I didn't like this chapter that much, I might repost after reading it
through a few times. It just doesn't sound right to me. It's a first
draft anyway. Although, it is much longer than the others...ONWARDS!!!
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Stealth.
Voices speak softly in the night-time air, of evil and treachery.
I'm here to bring you down, Malfoy. I will bring. you. down. Count on that.
I'm going to take Malfoy little into protective custody, and you cannot do anything about that. My mind's eye of late seems to have taken to observing Lucius Malfoy as well, when I sleep. I have seen him do horrible things.
I have seen him perform not only spells and curses...but he even attempted an enchantment! Thankfully, he is not strong enough. Lucius Malfoy is a strong wizard, no doubt, but Enchantments are a gift given to those of specific lineage.
The part that stuns me, always, is that...he was performing them on someone who, although animosity has been shared, deserves none. Yet, you have fooled him into believing that they are goodness and love. You sick perverted-
Stop thinking like this, Potter! Get your head out of your fucking ass and get on the job; no way are you going to ruin this because of your idiocy and inattentive mind.
Walking slowly down the hall, I kept my wand in a firm position, proven to be ready for a fight.
Duels are no longer used. Wizards have become attracted to Guerrilla warfare in this age. The War has taken its toll on us all, especially with Necromancers being found every day. They were fickle at first, when deciding which side to choose. And we had to be careful about our actions and reactions, Necromancers are complex creatures.
Voldemort is and always has been too easy to read. Anger, hatred, etc. Dumbledore intrigues them; we now have their full support.
:: "Mister Potter...you're even more beautiful than I imagined..."::
:: "Pardon?" ::
:: "Go to him, he hurts..."::
:: "Who?"::
But he was gone. The snake had glided out of the picture and fled from Harry's site.
"Fucking snakes" Harry muttered under his breath, "'S why I wasn't made a Slytherin."
Shoving my concentration to the task at hand, I slowly rounded the corner and saw Malfoy, Avery, McNair, and Goyle just in time before their heads shot up.
Stunning McNair and Avery, I killed Goyle on the spot.
"Lucius." I stated, concealing every emotion ever felt for him.
"Excellently executed, Mister Potter. Yet, I was half hoping that you would have forgotten my name, although, you would seem to remember me. If you take into account the number of times you would have seen my son in the throes of agony, that is." A light, pleasant smile had worked its way onto Lucius's elegantly patrician features.
"Malfoy, one of us will die tonight, please tell me who you believe this to be." A slightly sick grin had manifested upon my face, and I knew that.
"Why, Mister Potter, I know, yet, why don't we put my theoretical beliefs to a test."
Three and a half hours later, at one-thirty in the morning, Lucius Malfoy was upon his knees, fourteen meters from me.
"You...will never...win...you bastard...child. Heh...orphan bitch...go prostitute... yourself...you cauc...asian...male...whore. At least...we know...you take af...ter your...mother." Malfoy raggedly gasped.
"Happy Christmas, Mother fucker. I hope hell is warm enough for you. Borre la sangre."
With that spell uttered, Lucius Malfoy paled continuously for the next minute, until he turned to dust. His entire body disintegrated to ashes.
"NO!" a hoarse and distraught shout echoed around the room.
Draco Malfoy ran in, covered barely by a sheet. He ran to his father's side and let his body fall to the ashes. Crying silently and shaking uncontrollably on the pile of residue, Draco Malfoy broke down.
I, not knowing what else to do, picked Draco up and brought him into the nearest bedroom.
"Draco, I know this is hard for you to understand, but I had to put him away for the sake of goodness."
'Goodness...' one thing entered in Draco's mind.
"Goodness...Goodness..." repeating and repeating.
"Yes, Draco for good-"
"GOODNESS IS NOTHING!!! GOODNESS SUCKS!!!"
Draco kept screaming for three more minutes, until he broke down in sobs.
"Draco, Lucius was evil..."
"He loved me."
"No, Draco he didn't love-"
"You're right, Harry." Draco's whisper was getting softer and softer.
"I am?"
"No one loves me..." His voice faded out.
"No...you're wrong..."
Draco was fast asleep.
Silently, Harry brought a chair over to the dressor, so that Draco had all the space he needed while he could keep a good eye on him.
Silently reviewing the conversation, Draco's tone of complete and utter self-contempt...
Wait.
Harry?
Borre la sangre- (Spanish) Erase the blood
Kalinta: Thank you. You were a great help to me, and really funny (comic relief is a plus) I've thought things through, and here I am. As they say, the show must go on. Sorry for the wait!!!
Willow-nymph: Draco's Gem, hmm, I might work that into the story somehow, Ah! Just got a case of the Ponderings, anyway, I'm glad you liked my story.
TheTigersFire: Yes MA'AM!!!! (*sets to work on next chapter*) thanks for being all "Get over it and write cause that's what's important" it helped, SQUEE!!!
MustIBeAMalfoy: Can you imagine how grateful I was from a message from the QUEEN!!??!! (you, just in case ya dinna know) You were the first on my favourites list, SOMEONE LOVES ME, SO BACK OFF BIZNITCH!!! (sorry, just a message to the HATERS *mutters embarrassed excuses about her love of that word*) If you could see me, I'd show you my happy dance (I learned to click my heels, yay!)
Shadowcat9: Thankyou. That's all I can say, thankyou so much for giving a damn and writing to me. You were so nice, I'm grinning like an idiot right now cause I can't find the words to express my gratitude. Thank you.
