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A/N: Thank u so much 2 my reviewers (and ur probably thinking CANT SHE FINGD ANYTHING ELSE 2 SAY?) srry.
Redberry Greenleaf: I totally agree w/ u, can't wait 2 c the movie!
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U GUYS I M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SRRY THIS TOOK ME WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY 2 LONG 2 GET OUT! SRRY, SRRY, SRRY, SRRY…u get the idea.
Here goes. SRRY!
Secrets Revealed
If I could spend my day anywhere, I would probably spend it studying snakes. I love snakes, and hate Potter for being able to talk to them. They're so fascinating, their scaly bodies covered in shimmering scales, their flexibility, the way they coil into tight knots…
The last place I would want to be is in a storage closet, surrounded by my worst enemies Potter, Granger, Ginny (who is actually sort of hot, so I can't call her Weasley) and Voldemort. What's worse is, Lucius has joined us. Well, Potter is chained to bushy-haired Granger, and I'm fastened to Ginny, which isn't so bad.
"…yes master, I know….yes I'm sorry…the Portkey…Dumbledore…no," I hear my father murmuring to Voldemort, deep in conversation.
"So, your father works for Voldemort?" Ginny hisses through her teeth.
"How did you know?" I reply blandly.
"I don't see why you're taking this so lightly," Granger growls, "he wouldn't hesitate to kill you!"
"Like you care? And believe me, he's tried."
"Too bad he hasn't succeeded," Potter mutters, although Ginny seems taken aback, which is comforting to an extent. I look over to see Lucius poring over a huge book.
"What's he reading?" Ginny asks.
"How should I know?" Potter replies. I look harder. Oh shit. It's that book from our study. One of the pages is missing because…
"DRACO!"
"Yes?"
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE LAST PAGE?" Whoops.
"Calm yourself Lucius. We'll get the information we need all in good time. Now Potter, if you ever want to see Ron again, you'll have to do me a favor – all three of you." What about me? Voldemort beckons them over and I find myself standing alone. They nod in unision.
"Brace yourself Draco," Voldemort says with a smirk. I stand, clueless, until I feel something entering my mind. Crap. Double crap. The Gryffindors are in my mind, and there is nothing I can do about it.
I'm standing in a museum marveling snakes, and taking notes for extra credit for Snape.
I'm kissing Pansy in the common room. "Eew!" says Ginny, but I only hear her faintly. They were never supposed to see this.
My mother is pregnant and she's rejoicing to Voldemort and my father – a new Death-Eater in the family.
"…he'll be strong, powerful…" Narcossa brags to the Lestranges.
A blonde boy with pale white skin walks into a huge mansion. The floors are black marble, the whole place smothered in the essence of evil, coldness…
The boy sits down and begins his summer homework for his third year. His parents aren't in the house…
Hours later his father burst through, closely followed by his mother.
"Darling it will be all right, he'll come back..."
"SILENCE!" bellows the father. The boy is startled, and he drops his books. The father turns on the boy. "You," he said venomously. The boy is flung onto the cold marble floor. He gets up and looks at his father defiantly.
"Yes, it's me," he says, his voice depicting his petrified feelings despite his feeble attempts to mask them. The mother looks on with worried glances at the father. The boy is thrown to the ground again. He squeals in pain as he his head hits the hard tile.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP HIM?"
"I didn't know he was going…"
"QUIET!"
"Myrtle wouldn't tell me…"
"I SAID SHUT UP YOU WORTHLESS BRAT!" the father kicks his son hard. The boy screams. The mother stares coldly at her son. "Now," the father continues, "because of your WORTHLESS attempts to stop the boy, I'M PAYING FOR YOUR MISTAKES! Because you couldn't stop that mangy Potter boy my master is dying, and now I might be exposed. Without me, you will NEVER survive." His eyes look dangerously at the boy, who has turned an impossible shade of white.
"I'm…sorry." The father hit him over, and the boy sprawls onto the floor. The father takes a knife out of his coat and unsheaths it. He towers over the cowering boy, who is shaking frantically on the floor. He turns and sees the knife. He lets out an ear-piercing shriek.
"Mother!" he sobs frantically, "Mother help he's going to kill me, mommy help!" his wails echo through the hall. The mother makes no move to aide her son. He whimpers. "Mommy mommy mommy! Please help me, please!" he moans. The boy is flipped over on his back. The father cuts off his white shirt, exposing the color-drained skin.
"Now Draco, you will feel the pain every time you fail Daddy…every time." He takes the knife and draws a line down the boy's back, which quickly fills with dark red blood. The boy cries in pain. "that was for the stone." He makes another cut slowly down the boy's back. The boy screams again, in antagonizing pain. "That was for Tom Riddle. What next? Don't fail Daddy again."
SRRY THIS TOOK ME WAY 2 LONG 2 GET OUT I M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SRRY RLLY, RLLY CAN U EVER FORGIVE ME? oh, and please review!