Chapter 3: William's Decision (Flashback)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or BtVS, but the plot was my original idea. Well, technically it was my mother's, but she sold me the rights to it.
~.Marx.~
A/N: I am not planning any romance of any sort, but you'll never guess what's coming next...I too have read too many romance plots with Draco/Hermione, so I won't put them together. I just think the only one who is able to match wits with Hermione besides Harry is Hermione, but seriously, would Draco give Harry the light of day?
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A cemetary was dark and uninviting, with gales of wind whishing through the almost browned leaves that clung steadily to trees which were on the last stages of growth. The ground was covered in brownish yellow grass as a warm wave of dying summer floated by. There in the cemetary stood a dark figure with a black robe covering him. He was tall, with glowing red eyes and malice being the only emotion present in them. The cemetary around him was quiet and empty, which was more than could be said about it. Next to him was a gravestone with a name on it...Tom Riddle...His father's name. Marvolo, his grandfather's name...He thought it would be the perfect place for an Initiation, thus they would all meet there. 'They' being the future Deatheaters and their elders. He would initiate them with the Dark Mark.
Suddenly, Voldemort heard a faint 'popping' sound. His followers were beginning to arrive. A shadow fell over the moonlit gravestone before him and Voldemort recognized his faithful follower, Peter Pettigrew, or 'Wormtail' for short. The short, balding man was trembling from head to toe which was probably caused by his mission. "Wormtail, have you done as I have asked?" His hissing voice shook Wormtail up even more than he was in the first place, and he watched the little man nod.
"Yes, master...I have..." It appeared that Voldemort had underestimated Wormtail's loyalty to him. He had betrayed his own friends in a heartbeat, but he wasn't sure if he trusted someone who would betray his only friends to have power over them. Wormtail wasn't a loyal man at any angle. He wouldn't trust the disgusting betrayer to keep that loyalty long enough should his followers be caught. But Wormtail had done his duty, which granted him immunity from his wrath.
He only had to destroy the rest of the fighting wizards against him and he would have free reign over the wizarding world and the muggle world. There came more 'popping' sounds then, and Voldemort turned his attention to them. Robed Deatheaters came forward with their offspring, who were robed as well and well ready for their inauguration ceremony. The Deatheaters formed a broken circle facing Voldemort, and each of the clan came up and kissed the hem of his robes. After they finished, they went back to their previous positions. Voldemort then began to speak.
"My Deatheaters, you come bearing your children so that they too may become my followers, to rid the world of mudbloods and the wizards who love them. You have come forth bearing arms against those who are less powerful than we many, and now it is time yet again to initiate those who oppose the weak ways of the wizarding world. Together, we shall dominate and destroy those who do not deserve to be called wizards. Now is the time for revenge.
"Lucius, bring forth your son; we shall begin initiating the Deatheaters now." William Malfoy walked forwards in a black robe with a hood. His lazy saunter to his stride revealed black military style boots as he passed dozens of followers of the Dark Lord Voldemort. When he reached the wizard who was determined to right the world of off it's 'muggleness,' he simply stood there, not even daring to breathe should he gasp from what he was about to do instead. As if cued, Voldemort raised his wand. "Now kneel before me to receive the Dark Mark, young William, and fulfill your destiny, which is to serve me." William made no move to do as told, and several Deatheaters began to shift where they stood. William removed his hood, revealing his short and silvery blond hair that had been sleeked back to bring out the accent in his facial features. His eyes were reflecting disobedience and his dangerously independent stare, his jawbone was slender and trim, and his lips were full and quirked in such a way that it was very obvious that he was disgusted of the presence of the alleged invincible Dark Lord. "I said, 'Kneel before me to receive the Dark Mark.'" William stood taller and brought his hands to gather in front of him, looking at Voldemort and staring smugly at him. A word slipped snidely out of the young blond's mouth that made every Deatheater gasp.
