Boogie: I know this has taken me forever to update, ive been going threw some slight problems, plus being just lazy, and my beta isn't my beta any longer, she's lazier then I am. Anyway people, if you like this story at all you might want to check out my other hp stories. Oh and just a heads up, this story is going dark. Oh so very dark.
Disclaimer: God why! Right…I don't own Harry Potter series...or anything I mention, although I did know a guy who lived across the hall from JKR… .
Warning: Like I said before this story is going dark, sorry people who don't want it to, but I must, no more funny stuff…well maybe some.
Google Doll: You are the best person in the world! You are the only reason I'm keeping this story alive! Danke! Sorry this took so long to get up.
Kozie: You are also so very awesome! And yes, Pansy is a bitch; I tried to keep her slightly in character, bitchy but not very slutty. Anyway I'm glad you like the story so far.
-----Last time on The Golden Grange Hotel! ---
"What sort of proof?" Blaise questioned, tilting his head slightly, the loose curls of his hair bobbing some. Pansy seemed to think a little before her face turned into a vicious smirk, Blaise really didn't like that look…or how she glanced over at Finnigan as her smirk grew even bigger.
"Kiss him." Blaise had never before felt so much pure fear towards two little words before. Pansy had to be the most twisted girl he had ever had the pleasure of meeting.
--------End of last time...and...Stuff ------
Blaise glanced at Pansy and then back to where Finnigan was standing, talking to his friends. Taking a in a deep breath of air Zabini took a slightly nervous step towards the sandy haired boy.
'Here goes nothing…' Marching straight up to the Gryffindor, taking one last glance at Pansy: who stood with her hands on her hips giving Blaise a questioning look. By the time he got within a two foot range of Finnigan many of his friends were already glaring at him but none making much effort to do anything about it. When Seamus noticed that all of his friends were glaring at something behind him he found it wise to actually turn around.
"What do you want Zabini?" Seamus glared seeing Blaise just roll his eyes made him even more upset. "I asked you what you wanted, are you deaf and stupid Zabi-mpf!" It had happened: Blaise Zabini had grabbed Seamus Finnigan's chin tilting the boys face up some before landing his lips on Seamus's.
Breaking away from the kiss Blaise turned and walked away with Pansy Parkinson on his heel. Seamus was left staring wide eyed at the spot the Slytherin boy had been.
"Uh… Seamus, is there something you need to tell us?"
------Blaise POV----
After they had turned a few corners Blaise felt it safe to stop and rest against a wall, Pansy however thought it would be fun to question him more.
"That wasn't much of a kiss; I should make you go back there and to it all over, tongue and all." She said giving him a 'High and Mighty' look. Blaise's shoulders sunk some at the thought of having to go back there again; chances were Finnigan's would Avada him on site, if of course Finnigan himself didn't rip him to shreds first.
"Come on Pan's it was hard enough to do just that in front of all of his friends." Blaise thought up quickly, even if it was a bad excuse, Pansy was never known for her brains. Sighing she gave a small shrug.
"Oh fine, I'll go now, but if I find out from Draco that you two actually met I'll-"
"Kill me, yes Pansy I know. Don't worry about it." Blaise finished for her, rolling his rare teal like eyes. Pansy gave him a glare before turning on her heels and stomping off. Groaning the black boy slid down the wall wondering why he even agreed to this.
--------Draco (A/N: I have ...serious writers block, so if this sucks like more then normal, it's because of that.)------
When Draco had gotten out of the hell taxi and paid the man (Although he didn't see why he should pay someone after the man had obviously tried to kill him) Draco felt the strong need to kiss the ground, but that would look weird and he really didn't want to draw attention.
He made his way towards the entrance keeping out of muggles way, trying to spot anything that looked like Zabini when he spotted something else of interest and slight horror; the golden trio plus a few more idiotic Gryffindor's. Draco muttered a curse to his bad luck and glared at Potter from under the hood of his sweatshirt he had pulled up. Malfoy tried to brush past the group as fast as possible keeping his head down to make sure he wasn't seen.
Draco had turned a corner or two and ran right into another, groaning he looked up to spit out an insult at who hit him but instead was greeted by familiar eyes.
"Malfoy!" Zabini gasped out, "Finally, I had to deal with the herd of Gryffindor's and Parkinson!" The tall black boy glared at the almost equally tall pale blonde.
"Pansy was here? I saw the Gryffindor's, anyway I'm here now so stop complaining, and I need to get out of here before someone sees me." Draco sighed brushing a few blonde hairs out of his gray eyes.
