December 1997

They'd just dispatched the locket when they found themselves apparated to a Manor he'd never been to before

They led him and Luna to a Great Hall where he could feel the Dark Lord lurking, smirking in triumph (but he didn't know that the Silver was awake and angry and good and bad). He could feel the hard object in his in pocket. And he laughed (as remembered how the rest of a once person's soul had burned, burned, burned away).

Because he was blue and the Silver was going to burn them all to Hell.

The Dark Lord was horrible to look at (but Draco had seen worse). He saw Snape and dark men and a woman who reminded him of his mother (who would never, ever write back to him). They were so stupid. He was blue and they were green. And they thought he was a Malfoy. (And so they'd die.)

He felt the man (snake, evil) probe his mind and restrained the Silver. He was back with Luna in that hallway with a mad snake and the need to wait. He showed Voldemort what he'd get (because the Silver was angry) and he made him want it (because that was fair).

Eventually, the man-thing-evil sat back in his chair satisfied. "Welcome, Draco Malfoy."

"Thanks for having me," he drawled and he was (green, green, green) Draco Malfoy. Because blue could pretend. (Luna had showed him.)

And it laughed. "I saw something interesting in your mind."

He looked away like he had something to hide.

It continued. "You and this girl have been seeking what I seek. Immortality. It's within your grasp."

Draco shrugged. (And Voldemort was a fool.)

"You ate the flesh of a newborn unicorn." And the Silver laughed at the man-snake's words. No one could do that. They would just (die, die, die) and burn forever and ever. "And you were planning to drink each other's blood to complete the ritual, but you haven't yet. Why not?"

The creature didn't understand because it wanted to live forever. The Silver smiled darkly because it would live forever.

"Oh, we were waiting for the winter solstice. We were going to dance around a fire and have sex first," Luna informed the Dark Lord dreamily (because she had a sense of humor) and all the Death Eaters and Voldemort laughed (and the Silver burned because it was hungry). Draco tried to look embarrassed, but no one was really looking to see.

"You will give me your blood. Both of you." Because the Dark Lord thought he wanted to be immortal.

He smirked. "As long as you make me your second and promise not to hurt Luna." (Because that's what a person might ask for, if they were scared, if the snake-man-thing could be trusted. They might ask for protection for themselves, their family-)

But it just chuckled. It understood greed and fear and desperation. "Just like your father." But he was wrong and his father hadn't been like that (not really). "Of course, blood freely given is the best." But they both knew he would just take it by force if he had to.

Draco nodded. "Alright and I'll even provide the cup." He reached into his robe and pulled out the Hufflepuff Cup. No one noticed when Luna bent over and touched Nagini and turned the snake-thing to ash (because they were fools).

Bellatrix's mouth was like a fish. "How-"

Draco sneered at her. "Did you know you were in prison?" (The Silver burned coldly.)

Her mouth snapped shut and he was reminded of how his mother had told him she had two sisters (and nothing more).

Voldemort remained amused because he wouldn't have to fear death much longer. (And that was true.) He just said, "I see, well I'll provide you with a knife-"

Draco smiled (and it was cold). "That won't be necessary." He brought the soft flesh of his inner forearm to his mouth and bit down hard. The blood burned in his mouth. (The other Draco would never, never-) He wasn't the other Draco.

Voldemort flinched.

All the Death Eaters shuddered while Luna repeated the action and licked her lips (because Luna was very, very amused and the Silver was very, very angry).

They let the Silver shine out their eyes.

Draco let his blood dribble into the cup first. Luna's blood would destroy it otherwise. It was red (red, red, red) and he was relieved. He'd been afraid that it would be silver.

His blood simmered in the cup and it come to a boil when Luna added hers.

Silently he handed immortality to a thing that used to be a human named Tom Riddle.

Bellatrix's face was euphoric and the other Death Eaters, their faces glowed with a dark gleaming thirst for power (for immortality, for eternal suffering). All except Snape. His eyes were widened in terror (but it would be fine, he and Luna would save him from the Silver).

Then,

Then, the Dark Lord drank from a cup containing the last bit of his soul and his body fell to the ground dead. But he was still alive in that cup (trapped forever to burn, burn, burn).

The Death Eaters screamed as their Dark Marks burst into Silver flame. It won't stop with their Marks though. It would burn them up (every last inch). The Silver reveled in their screams (for they had forgotten that having pure blood, true blood, was not a mark of honor, it was just long forgotten promises singing in their veins, waiting to be called upon, waiting to awaken.)

He and Luna walked over to a screaming Snape. She gently (because Luna was gentle and kind and good, when she wasn't the Silver) and softly touched where his Dark Mark had been and told to the Silver 'no.' (Not this one.) And the Silver left Severus Snape.

And then he and Luna were laughing because the Silver was satisfied and happy (and good and horrible). Their bodies were pulsing with a terrible brightness and Snape cowered away from them. And they laughed and laughed (and laughed and the Silver burned and burned and burned).

(At that moment they were not Draco and Luna.) They were everything good and sad and mean and forgotten; They were the Silver.