Name: Promises
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Draco gets a letter from Lucius telling him to meet him in the Potions room. He wanted to talk to his son, but his meaning of 'talk' is diffrent then the real meaning.
Genre: Angst
Secondary Genre: Drama
Soundtrack to Chapter: Boulevard of Broken Dreams Remix- Green Day

Kid(4/29/05): Kami, I thought I'd never chapter Four done! Christ! Well, I did, and I hope it's satisfactory. Well, tomorrow is prom, and I just got the 'the only thing boys want at your age is sex.' talk around... ten minutes ago. That could not have lasted any longer! Ahh! Well, mi padre es in bed now, but seeing as I didn't get to start on this until 11:40, I know I won't get much wrote. Sorry, people! Well, better get a bit started before I have to go to bed.

Oh, I changed the rating... Just in case. I don't think there is going to be anything you should really worry about unless... Blood and gore mess you up, I guess...

Updates: I'm actually writing an alternative ending to 'Broken', but I haven't gotten very far in it. I've still got a little ways to go on Kagamashita Ai's second chapter, but it's close to being done.

Chapter Five:

He had to get out of the room. It was becoming suffocating. -He- was becoming claustrophobic, and a Malfoy never had phobia's, except maybe for scars and bruises... But now he couldn't have a phobia of that. He had new one's every day. It was a natural thing to expect the Dark Lord to have Dark Fetishes. Draco shudders at the thought. Luckily the Dark Lord was away, and would be for the rest of the night. So, Draco could wander around the...

Around the what? He didn't remember if he was in a castle, mansion, or a cave. He'd been -outside- only once. And had been in only a select few rooms of the place. It could be in a cave; the ceiling had no actual smoothness. It looked rather smooth, but jagged. Pillars held up certain parts it seemed, but they were all in a straight line, and there was no false light. Only torches illuminated the rooms, halls and objects, making it harder to see, but better almost.

The place wasn't nearly as dark as it should have been, he guessed. Hunter and dark gold marble tile covered the floor, the pillars a normal pale off-while color, and the ceiling was black, so Draco thinks. There wasn't enough light to be able to actually tell. The room he was in had mirrors on all four walls, the ceiling and the floor. Sometimes he wanted to break them; no matter where he looked he could see himself and Voldemort. He couldn't get away from it, it seemed.

But this was his choosing. He'd done it to be able to know that Harry was still alive for a little longer at least. But now it seemed that even that wish had betrayed him, fate causing the Harry he had known to a possessed body, for that was the only explanation that Draco could think of that could cause his Beloved Gryffindor to act that way. Draco just hoped that somehow he'd be able to speak with Harry before it was too late, and he was this hunter eyed Slytherin-like Gryffindor that was slowly taking his place.

It was weird, hearing from someone that you were something of a demi-god. But he still had doubts in believing that he was a demi-god. Especially since the best thing in his life had already happened, and not much more could happen to a 'mudblood'. No one, no matter if he showed them, would believe him. It'd probably just make life harder for him. But in all of this, wouldn't it make since? He did escape a Death Curse from the second most powerful wizard in history, and had survived said wizard numerous times there afterward. That still left one question in mind:

If he wasn't able to be killed by the Avada Kedavra, then how was Lucius able to kill him? If Voldemort couldn't do it, why was some wannabe toy able to do it? It just didn't make any sense in Harry's mind. But soon, he's able to push it out and to the cobwebs of his imagination as he went back to the Potions room he so commonly haunted nowadays. Gently knocking on the door before pushing open the dungeon door, Harry let's out an equally gentle "Hello?"

"Potter?" Comes the horse reply from Professor Snape. "What is it?" Harry, now used to this reply just steps in and closes the door behind him. The out-of-place-Gryffindor sits down in the chair in front of Snapes desk.

