A.N: Second chapter. I'd figure even if I don't get any reviews for the last one that I might for this if I work on it. Also realized some spelling errors in the last chapter, I'll try and fix them if possible. I'm trying to work up a good sensible plot now.

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Sept.11.05-Updated 2.24.06

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Chapter Two: The Dead Souls

Draco Malfoy's eyes fluttered open to see blinding white light. It covered his eyes for a minute or two before he could see anything around him. He recognized the place all too well actually. He was in St. Mungo's Hospital. He had on a patient's gown and weird tubing attached to his arm. He immediately pondered on the huge gashes all over his arms. They were large open wound sores that were a deep red with a slight purple color from bruising. He felt no pain from moving them. He must be taking some antidote for pain.

Sighing from not feeling pain, he put his hand to his sweaty forehead and pulled back his hair away from it. He sat up slowly thinking pain would rise somewhere from his body but then again comforted by not feeling a thing. He noticed a glass of water on the stand next to his bed. He picked it up and took a large gulp of it. He quickly emptied the glass and put it back where it was. The only thing that was running through his mind was what am I doing here?

He couldn't come to a conclusion. He only decided he needed to leave and find his parents. He didn't care if he needed more medical attention or rest. He had to move quickly before the antidote given to him wore off. He pulled back the rough white linen and saw the same gaping gashes in his arms on his legs. What had happened to him? It seemed a wild creature attacked him and tore pieces of his flesh from his body. Draco shook his head and stood up. He pulled the tubing out of his arm. There was a short sting before it started to bleed. Draco ignored this and slipped off the bed.

At first feeling dizzy then numb. He bent over to the side table and puked back the water he drank. A horrible taste remained in his mouth. He gasped in disgust. He looked around the room and found a closet in one of the corners of it. He walked over to it and opened it. It actually contained a large part of wardrobe that fitted him.

He pulled off the little thin gown and pulled on a pair of black slacks with a black turtle neck sweater. He pulled a cloak over that and pulled on a pair of black and white trainers. He fixed the collar of his cloak and went over and opened the door. He peered out in the hallway not seeing a soul in sight. This made for the perfect opportunity to leave.

Quickly closing the door behind him, he made his way soundlessly down the hall. He still didn't see anyone. Figuring it to be good luck, he continued. He soon heard loud arguing voices. He ducked down behind a large cart in the hallway. He peeked over the side to see two redheaded adults who were wearing, what Draco assumed, to be Muggle clothing. It was Arthur Weasley and Molly Weasley. Draco's eyes narrowed, how his father hated the Weasleys. He remembers how often his father would just go on about how they disgraced the wizarding world. Draco dismissed most of the chatter his father brought about. He only listened in on anything having to do with Voldemort. To know so much compared to everyone else at Hogwarts was pleasing. He had a clue into what would happen and when. It was or had been a glorious time for the dark wizards.

"No, MOLLY!" Arthur said in a low voice but fiercely. Molly only pulled on the string of her purse and looked back at Arthur.

"The boy needs to know, telling him would be best. Or asking him, he was there and he knew what Voldemort had done!" Molly retorted her face turning red.

"The curse, Molly, the curse." Arthur replied calmly.

The curse? What was he talking about? Draco sat furrowing his brows while crouching and listening intently. Had he befallen on this curse? Well, he didn't really remember much since he woke up, like why he was there.

"The curse! Oh bollock the whole thing!" Molly said waving her purse in the air. "There's something bigger going on. I'm the only one who seems to see that. As if I haven't enough to worry about."

"Remus and Tonks went to visit Harry and Hermione, we should know something soon."

"You haven't told them to say anything about it, have you?" Molly said holding a finger to her face questionably while looking at Mr. Weasley petrified.

"No, no, dear. Only to see if they are doing well."

Harry Potter and Hermione Granger they must be talking about, Draco thought. The two parents had turned from their short dispute to continue down the hall talking with ease in their tones. Draco got up from behind the cart and continued down to the security way. He sneaked pass a guy sleeping there who had a name tag that read Belmufus. Draco lifted his eyebrow at the old man who snoring was unbearably loud. Only giving a small glance he headed over to a large case of wands. Each read different names, he noticed Ginny Weasley's name etched onto the end of one of the long boxes. He saw his own at the far bottom and pulled it out. Surprised that nothing had happened by doing so he slipped it into his cloak and continued past.

He quickly found a broom closet that was wide enough to stand in. He knew how to apparate and had received a license for it. He wasn't sure where he was to turn up, but he had only one place on his mind at the moment. He lifted his wand and kept his mind focused as hard as he could before he disappeared into thin air.

Remus and Tonks smiled gloomily at Harry and Hermione.

"Hello, you two, are you doing well?" Tonks said coming over.

She patted Harry's arm gently and gave Hermione a soft squeeze. Remus kept his distance while Tonks mingled with the two. He wandered over to Harry's shoulder and gave him a tap. Harry looked up. He noticed Remus hadn't been sleeping at all, he had deep circles embedded under his eyes. Harry's smirk faded and Remus bent down next to Harry.