"Yeah whatever, give me the note and we can both be on our way without any more trouble." That happened to be when a rather angry looking Irish boy turned the corner with friends in toe.
"Zabini you sick bastard-...Is that Malfoy?" Seamus spat before he cocked his head at the blonde boy who cursed violently.
"Malfoy you have some nerve showing your ferret face around here!" Ron yelled stepping closer to the blonde who was an inch or so shorter then the angry red head (a/n: an angry red head…how…--…uncommon.)
"See Mione' I told you I smelled Malfoy." Harry said blankly crossing his arms eyes on the Slytherin's while Hermione just shook her head before turning her attention to the problem at hand.
"We're going to have you thrown in Azkaban once we turn you into the Ministry Malfoy!" Ginny shouted next to Dean.
"For what exactly? Leaving school a few days early? "Draco sneered at the group, "You can't prove anything."
"Actually we can, I saw you in the room with Snape the night Dumbledore was killed." Harry spoke softly staring straight into Draco's gray ones.
"You…how, t-that doesn't matter, it's just your word, no one else was there." Draco said wide eyed in a slightly shocked state, wondering how the Golden Boy could have ever known that, but of course that blasted cloak.
"Yes Malfoy my word, who do think they are going to believe, the boy-who-lived or a Death Eaters son?" Harry smirked slightly as Draco's gray eyes darkened and narrowed even more.
----Rewind! The Gryffindor group----
When a dark figure brushed past Seamus that seemed to be just enough of a shove to knock his brain back into place, he was instantly furious. Seamus turned to the rest of the group and was about to demand that they follow Zabini and teach him a thing or two when Harry spoke.
"I smell Malfoy" He said calmly while all the others stared at him.
"You what?" Hermione said in a questioning tone of voice.
"You heard me; I could smell him for just a second."
"Mate, you spent way too much time following him around last year." Ron said shaking his head. Seamus groaned at tugged at Harry's sleeve and the group made they're way to follow the Slytherin.
Narcissa looked up wide eyed at the man in front of her, holding a wand to her head. Her beautiful eyes were starting to water as she clenched her fists and tried to inch away from the man who was grinning ear to ear.
"Oh don't worry my lady, it will only hurt for a second and then you're dead." She gasped down a growing bubble of absolute terror.
"W-why would you do this?" A low chuckle came from the unknown one and put the tip of the wand right between her eyes, she knew she couldn't do anything glancing at her wand which was across the room.
"I do this to show no more fucking around, no more killing random people to prove that we're alive and here, I'm going for the big guns now, and love, you just happen to be one of them. Maybe people will realize there is a new dark power in the world, or they might be blind idiots like they always are, either way I get to kill someone, which is always fun." The male smirked, his eyes glinting with power. Narcissa closed her eyes and awaited her death.
'Draco, I'm sorry.'
The man said the dreaded words and watched the blonde woman fall lifeless onto her bed, or some ones bed, he didn't care much as long as the woman was dead. He adjusted his glasses and stepped out of the room.
"Now to bring back an old friend and kill off a few too, I love being bad." Chuckling to himself he walked on down the golden hallway, giving a few vacationing families an aristocratic yet humblesmile.
Draco grumbled as he walked into the hotel, dealing with the golden trio always left him in a sour mood, but he was glad to have gotten out of there with all of his limbs. Blaise could handle himself, although leaving the male with a angry Irish wasn't good for his fellow Slytherin's health.
When someone bumped into his shoulder it brought back all of his anger towards almost every living thing.
"Watch where your going you bloody muggle." Draco spat not even bothering to look at the person who had bumped him.
"Oh Draco, I'm no muggle, and oh by the way you might want to check on your mum." There was a chuckle and a loud pop and Draco spun around looking for someone that had apparently left the entrance to the Grange, after glancing around for a second the words the man had said sunk into his head and he turned tail and ran as fast as he could towards his hotel room not knowing it was already to late.
Malfoy slammed the door open to his bed room after already checking his mothers room, eyes going wide when he saw the body laying unmoving on his bed.
(Flash back)
Draco nervously glanced back and forth between his escape and the rather angry Gryffindor's. There was a small chance if he could distract them for a minute he would have a chance to run, knowing none of them would draw they're wand in such a public area. That was when an idea hit him, a brilliant idea. See people tend to think he's stupid, because well lets face it in the last few years he wasn't the brightest star in the sky, but the last year he had shown everyone his real genius, even if it had gotten Dumbledore killed.