Severus was nowhere in sight for the moment, so Harry takes the time to look around again, just to satisfy his curiosity of "I wonder if Snape got any new potions lined up." Getting up the raven haired boy runs his fingers over the glass bottles, only lightly reading the labels until he gets to one he didn't recognize. The liquid inside was a opal color, shiny and glittery. He grasps it tilting it over and around in his palms. It was smooth and thick too. On the label was an Asian type of writing. He had known a little of Chinese way back when, but he couldn't remember it anymore.

"It's Japanese. It says, 'Kiri no Mujaki' or 'Mist of Innocence'." Severus whispers into the unsuspecting boy's ear. Harry jumps, spinning completely around to face the man, back pressed against the potions and surprisingly, the Kiri no Mujaki was still in a firm grasp. "It's another type of memory potion." Harry dumbly nods as he puts it away. Occasionally, as the young Griffindor warily looks over at Severus as he finishes his inspection upon the shelves. The potions professor coughs slightly, and Harry sits down again, after his nerves get the best of him. "So, Mr. Potter, is there anything I can help you with?" With this question, Harry begins to fidget in his seat before answering.

"Yes, actually. There is."

Never had she lost a battle after that of the troll in her first year. Never had she been so baffled by a single cause. Her friends had been there to help her with the troll, but as of now, one was a Slytherin, and the other was no where to be found. She was on her own. Not like that bothered Hermione that much, but she seemed to feel much more confident with at least Ron behind her. But she was determined to get Harry, her Harry, back if it meant her own life. And she'd have to go through the Duke and Duchess of the Court of Darkness to get to the Minister of Darkness, just to get to the Prince. Either way, though, she would. She'd get Harry back.

Even if it meant killing them all.

It was a beautiful day, filled with rain, thunderstorms, and heavy wind. All of the trees (except for maybe the Whomping Willow) were bent in a bow to the wind. No animals sounded, for they were all in their house, probably being flooded out from all of the rain. But that didn't strike Pansy's thoughts at the moment. Right now, the girl's head was filled with thoughts of one person and their savior.

Yes, Draco was captured, but Draco... Draco was...Powerful, and convincing. So he morethanlikely was in a state of high power with Voldemort. But then, that 'state of high power' and 'Voldemort' struck way too many negative possibilities in Pansy's mind, so she shakes her head, getting rid of them.

His savior, Harry Potter, was currently... She didn't know where, but his mental state was definitely that of a cocky assed, (very hot, she might add), Parseltounge, 'speak softly and carry a big stick', power crazed Slytherin. It didn't bother her that much, but with that 'cocky assed'-ness and 'speak softly and carry a big stick' -ness, came the desire to show it off and kill. Blood was the favorite color of the newly appointed Prince. Sometimes, like when he was good and ready to kill the mudblood, that had scared her. The one needed to defeat Voldemort wasn't the Slytherin Harry, but the Gryffindor Harry. And it seemed like he was going to turn into Slytherin Harry whether anyone like it or not. And by Merlin, she did not like it.

"Pansy Parkinson!"

Pansy turns around immediately facing a frantic Hermione. The other girl's chest heaved up and down, like she'd been running to catch up with her, and her wand was already out. The Slytherin cocks her head to the side, her acting skills placing an innocent look on her face as she spoke.

"Why hello Hermione. Fancy meeting you here. What can I do for you?" It was sickening, yes, but she had to. Hermione was the Prince's best friend, and she couldn't hurt her, except under certain circumstances.

"You know what the bloody hell I'm here for." Hermione says harshly, watching as Pansy's face falls from a laugh to a smirk. "Let's get it over with, then." Pansy let's a chuckle escape her throat before pulling out her own wand.

"That's what I'm here for. Your move." Hermione pulls her wand out, letting the spells fly, and Pansy receives them, sending her own at the Gryffindor.

So, he had found out. Harry now knew that he was Life, Blaise was Vigor, and the rest. Well, that only made the chase even more fun for him. He'd actually have some challenge after all. Everyone knew that he was always the better fighter. He always won the battles we'd have, be it physically, mentally, magickally, or emotionally. Harry was strong, but he -Draco- had been raised by the best, and was now just below the Left-hand man of Voldemort. No that didn't mean that much, but he was getting ready to be raised. But there was still one problem:

Lucius.