"No." he said, emphasizing his word and voice clearly. His voice was smooth, serious, and slightly amused at the same time, and he couldn't deny himself a smug smirk as Voldemort gripped his wand in rage. William had done his homework, which was something he never thought he would do in the first place. Everything he had done had been flawless and planned to this moment. He knew his father's work long before he realized what it was all about. He loved chaos, personally, but he wanted to plan it and follow through with it. He didn't need someone to tell him what to do and how to do it. Destruction was his desire, but he wanted full credit, which was not in the plan if Voldemort got his way. He would be a robed wizard under the stereotype that Voldemort had ordered them to do everything on his accord, even random chaos would give Voldemort credit, but William hadn't wanted to work through anyone. And to add to that, he had always been into torture, which was something he loved to do on his off time, and he was sure that Voldemort would force him to halt his practices. He had a fetish for railroad spikes, which was odd enough as it stood.
"No? You dare refuse to become my follower? Lucius, you have betrayed me by bringing this rebellious boy before me. I am insulted." William didn't budge, and Lucius stormed up to him, wand raised and poised to attack. Wiliam ducked a muttered curse and grabbed his father's stiff arm, pulling it down with such a force that it dragged Lucius's entire body down as well; William thrusted his knee upwards and hit the older wizard's face at full force with the one knee movement. He had been raised with the knowledge that magic was used more than actual physical movements, and he knew the only physically fit wizards were the Quidditch players, and there were none here. Generally, all Deatheaters were horrible hand-to-hand combat fighters.
Lucius fell to the ground after the single blow and William stood tall against Voldemort once again. "I'm through with your ideas and your bloody gang." William then spat on the hem of Voldemort's cloak, making everyone gasp again. "You're nothing but a bloody poof." And with that, he heard someone mutter a curse, and dodged a bright light. He managed to maneuver his way out of the broken circle, and knew that next time they may not be as reckless; he ducked another curse and ran on. When he heard footsteps following him he picked up his pace and leapt behind a large tombstone; he cleared his mind and concentrated on another place--anywhere but here. Within secondss he smiled and was gone with a 'pop' just as the tombstone, which had been his cover, was blasted apart by attacking Deatheaters. He was never seen again, but no one figured out that he was the original 'Boy Who Lived.' Should anyone try to locate him, he would disappear to his next target. He didn't want to be found for obvious reasons.
William found himself standing in a tot's bedroom. He saw the plain blue walls with Quidditch wallhangings and walked over to a large bed near the window. In the center of it was a small boy with blonde hair huddled up to a stuffed dragon toy. The Norwegian Ridgeback was Draco's favorite dragon, and he was only four years old. William merely looked down at the boy and waited for the cue to leave, which was the absence of sorrow towards his sibling. It had taken a lot to turn down the Dark Mark in the presence of all Deatheaters, but he didn't want what would be coming to him should he had taken the opportunity. William reasoned that he would check up on his brother at almost every chance, and maybe they would take the time to converse once or twice until it was his turn to choose.
Draco was sleeping pretty soundly, which was unlike the boy he knew during the day hours. He was a little monster sometimes, and William had easily formed a bond with the little bugger. Hell, he thought. It was hard enough to pry him from your leg when you left for Hogwarts at Spring Holiday. It didn't matter because he was now graduated from Hogwarts and he needed to leave before Lucius got home. "Got to be leavin', kiddo." And then Draco woke up, fully alert at the sound of his kiddish name.
"Spike!" William caught the four-year-old boy as he launched himself at his older brother. The name, 'Spike' had arisen because of the discovery of about twelve railroad spikes hidden in William's bureau. Draco had begun using the word 'spike' and eventually it became his nickname. William smiled and hugged his brother.
"Hey, Draco." William sat Draco down and took a seat next to him. "I woke you up. Sorry, Kiddo."
"What are you doing up so late?"
"Had to take care of something. I've got to head off very soon, though." The look from Draco's eyes changed from happiness to confusion, and William knew where this was going to end up.
"Where are you going?" William knew he had to choose his words just right otherwise another incident would take place like the one at the end of Spring Holiday.
"I don't know. Somewhere far away probably." William mentally kicked himself at his poor performance for his brother
"Why?"
"Because dad's not too happy with me right now. I'm betting that he'll be home soon and I don't want him to find me."
