasn't wounded I wanted to scream. Before me was Draco, a younger maybe 7 year old version of him but none the less Draco. He was looking at me with big beautiful blue eyes as if begging me to just kill him and end it. I couldn't kill him though, instead I reached my hand out to touch his small bruised cheek, but the moment I touched him he vanished. I started crying, slowly weeping for him to have such a horrible past, but I had no time since far off I heard an ear piercing scream.
I started running toward the noise, I knew they were close but I was surprised at what I found. Once again, it was another Draco only he looked about twelve and very mad. He was pummeling Granger screaming like a madman.
" Filthy mudblood, you disgust me, you and Dumbledore, crazy old bastard letting mudbloods like you in, you don't deserve to be at that school none of you do!"
I stood there horrified, this was a side of Draco I had never seen, mostly because he knew things like that disgusted me. As I watched in horror I saw Weasley and Potter trying to pull him off Granger. I could sense though this was not Draco and they could never get rid of him, they would just die in the process, so I kicked Potter and Weasley in their ribs making them spill onto the floor. They started to scream as me but stopped when they saw me hug the fake Draco and he immediately disappeared, as did all traces that he had attacked Granger. They all just sat up and stared at me as if I had grown another head, which at this point, I would not have been surprised.
"What?" I growled at them, "you would have DIED if I had not helped, so why are you looking at me like that?"
"Blimey, how did you do that?" This from Weasley, I just sighed
"It wasn't the real Draco, and if you know he is not the real one he will disappear the moment you touch him."
"We knew he wasn't the real one, he was too nice to be Draco but he felt real" This from Granger.
"And that is why he didn't leave, because he felt real. Now lets go, were wasting time, Draco or your friends could be hurting, why don't we work together for now and fight for our friends and go back to hating each other later?"
"We don't hate you, just Malfoy." Potter said.
"That shouldn't matter right now, or ever, you should always help others."
"True, we will help, but only now, later ferret boy will still be hated."
I nodded quietly and started walking toward the only door in the room, at the end of a long darkened corridor.