Lucius was still standing in the way of his perfect plan; Lucius was in the Right-hand position. He hated the man for being so much closer to Voldemort than him. But he'd already sworn to him that he'd take that position. And he intended to do that.

They had a meeting tonight. Everyone was going to be there, seeing as this was going to be a very important night, especially for Draco and Harry, though Harry wouldn't be there. It still involved him. The boy laughs at the thought of him ever loving that Gryffindor (even though he could now pass for a Slytherin, just too easily). Potter was the enemy, and now he saw that. Potter was going up against the Dark Lord, of course Draco saw The-Boy-Who-Lived as the biggest enemy; but Draco could defeat Harry at any given time...

But what was the fun of just killing a prey when they didn't fight?

Anyway, back to the recently more important meeting. Snape would be there, the only family other than his mother that Draco claimed. This was where Draco took that one-more-important step closer to Voldemort. Closer to the final rushing-toward-him-train-light-at-the-end-of -the-tunnel. This was where Draco was named the left-hand to Voldemort. This put into process some of the final platforms of his plan. But there was, no matter which way you looked at it, the fact that was Lucius.

With this in mind, as he turned a corner that looked vaguely familiar in that odd deja vu sort of way, Draco shrugs. Lucius was nothing more than a pebble of a stepping stone. He could easily get rid of him. Now, how to make this "Shadow" power thing work for him. Draco runs a hand through his hair, letting the loose platinum locks fall back into place stubbornly.

Suddenly, a quiet joyful thought rushes into the boy's mind, shocking him that he didn't already think of it. Blaise and Harry had become 'friends'. This could be used to his- Draco's- advantage. This put a whole new twist on the plan that Draco had prepared. Blaise was Vigor, and he still held loyalties to Voldemort and Draco. He'd have to bribe him a little, but he could get Blaise on his side. Not Harry's, but his. And that was something that excited Draco to no end.

It was strangly quiet as the Duke of the Court of Darkness walked down the halls. He had no reason for really being here, minus the fact that his counterpart was missing. He was really just out to find her, but knowing that girl, she was probably in the library, having a good snog from some other guy. Blaise laughs at this thought. Yes, he'd walk in on one of her 'quick snogs' and interupt her, just for the guy to run away, from fear that her 'boyfriend' would kill him, seeing as he was a Slytherin, and Pansy morethanlikely wasn't with a Slytherin (but wouldn't go with a Gryffin, unless it was Harry, or a Hufflepuff, so it was probably a Raven.). In front of him, he finally finds someone other than himself, and just so happened to be in the court, but ie wasn't a scene he wanted to see exactly.

Harry, carrying someone else on his back was walking, no jogging as fast as his legs would carry him, in the direction that Blaise had just came from. Blaise stops him, guessing from the brown hair it was Hermione, but when he gets a closer look, he discovers who it really is: His now-no-longer-missing counterpart. He couldn't directly see what injuries she had, but judging from the Prince's expression, this wasn't some simple attack. Blaise begins to question Harry about it, and he gets the answer.

"Hermione."

One simple word. Harry was already back to jogging, possibly to Hospital wing, but also possibly to Snape's office. Either way, Blaise follows.

It was strange, this new sensation that corsed through the boy's veins. It was power he'd never felt before, wasn't even sure it was real. But it had to be. Nothing could feel like this and not be real. A smile finds it's way up to his lips, but it wasn't his normal, awkward smile that was offered to his friends or classmates, depending on who they were. This one radiated of bloodlust. A thirst that seemed to be geting worse with every passing moment, but he didn't know what to do. Just as the feeling was new, so was this.

