A/N: Wow, could this possibly be an update? I'm sure most people do not remember this fic. I begun it quite a long time ago, but left it unfinished and now I do feel compelled to come back to it and give it another chance. I swear to my readers never to leave a fic incomplete, and though I don't quite have a perfect record yet, I am working towards it. Please let me know if this is something I should continue putting time and energy into. Every constructive review is greatly appreciated. Thank you and please enjoy.

Chapter 8: A New Day Dawns

Pacing was all that Malfoy could do as the thoughts tumbled around in his mind. Terrible and twisted ideas had lodged themselves into his consciousness and he felt compelled to wonder that which he never had before.

All his life his father had threatened him. All his life he had feared that man more than anything, that heartless, cruel man who would rather step on you than look at you. Now, the son began to understand that he did not have to fear his father, as he had believed and been taught by cruel lessons all his life. A new knowledge came busting forth.

He was more powerful than his father. He had always been so, yet no one would dare tell him the extent to which his secret, hidden powers could go. All the ability needed to stop his father, and indeed the Dark Lord himself, was locked away inside himself simply waiting to be called forth. Harry Potter had tried, but in this, Draco Malfoy could succeed.

These thoughts both thrilled and terrified him. Lucius would come for him, of that he was certain. What would happen when he did? Would he still feel fear as he had as a child? What would happen if he didn't?

What would happen?

That question seemed to be the common threat in every train of thought that went steaming through Draco's mind. He had never let this power out and in the accident earlier tonight, only a small portion had been released. He knew there was a great deal more buried deep in the dark places of his soul. It was there he had always been told to lock it and there was where he had always kept it. If he unleashed it, would he ever be able to bring it under control again?

What would happen?

The question kept repeating itself in his mind over and over. If he did use this power in his keeping intentionally would he be able to actually control it or would it rip itself from its confines and destroy his body in the process.

Frustration built up inside him so strongly that he felt like pulling his blond hair out. Time was not on his side and the Slytherin did not wish to waste it by brooding and pacing endlessly in the dorms. Questions were being asked in every corner of the school. An incident like what Draco had done did not simply happen and the explanations go unanswered. Soon spells and tests would be performed. Would they actually be able to find an imprint left behind in the ground or the air?

A confrontation was coming. All his life, the Slytherin had known that he would be tested. He also knew that the Dark Lord would come after him for what was his. Quiet resignation was not an option Malfoy was going to consider and he would not be used as a pawn or a vessel any longer.

His mother's department had sobered him to the fact that he was now alone. It was time to train himself properly. Not in the way his father had done. Not repression, but aggression. Being a Malfoy meant you were not weak. Being a descendant of the Black family meant you were not timid.

The night was his and he would use it. His lessons would begin that night for he had precious little time before his father would come for him again. However, the question that had been repeating itself through his mind kept pressing him for an answer he did not possess. When he actually tapped into that which was forbidden…

What would happen?

TBC