"Well, can I go?"
"Nope."
"Why not?" William didn't have time to answer four-hundred questions in a row; he had to get going.
"It's not safe. Listen, I know you don't understand right now but you will one day, and you'll probably hate me. It's something I have to do. Stick around here and behave. I promise I'll send an owl, but it'll have to be a secret. It'll be just between you and me, so put on your grumpy face," He watched as all emotion left his brother's face as he was taught, and William sighed inwardly of relief. "Just like that. And don't tell anyone what we talked about, okay?" Draco's eyes began to redden and his bottom lip began quivering. William bit the inside of his lip and scolded himself for what he said. "Draco, you have to do this for me. I've got to go..." When he stood up to apparate out of the mansion, he felt Draco cling suddenly to his leg. "Draco--"
"Don't leave me!" William sighed of frustration and tried to think of a way to pry his brother off his leg this time. It had taken him a good half hour to get free during Spring Break when he went to a party. William relaxed to give his brother the false sense of security and after a moment he found that Draco was not going to take this lightly.
"Draco, let me go."
"I won't!"
"Draco, I don't want to leave but--"
"Then don't!"
"If I don't then dad's gonna kill me."
"Why!"
"Because I didn't want to work for his bloody boss. I don't want to leave and I certainly don't want to leave you here but I have to get out of here before dad gets back with mum. I will be around, but not for awhile. Now let me go unless you want us both to be spliced." William heard Draco sniff heavily and felt his little brother release him. He helped Draco up and sat him down on his bed, tucking him in and taking a seat. "Thank you, kiddo." William reached into his robes and pulled out a small glass ball that had a gold ring around it; he handed it to Draco. "This is a rememberall. I have another one for me, but this is yours. I promise I won't forget about you if you don't forget about me. I will be around, though. If not now then later. I'll talk to you then, kiddo." William stood up and stepped back a few steps. Then, in a blink, he was gone. Draco looked at the glass ball and tears fell down his face.
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A/N: Well, another chapter done and I'm almost done with the next one (I was debating whether or not I should put that one first, but I'm sure this'll do).
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or BtVS, but the plot was my original idea. Well, technically it was my mother's, but she sold me the rights to it.
~.Marx.~
A/N: I am not planning any romance of any sort, but you'll never guess what's coming next...I too have read too many romance plots with Draco/Hermione, so I won't put them together. I just think the only one who is able to match wits with Hermione besides Harry is Hermione, but seriously, would Draco give Harry the light of day?
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A cemetary was dark and uninviting, with gales of wind whishing through the almost browned leaves that clung steadily to trees which were on the last stages of growth. The ground was covered in brownish yellow grass as a warm wave of dying summer floated by. There in the cemetary stood a dark figure with a black robe covering him. He was tall, with glowing red eyes and malice being the only emotion present in them. The cemetary around him was quiet and empty, which was more than could be said about it. Next to him was a gravestone with a name on it...Tom Riddle...His father's name. Marvolo, his grandfather's name...He thought it would be the perfect place for an Initiation, thus they would all meet there. 'They' being the future Deatheaters and their elders. He would initiate them with the Dark Mark.
Suddenly, Voldemort heard a faint 'popping' sound. His followers were beginning to arrive. A shadow fell over the moonlit gravestone before him and Voldemort recognized his faithful follower, Peter Pettigrew, or 'Wormtail' for short. The short, balding man was trembling from head to toe which was probably caused by his mission. "Wormtail, have you done as I have asked?" His hissing voice shook Wormtail up even more than he was in the first place, and he watched the little man nod.
"Yes, master...I have..." It appeared that Voldemort had underestimated Wormtail's loyalty to him. He had betrayed his own friends in a heartbeat, but he wasn't sure if he trusted someone who would betray his only friends to have power over them. Wormtail wasn't a loyal man at any angle. He wouldn't trust the disgusting betrayer to keep that loyalty long enough should his followers be caught. But Wormtail had done his duty, which granted him immunity from his wrath.