THIS ONE IS FOR ALL OF MY REVIEWERS!!! I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU!!!!
-Pirate-
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Stealth.
Voices speak softly in the night-time air, of evil and treachery.
I'm here to bring you down, Malfoy. I will bring. you. down. Count on that.
I'm going to take Malfoy little into protective custody, and you cannot do anything about that. My mind's eye of late seems to have taken to observing Lucius Malfoy as well, when I sleep. I have seen him do horrible things.
I have seen him perform not only spells and curses...but he even attempted an enchantment! Thankfully, he is not strong enough. Lucius Malfoy is a strong wizard, no doubt, but Enchantments are a gift given to those of specific lineage.
The part that stuns me, always, is that...he was performing them on someone who, although animosity has been shared, deserves none. Yet, you have fooled him into believing that they are goodness and love. You sick perverted-
Stop thinking like this, Potter! Get your head out of your fucking ass and get on the job; no way are you going to ruin this because of your idiocy and inattentive mind.
Walking slowly down the hall, I kept my wand in a firm position, proven to be ready for a fight.
Duels are no longer used. Wizards have become attracted to Guerrilla warfare in this age. The War has taken its toll on us all, especially with Necromancers being found every day. They were fickle at first, when deciding which side to choose. And we had to be careful about our actions and reactions, Necromancers are complex creatures.
Voldemort is and always has been too easy to read. Anger, hatred, etc. Dumbledore intrigues them; we now have their full support.
:: "Mister Potter...you're even more beautiful than I imagined..."::
:: "Pardon?" ::
:: "Go to him, he hurts..."::
:: "Who?"::
But he was gone. The snake had glided out of the picture and fled from Harry's site.
"Fucking snakes" Harry muttered under his breath, "'S why I wasn't made a Slytherin."
Shoving my concentration to the task at hand, I slowly rounded the corner and saw Malfoy, Avery, McNair, and Goyle just in time before their heads shot up.
Stunning McNair and Avery, I killed Goyle on the spot.
"Lucius." I stated, concealing every emotion ever felt for him.
"Excellently executed, Mister Potter. Yet, I was half hoping that you would have forgotten my name, although, you would seem to remember me. If you take into account the number of times you would have seen my son in the throes of agony, that is." A light, pleasant smile had worked its way onto Lucius's elegantly patrician features.
"Malfoy, one of us will die tonight, please tell me who you believe this to be." A slightly sick grin had manifested upon my face, and I knew that.
"Why, Mister Potter, I know, yet, why don't we put my theoretical beliefs to a test."
Three and a half hours later, at one-thirty in the morning, Lucius Malfoy was upon his knees, fourteen meters from me.
"You...will never...win...you bastard...child. Heh...orphan bitch...go prostitute... yourself...you cauc...asian...male...whore. At least...we know...you take af...ter your...mother." Malfoy raggedly gasped.
"Happy Christmas, Mother fucker. I hope hell is warm enough for you. Borre la sangre."
With that spell uttered, Lucius Malfoy paled continuously for the next minute, until he turned to dust. His entire body disintegrated to ashes.
"NO!" a hoarse and distraught shout echoed around the room.
Draco Malfoy ran in, covered barely by a sheet. He ran to his father's side and let his body fall to the ashes. Crying silently and shaking uncontrollably on the pile of residue, Draco Malfoy broke down.
I, not knowing what else to do, picked Draco up and brought him into the nearest bedroom.
"Draco, I know this is hard for you to understand, but I had to put him away for the sake of goodness."
'Goodness...' one thing entered in Draco's mind.
"Goodness...Goodness..." repeating and repeating.
"Yes, Draco for good-"
"GOODNESS IS NOTHING!!! GOODNESS SUCKS!!!"
Draco kept screaming for three more minutes, until he broke down in sobs.
"Draco, Lucius was evil..."
"He loved me."
"No, Draco he didn't love-"
"You're right, Harry." Draco's whisper was getting softer and softer.
"I am?"
"No one loves me..." His voice faded out.
"No...you're wrong..."
Draco was fast asleep.
Silently, Harry brought a chair over to the dressor, so that Draco had all the space he needed while he could keep a good eye on him.
Silently reviewing the conversation, Draco's tone of complete and utter self-contempt...
Wait.
Harry?
Borre la sangre- (Spanish) Erase the blood
Kalinta: Thank you. You were a great help to me, and really funny (comic relief is a plus) I've thought things through, and here I am. As they say, the show must go on. Sorry for the wait!!!
Willow-nymph: Draco's Gem, hmm, I might work that into the story somehow, Ah! Just got a case of the Ponderings, anyway, I'm glad you liked my story.
TheTigersFire: Yes MA'AM!!!! (*sets to work on next chapter*) thanks for being all "Get over it and write cause that's what's important" it helped, SQUEE!!!
MustIBeAMalfoy: Can you imagine how grateful I was from a message from the QUEEN!!??!! (you, just in case ya dinna know) You were the first on my favourites list, SOMEONE LOVES ME, SO BACK OFF BIZNITCH!!! (sorry, just a message to the HATERS *mutters embarrassed excuses about her love of that word*) If you could see me, I'd show you my happy dance (I learned to click my heels, yay!)
Shadowcat9: Thankyou. That's all I can say, thankyou so much for giving a damn and writing to me. You were so nice, I'm grinning like an idiot right now cause I can't find the words to express my gratitude. Thank you.
THIS ONE IS FOR ALL OF MY REVIEWERS!!! I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU!!!!
-Pirate-