Seamus was still glaring angrily at Blaise and had totally forgotten about Malfoy after Blaise made a rather rude hand signal at the Irish boy. Seamus happened to be a key player in Draco's new plan, hoping that his plan would work and the Slytherin's were right about Gryffindor's having the attention span of a gnat.
"Blaise," Draco leaned over whispering softly, "I'm really sorry about this." And before the other Slytherin had a chance to question the blonde, Malfoy had shoved him hard right into the already angry Seamus.
There was a yelp as two people fell down, the rest of the Gryffindor's and Molly gasped and jumped to help the fallen Seamus, they didn't care much for Blaise. Draco smirked, his plan was working, but before he wasted anymore time he took off running towards the exit, or in his mind, freedom.
Seamus blinked, staring up at Zabini, who was on top of him, Seamus now felt slightly ill. The black boy's eyes were rather wide, staring down into the almost yellow green of Seamus's eyes.
"Bloody hell." Seamus groaned out before passing out, the hit to his head must have been pretty bad.
Blaise was suddenly yanked off of the other, by not a rough hand but a gentle one, meaning it was Miss. Weasley. Blaise glanced around for Malfoy but could already feel the blonde had already run. Lucky bastard…
(End of Flashback)
Eye's watering and stinging Draco ran over to the limp body of his mother and tilted her head up.
"Mother wake up please, mother!...Mum!" There was no reply as tears ran down pale cheeks.
A man stood in front of a balcony, almost lifeless eyes staring out over the land threw silver lined glasses. He was wearing a baggy long black shirt, the sleeves went far past his fingers, his pants were a tan colored jean. This man didn't even move when a looming figure appeared next to him.
"Voldemort." He stated in a calm sort of welcoming manner, Voldemort looked far from happy, but then again the lord never actually looked very happy.
"You were supposed to kill both Narcissa and Draco Malfoy! What happened!" He-who-must-not-be-named spat.
"The little dragon was not there, and I do not like being yelled at." The dark haired man turned around, his glasses making his eyes look slightly bigger; people always said he had his mother's eyes.
"You should have waited!" The other man smirked viciously.
"Waited? Like how you waited to kill my family?" The man took a step closer to the evil lord and put his wand right between his reptilian eyes.
"Do not even think about it, you owe me, who gave you this great new life?" The lord smirked back.
"Don't you know anything about me? When someone says not to do something I always do it!" Giving Voldemort a boyish grin, "Ta-ta moldy! Avada Kedavra" The current form of the dark lord burst, the magical power sweeping threw the other mans very soul. Of course this man was not stupid, Voldemort could come back, it would take awhile, but he would come back, unless someone destroyed the rest of the Horcruxes, but for the time being…
"I'm running this joint." Smirking the man walked out of the room, and down a spiral staircase where there happened to be about 20 Death Eaters lined up, when they laid eyes on the man in front of them, well lets just say surprised doesn't totally cover the emotion.
"Hello all, you haven't seen me here before, but the fast and to the point story is I killed Voldemort and now you all are going to work for me! Isn't that just like a kick to the shin?" He smiled glancing around the room, his eyes fell upon a few people he knew and didn't care for much; Snape, Lucius and Pettigrew. Peter Pettigrew happened to be one of the first to step up, which was weird in itself.
"You… you killed our master? Potter!" Wormtail was shaking and looked like someone had just shot him, a wonderful sight really.
"Yes , oh yes I killed him, you can check for yourself in a minute, well not you, I believe I'm going to kill you Wormtail." The smaller mousier man squeaked in fear and backed up some.
"Please Harry, your father wouldn't have wanted this, please do not kill me, it wasn't my fault!" Grinning the other man leaned in closer to Wormtail.
"I am not Harry Potter." Peter looked in closer; straight into the other mans hazel eyes. And it was the last thing he ever saw.
"J-james?.." In a second the chubby blonde was lying dead on the ground.
Chapter 2 ends now!
Boogie: oh my good golly gosh gee wasn't that just a bucket of avian flu fun! Anyway I hope that was some sad excuse for a cliffhanger. I had fun anyway, I have fallen back in love with this story… , I know it was a slightly large change from Blaise kissing Seamus hears her exbeta 'awww'ing in the background to James killing people…when he shouldn't really be alive...cough so yeah like…review if you want more! danke liebes!