He only had to destroy the rest of the fighting wizards against him and he would have free reign over the wizarding world and the muggle world. There came more 'popping' sounds then, and Voldemort turned his attention to them. Robed Deatheaters came forward with their offspring, who were robed as well and well ready for their inauguration ceremony. The Deatheaters formed a broken circle facing Voldemort, and each of the clan came up and kissed the hem of his robes. After they finished, they went back to their previous positions. Voldemort then began to speak.
"My Deatheaters, you come bearing your children so that they too may become my followers, to rid the world of mudbloods and the wizards who love them. You have come forth bearing arms against those who are less powerful than we many, and now it is time yet again to initiate those who oppose the weak ways of the wizarding world. Together, we shall dominate and destroy those who do not deserve to be called wizards. Now is the time for revenge.
"Lucius, bring forth your son; we shall begin initiating the Deatheaters now." William Malfoy walked forwards in a black robe with a hood. His lazy saunter to his stride revealed black military style boots as he passed dozens of followers of the Dark Lord Voldemort. When he reached the wizard who was determined to right the world of off it's 'muggleness,' he simply stood there, not even daring to breathe should he gasp from what he was about to do instead. As if cued, Voldemort raised his wand. "Now kneel before me to receive the Dark Mark, young William, and fulfill your destiny, which is to serve me." William made no move to do as told, and several Deatheaters began to shift where they stood. William removed his hood, revealing his short and silvery blond hair that had been sleeked back to bring out the accent in his facial features. His eyes were reflecting disobedience and his dangerously independent stare, his jawbone was slender and trim, and his lips were full and quirked in such a way that it was very obvious that he was disgusted of the presence of the alleged invincible Dark Lord. "I said, 'Kneel before me to receive the Dark Mark.'" William stood taller and brought his hands to gather in front of him, looking at Voldemort and staring smugly at him. A word slipped snidely out of the young blond's mouth that made every Deatheater gasp.
"No." he said, emphasizing his word and voice clearly. His voice was smooth, serious, and slightly amused at the same time, and he couldn't deny himself a smug smirk as Voldemort gripped his wand in rage. William had done his homework, which was something he never thought he would do in the first place. Everything he had done had been flawless and planned to this moment. He knew his father's work long before he realized what it was all about. He loved chaos, personally, but he wanted to plan it and follow through with it. He didn't need someone to tell him what to do and how to do it. Destruction was his desire, but he wanted full credit, which was not in the plan if Voldemort got his way. He would be a robed wizard under the stereotype that Voldemort had ordered them to do everything on his accord, even random chaos would give Voldemort credit, but William hadn't wanted to work through anyone. And to add to that, he had always been into torture, which was something he loved to do on his off time, and he was sure that Voldemort would force him to halt his practices. He had a fetish for railroad spikes, which was odd enough as it stood.
"No? You dare refuse to become my follower? Lucius, you have betrayed me by bringing this rebellious boy before me. I am insulted." William didn't budge, and Lucius stormed up to him, wand raised and poised to attack. Wiliam ducked a muttered curse and grabbed his father's stiff arm, pulling it down with such a force that it dragged Lucius's entire body down as well; William thrusted his knee upwards and hit the older wizard's face at full force with the one knee movement. He had been raised with the knowledge that magic was used more than actual physical movements, and he knew the only physically fit wizards were the Quidditch players, and there were none here. Generally, all Deatheaters were horrible hand-to-hand combat fighters.
Lucius fell to the ground after the single blow and William stood tall against Voldemort once again. "I'm through with your ideas and your bloody gang." William then spat on the hem of Voldemort's cloak, making everyone gasp again. "You're nothing but a bloody poof." And with that, he heard someone mutter a curse, and dodged a bright light. He managed to maneuver his way out of the broken circle, and knew that next time they may not be as reckless; he ducked another curse and ran on. When he heard footsteps following him he picked up his pace and leapt behind a large tombstone; he cleared his mind and concentrated on another place--anywhere but here. Within secondss he smiled and was gone with a 'pop' just as the tombstone, which had been his cover, was blasted apart by attacking Deatheaters. He was never seen again, but no one figured out that he was the original 'Boy Who Lived.' Should anyone try to locate him, he would disappear to his next target. He didn't want to be found for obvious reasons.