Suddenly, infront of the boy a cloud of green smoke obscures his vision. He brings up an arm to shield his face the best he could while still looking onward, just out of curiosity. Out of the smoke, a teenaged girl walks out, red hair coming to the base of her neck in at an angle, her bangs slightly reminding the boy of Harry's, and her eyes rivaled the silver of Draco's eyes. But what really caught him off guard was her clothing. The top was two V's that ran over her breasts, one side going to the adjoining shoulder, the other going to the opposite, from there, two brown leather looking stripes connected the two peices of fabric in the middle, then continued down her waist in varying designs. She had one peice of fabric covering her front lower body, and he could only assume that an identical peice was on the back, both ending at mid-calf and again, the brown leather kept those two peices together, though barely, one would assume. Her shoes had the same brown leather lacing up her calf, ending at black ballet slippers.

"So," She says, knocking the boy out of his stupor. "You are the next inheiriter, eh?" She begins to circle the boy. "Eh, you'll do. You seem to already be experiencing the lust, so you shall do nice-" The boy stops her, trying to take in what she said, but she continues anyway. "What's your name, boy?" He looks at her for a moment as if trying to decide whether she was joking with him or not. He finally decides she wasn't.

"Ron Weasly. Why? Wait. Inheirting? Inheiriting what?" Ron follows her with his eyes as she continues to circle him. A smile breaks out on her face as she grabs his arm and begins to drag the none-the-wiser boy toward the library. "Woah! You never answered any of my questions!" He tries to jurk his arm from her grip, but finds that he can't. He hears her laugh.

"Now, now, Ron Weasly. We wouldn't want to start off on the wrong vein now would we? You are part of a bloodline that has been here since longer than your magic, or this book they call the Bible. I'm a part of it, but now I'm passing on my powers to you. We're Blood. One of the very firsts. The firsts was Beginning and End. Hate and Death is your siblings." She sits him down at the very back table, scaring off some Hufflepuffs from their snogging corner. "The actual powers have no gender, just so you understand. End and Beginning, when given a human body, can be both female, both male, or one of each. It doesn't matter. Are you getting any of this, Ron Weasly?" Ron cocks his head to the side, then to the other side.

Sighing and taking out a peice of paper, Blood begins to draw. As she does this, Ron decides to bombard her with questions. "You know my name, so what's yours.?" The girl looks up from her paper dumbfoundedly.

"I told you. It's Blood." Ron sighs, holding his head up in his hand.

"That's not what I meant. You obviously had a name before this, so what is it?" Silence envelopes them for a few moments, Blood considering this, but not wanting to tell him. She closes her eyes, finally deciding that she might as well.

"Serilda. It's Serilda. Nothing special. Happy now Ron Weasly?" Serilda sighs, leaning back in her chair, waiting for Ron's responce.

He laughs, shaking his head. "You always say Ron Weasly. It's just Ron, kay?" Serilda looks at him momentairly like he had gone mental, but then goes back to her drawing, and eventually shows it to the impaitently waiting Gryffindor.

They had been forced out of the Hospital Wing as Pansy was treated. Neither one of them had gotten much from her except that Hermione was obviously more determined to get Harry back than they thought. But this time she'd crossed the line. No one attacked the Duchess and got away scott free from the Duke and the Prince.

Especially the Duke.

Kid (6/21/05): Alright. So nothing much happens in this chapter. And it isn't that long, dammit all. Oh well, my writing has been put on a major hold here lately, and then I got some weird insperation from somewhere. I know for sure that the insperation didn't come from Fu or Toki. I really need new muses... But this is, unlike my prediction on the second chapter, is going to be longer than normal (norm 3-4 chapters) because I have now tied it in with HfiH, which is great for me, because I need something else to write on for a while. I mean, this is summer, right? Well, another peice of good news is that, when I first came up with the blood line of Demi-gods, I made a family tree. I had everything (don't believe me, I'll send it to ya) on it, but then I couldn't find it for this story. That's really what put me on hold for such a long time. sigh but my lazy ass found it the other day, and I got more ideas, but most of them will be left for the next chapters... - Don't you people hate me? evil laugh Oh well, I hope you read this like it. r&r please! I'll love you forever and I'll review a story of yours ( probably twoone that has bunches of reveiews and one that doesn't) so please review! Until next time! Baibai buu!

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