"So, how are you?" He said quietly.

"A little sore but mobile." Harry answered. Remus nodded as if he knew perfectly what Harry meant.

"Having good rest?" Remus asked.

"Well, yes." Harry started but was cut shortly by Tonks.

"You two hungry?" She asked. "We should go down to the Great Hall and get a speck of food." She rubbed Hermione's back gently. Hermione nodded and looked over to Harry.

Harry only nodded too. He was getting hungry. He also wanted to talk to Remus about the dream he had. Or maybe he should wait? He just woke it could all be his mind dawdling with him. Brushing his mind from the dream he wished he had not dreamt, he stood up and helped Hermione from her bed. He grabbed a robe off her side table and handed it to her. She walked with a limp but only wore a warm smile on her face.

"You OK?" Tonks whispered to Hermione holding her still. Hermione just nodded her head as she started off towards the opening in the curtain. Tonks held tight to her arm and followed. Remus gave Harry a soft pat on the back and a little shove towards the door. Harry exited the curtain and followed by Remus.

"Harry." Remus said. They were trailing the ladies in front of them. "Do you known about the curse?"

"Of course." Harry replied giving Remus the eye. Why would Remus ask that? He would know that already. He could just be questionable, Harry thought.

"Well then, you should expect what I am to say next-" Remus started only staring forward at Tonks's wild raspberry colored hair.

"Do I remember?" Harry having a feeling that's exactly what Remus was going to ask. "No, I don't remember anything. I know this will sound silly but I wish I had remembered."

Remus just looked down at his feet as he strolled. Harry couldn't tell if he was upset with the news or just his lack of sleep. They were soon reaching the doors to the Great Hall. Hermione and Tonks had already went in, probably on the verge of eating.

"I think we all wish we had." Remus said a deadly low voice. It was odd how off he sounded. Harry heard a quick murmur of something escape Remus lips.

Remus looked up; his eyes a distant color of red and stopped Harry.

"I need to go, please tell Nymphadora that I've headed back and that I'll be fine." Remus said he patted Harry's back once more and turned to leave.

"Remus!" Harry called after. Remus turned around, the red becoming more distinct. At first, Harry thought to ask why and where he was going. Instead he replied with an "I will". Remus gave a wave and walked down to where the Headmaster's office sat.

Draco apparated right into his front entrance of his house. He hadn't remembered what his house looked like from the inside. It had been so long since he last spent a night in his own house. He stared up at the grandiose estate and thought about the last time he was there. He was saying goodbye to his mum on the threshold. His father wasn't around, business he presumed. He let her kiss his cheek. She was worried about him, going back to school. He couldn't remember why though. It seemed his memories were being locked up in his head not being able to read them.

He tapped the gate with his wand and walked up into the oval drive. The fountain of an iron spear with a large serpent wrapped around it was at the top. The fountain was dry and leaves lay crumpled on the bottom of the shallow bowl. The sky was dismal and gray. The clouds moved quickly through the sky. The large brownstone house stood so empty. There was no movement in the windows and a stack of the Daily Prophet lay raveled up in the corner of the stoop. Vines that crawled up onto the house hid the large cathedral ones. Draco stepped up onto the stoop and checked the Daily Prophet. It was strange…it read April 31st. The pages were blank though. Not a single word on it. Along with the rest of them. Draco threw down the stack of papers and headed into the house. He easily walked in since the door stood ajar. It was dark and dusty. The musty scent wafted into his nostril making him feel repugnant about the house's feeling. He always felt morbid living in a house that was very dark and mysterious. He was always bound to find something he knew he wasn't to touch. That part made the whole point of going against his father's wishes all the more easier. He always fumbled with everything his father kept in his office. The only objects in there were dark materials.

Draco wondered off into the direction of his father's office. He was being so clumsy he stumbled over a large blunt object. He quickly turned to see what he had tripped himself on. A body lay on the ground, motionless and sickly pale. It was the maid that worked at the manor sometimes.

Draco stared quietly at the maid. Her face was frozen and so pale. Draco let a yelp escape through his parched lips but quickly backed off into the wall. He grasped it firmly. He stepped away and entered his father's office. It was pitch black inside the room and Draco could hardly make out anything two feet in front of him. He pulled his wand out and held it firmly in front of him.

"Lumos." slithered through his lips. His wand lit up quickly and he could now make out large statues and relics on the walls. The sight was horrific though. Blood was splattered on the walls and symbols were written in him. Draco could only leave his eyes in terror. He whisked his wand out to his father's desk to find some evidence of why the room had this appearance. He saw a blood stained person lying behind it.

Their hair firmly matted to their head mixed with blood red. The skin so pale and soft. It was now covered with dried blood. It was Narcissa Malfoy. His mum. Draco cried out to the body fallen down next to her. He held back what tears formed in his eyes. He pulled her sticky, bloody hair from her face to show her features lay peacefully. Draco had a sudden jolt and slumped to the ground with darkness covering his face.

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