William found himself standing in a tot's bedroom. He saw the plain blue walls with Quidditch wallhangings and walked over to a large bed near the window. In the center of it was a small boy with blonde hair huddled up to a stuffed dragon toy. The Norwegian Ridgeback was Draco's favorite dragon, and he was only four years old. William merely looked down at the boy and waited for the cue to leave, which was the absence of sorrow towards his sibling. It had taken a lot to turn down the Dark Mark in the presence of all Deatheaters, but he didn't want what would be coming to him should he had taken the opportunity. William reasoned that he would check up on his brother at almost every chance, and maybe they would take the time to converse once or twice until it was his turn to choose.
Draco was sleeping pretty soundly, which was unlike the boy he knew during the day hours. He was a little monster sometimes, and William had easily formed a bond with the little bugger. Hell, he thought. It was hard enough to pry him from your leg when you left for Hogwarts at Spring Holiday. It didn't matter because he was now graduated from Hogwarts and he needed to leave before Lucius got home. "Got to be leavin', kiddo." And then Draco woke up, fully alert at the sound of his kiddish name.
"Spike!" William caught the four-year-old boy as he launched himself at his older brother. The name, 'Spike' had arisen because of the discovery of about twelve railroad spikes hidden in William's bureau. Draco had begun using the word 'spike' and eventually it became his nickname. William smiled and hugged his brother.
"Hey, Draco." William sat Draco down and took a seat next to him. "I woke you up. Sorry, Kiddo."
"What are you doing up so late?"
"Had to take care of something. I've got to head off very soon, though." The look from Draco's eyes changed from happiness to confusion, and William knew where this was going to end up.
"Where are you going?" William knew he had to choose his words just right otherwise another incident would take place like the one at the end of Spring Holiday.
"I don't know. Somewhere far away probably." William mentally kicked himself at his poor performance for his brother
"Why?"
"Because dad's not too happy with me right now. I'm betting that he'll be home soon and I don't want him to find me."
"Well, can I go?"
"Nope."
"Why not?" William didn't have time to answer four-hundred questions in a row; he had to get going.
"It's not safe. Listen, I know you don't understand right now but you will one day, and you'll probably hate me. It's something I have to do. Stick around here and behave. I promise I'll send an owl, but it'll have to be a secret. It'll be just between you and me, so put on your grumpy face," He watched as all emotion left his brother's face as he was taught, and William sighed inwardly of relief. "Just like that. And don't tell anyone what we talked about, okay?" Draco's eyes began to redden and his bottom lip began quivering. William bit the inside of his lip and scolded himself for what he said. "Draco, you have to do this for me. I've got to go..." When he stood up to apparate out of the mansion, he felt Draco cling suddenly to his leg. "Draco--"
"Don't leave me!" William sighed of frustration and tried to think of a way to pry his brother off his leg this time. It had taken him a good half hour to get free during Spring Break when he went to a party. William relaxed to give his brother the false sense of security and after a moment he found that Draco was not going to take this lightly.
"Draco, let me go."
"I won't!"
"Draco, I don't want to leave but--"
"Then don't!"
"If I don't then dad's gonna kill me."
"Why!"
"Because I didn't want to work for his bloody boss. I don't want to leave and I certainly don't want to leave you here but I have to get out of here before dad gets back with mum. I will be around, but not for awhile. Now let me go unless you want us both to be spliced." William heard Draco sniff heavily and felt his little brother release him. He helped Draco up and sat him down on his bed, tucking him in and taking a seat. "Thank you, kiddo." William reached into his robes and pulled out a small glass ball that had a gold ring around it; he handed it to Draco. "This is a rememberall. I have another one for me, but this is yours. I promise I won't forget about you if you don't forget about me. I will be around, though. If not now then later. I'll talk to you then, kiddo." William stood up and stepped back a few steps. Then, in a blink, he was gone. Draco looked at the glass ball and tears fell down his face.
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A/N: Well, another chapter done and I'm almost done with the next one (I was debating whether or not I should put that one first, but I'm sure this'll do).
