Authoress Babble: And it's here! The anticipated chapter four! Wohoo! Enjoy my darlings!

Disclaimer: It's not mine. All belongs to the fantabulous writer named J.K.Rowling. I only own the plot.

Note: Alright, now I know the summary says that it takes place in Harry's 6th year. While, yes, that is true, that will be later in the story. These first couple of chapters are setting the stage for the plot to come/wiggles eyebrows/

Note: Sorry, if I didn't explain in chapter 3, but 'ereptor eruditis' basically means 'robber of knowledge' in Latin. I'm not a Latin scholar, but if there are any of you Latin geniuses out there on FF, feel free to correct my (almost definite) mistake. Thanks!

NOTE: Some parts will be slightly graphic—if that doesn't appeal to you, I will have a small A/N telling you the parts you can skip and where you can resume avidly reading.


4. A Dragon and His Lesson

Previously on Sounds of the Heart (chapter 3):

Draco paled even more. He instantly recognized the clear fluid from many days in his Potion's Master's classroom. Shit, he thought desperately. Veritaserum.


The young Malfoy's mind scrambled, attempting to find an escape through this mess. His terrified eyes swept the parlor. Black bodies were pressed tightly against each other, leaving absolutely no room for escape. The fire had died, making the black cloaks a part of the shadows.

Nott turned back to the blonde teen in front of him. His expressionless mask was gone, instead replaced by icy anger. Black eyes were glittering against the darkness of his cloak and the room, like hungry hounds settling on their prey.

"Young Draco," he hissed. "Is this…true? Does your mother lie?" His eyes flicked briefly towards Narcissa before boring into Draco again.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…

Narcissa shrieked again at being called a liar. Enraged, the slim blonde woman lunged and Draco leaped out of the way. Instantly, ropes curled and tied themselves around Draco, binding him tightly. Before Draco could even blink, black cloaks surrounded him, bodies towering over his splayed form on the ground.

Draco panted slightly, keeping still, knowing that magically enforced ropes would be impossible to break out of. The cold stone floor pressed into his back, coldness seeping into him, spreading throughout his body.

Two Death Eater caught Narcissa and held back her flailing limbs. She screamed once before falling silent and looking at her son with an unimaginable amount of hatred. Glacier eyes flashed and penetrated deep into Draco's soul, chills running down his back, almost like a cold finger tracing his spine. Coldness…

Nott walked quickly over to the restrained woman, and plucked the small glass vial out of her pale hand. Another shriek was quickly muffled as a large hand clamped over her mouth. Nott walked over to the shaking figure on the floor, a hard steel mask set firmly in place.

He knelt by the young Malfoy and harshly gripped his hair, forcing Draco's head back. Draco's mouth opened in a silent scream and the clear liquid was quickly dumped in. He laid back gasping for breath, hoping…hoping…

Silver gray eyes darkened and clouded over, becoming unfocused and hazy. The look of horror and apprehension ebbed away, leaving behind a soft face, mellowed by the effects of Veritaserum. Draco was vaguely aware of his conscious mind slipping blissfully away…a rough hand pulled his limp body up into a sitting position…hard, cold words poured from lips that killed mercilessly…glacier eyes…

Nott leaned over and gripped the smaller teen's shoulders, attempting to arrange him in a somewhat sitting position. He began speaking in a low voice, quickly and steadily.

"Draco Malfoy," Nott began coldly, "Does your mother lie?" He waited for a response from the semi-conscious boy.

"No" came the monotonous, sleepy voice.

Horrified shrieks sounded from the circle once again. Avada Kedavara, Crucio – black curses were on the tongues of many as wand whipped through the air. Suddenly they all stopped and every single wand dropped to the floor. A simple binding spell had been cast (by Nott) – it was sufficient and the questioning could continue once more.

Nott turned back to the blonde in front of him, hatred lining the creases of his face. "Do you fight for the Light?" he hissed furiously.

"Yes" was murmured again.

"What were you planning to do?" This time it wasn't Nott but Narcissa Malfoy. Still restrained, her long flowing hair was wildly tossed around, her usual image of beauty diminished into that an insane mad woman. She spat out the words, an odd look of glee on her twisted face.

"Spy." Draco said dully. "I was going to be a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. I would become a 'faithful' Death Eater and get close to the Dark Lord. Close enough to know of the intimate plans and details. I would know your weakness. Then I would report to Dumbledore who would in turn tell Harry Potter. Potter could then try and attack when you were weakest." Slow words were met with barely repressed curses and foul words.

"Why?" Nott asked again, mouth tingling to just say the words. Those sweet words of Avada Kedavara. And Dumbledore's little spy would be gone.

"A life is a life. Mudblood, Muggle, or Pureblood. They all--" Draco never finished his treacherous words.

Wands forgotton, kicks and punches were aimed at the young Malfoy. The Death Eaters, those whom regarded themselves higher above everyone else because they were pureblooded, had been reduced to fighting, kicking and screaming—'Muggle' style.

(If you don't like bloody, violent scenes—skip now)

Hoods were ripped off as deadly kicks were aimed to Draco's side—chest—arms—legs—any available body part that wasn't currently under attack. Two kicks were placed strategically to Draco's chest—crack—and a sickening, twisted smile marred the already scarred face of a Death Eater. Someone grabbed his arm and wrenched it, hearing the satisfying 'crunch' of a broken arm.

A well-placed kick sent Draco flying across the floor, hitting the wall with a hard crack. He coughed and blood trickled out of his mouth, dripping down over his hands and onto the stone floor. His hands shook, red life smearing over bruised flesh…

The Death Eaters maliciously attacked the blonde, causing gut-twisting pain...but making sure that he lived—making sure that he would feel the pain being thrust upon him…

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And above it all…standing up powerfully—Narcissa Malfoy stood up, once again the proud, sly woman that she was before. With icy eyes she watched her son, her only son, being attacked by Death Eaters. And she smiled. A ghost of a smile, twisting her regal features and marring her beautiful face.

Ah my son. My dragon. You have yet to learn where you loyalties lie…


A/N: Yeah, I know. Short, short, short. However, it's a continuation of the cliffie (hehe) and I couldn't really put in more of the plot until this pretty little scene was finished. Anyways, hope you liked it—and remember to please drop a review! It really really encourages me. Well—chapter 5 soon to be up—and cookies for all my reviewers!

Reviewers:

Linari Tanis: Looks like his quick wit didn't save him this time…poor Draco… :(

Kari Morgana Black: Well, not much of an insult to me…I took a Sorting Hat quiz and I was a Slytherin…so yeah… :D

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Blonde Dragon: /sigh/ Poor Draco indeed. But thanks for reviewing!

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