A.N- People, I don't get it! Is this fic truly soo horrible that you absolutely refuse to review! I really don't get it. Its not that bad, ya know. Its really harming, my self esteem!
But I'm continuing this, despite the odds. ( the odds, being the readers)
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Quote: Hold on to things too tight and you'll lose them.
Onto the fic: Within the depths,
Riveting Revelations
By Princess Beeduru
Riveting Revelations
In Malfoy Manor
Draco Malfoy, was once a caring son, he was once the prince of Slytherin, and he was once a person to be greatly respected. The boy in question was now being interrogated by his oh so loving uncle.
His uncle had been trying to get something out of him but to no avail. The boy was REALLY starting to get on his nerves.
'Damnit it Draco, you will listen to me! What happened to you? Why the sudden change!' he barked.
'I'm still the same Uncle Severus.'
'Don't lie to me! I know when you don't speak the truth!'
"Damn Snape and his occlumency," thought Draco.
But in reality you didn't have to be an occlumens to see that Draco was lying. It was apparent by the way he looked. He only had the remains of his once proud demeanor. His cheekbones were jutting out of his skin and the aura of respect he once had, had disappeared. His eyes were even more lifeless than usual, if that was even possible. The cold grey had turned more bleak and calculating. One could never guess that this was the innocent little boy who would play on his uncle's lap many years ago.
Draco's life was going well, or as well as it could in the modern world. He had loving parents, wealth and health. His life had suddenly jolted out of its normal routine with the return of Voldemort in his fourth year at school. After that, life as he knew it, was never the same!
His father had to spend more time out the house than with his family, but Draco didn't mind. He was proud of his father for aligning himself with Voldemort. The one who would rid the world of the filth which inhabited it. He had stood by his father all the way.
Then his father asked him a question which made his dreams come true. He finally had the chance of becoming a death eater!
This was such an honour. Voldemort would never have looked at a boy his age to recruit, but… he did. Draco was very grateful. He had made his family proud and most importantly, his father. His mother was a bit apprehensive, as she didn't want her only son to be in danger. However she consoled herself with the fact that Lucius would be there to protect their little boy from harm.
Draco wasn't asked to do much after the initiation ceremony. The only thing he did do was spend his time boasting his involvement whenever he could and naturally everyone was awed.
Draco was jolted back to the present when he felt the familiarity of Severus digging into his soul.
He wasn't ready. Damn it! He cursed for the umpteenth time. He heard his uncle saying, 'Always be ready Draco, you never know when this will happen!'
He felt himself remembering the memories he had locked behind in his past, they were forcing their way through his brain.
He felt as if he was running through the dark tunnels of his mind as he entered the door to his seventeen year old self.
One day his scar burned red hot.
He was about to fall asleep when suddenly the pain seared through his arm. Swearing, he pulled his sleeve back and saw that the Mark was an evil, incandescent red. The Dark Lord was beckoning him. Changing into more suitable attire, he left his room to seek out his father. Surely, he would have been summoned too. He was quite surprised that his father hadn't waited for him as he saw that the hallways were devoid of life.
He should have taken this as a warning sign, but he was blinded by his devotion for Voldemort and love for his father.
He quickly touched his forearm and whispered the words which would seal his fate and would transport him to Voldemort's side.
He felt his feet leave the ground and then come into contact with hard stone. He swayed slightly on the spot, then immediately righted himself. Red slits were staring him in the face. Draco quickly bowed. He was rather puzzled to see no one in the room. What exactly did Voldemort want with him?
'Ahh, Draco. You came,' hissed the snake like voice.
'Of course, my Lord. You summoned me.'
'I did, didn't I.'
Voldemort seemed to be looking him up and down as if trying to determine something. Finally, he looked up and gave a nod of approval.
'Draco, I have a mission for you.'
Draco's heart swelled with pride. He was chosen by the Lord Himself to do something, which He thought he was capable of.
'Yes, my Lord,' he said respectfully.
'How much do you value Albus Dumbledore?'
This question struck Draco very odd indeed. What had this got to do with anything? Seeing he was in a dangerous territory he needed to formulate his answer very carefully.
He disliked him greatly, but did not hate him. He may have different views than him, but he was still a powerful wizard. But no doubt this was not the answer Voldemort was looking for.
'That muggle loving fool!' he said disdainfully, 'the one who houses mudbloods, muggle lovers and all sorts of wizards who disgrace our name? People say he is powerful, but how can wizard with no regard for true wizarding blood be so great?'
Voldemort seemed to be looking through his very soul. Draco now wished he paid more attention to what his uncle had said about occlumency.
'So you regard him as feeble?'
'No, my Lord. He is a force to be reckoned with, a worthy adversary, but it is not impossible to overpower him, with our resources.'
The answer seemed to satisfy Voldemort.
'Think of this as a test, young Malfoy. One you have to pass so I can be assured of your capability. This will test your secrecy, potential and skill.'
Draco tried to not let his excitement show. One of his father's earliest lessons was to never show emotion because it can be used against you. 'I permit you to show them in front of your loved ones, meaning your immediate family. Apart from us, you may not show your feelings.' Floated the voice of Lucius from his memories.
'Yes, my Lord.'
'What I tell you must not leave this room! Do I make myself clear?'
'Perfectly.' he replied arrogantly.
'Your mission is to find a way for my death eaters to get into Hogwarts.'
'What?'
'Why Draco, is it too hard a task for you?' Voldemort said silkily.
'No of course not, my lord,' he said with a hint of annoyance. He would show him how great a wizard he really was. He wasn't a pansy.
'Your goal is to lead the death eaters inside the castle and to Dumbledore's quarters.'
'Okay my lord. May I ask, why?'
'Never question me boy!' He shrieked.
' Seeing as you are not familiar with how things work here I will let this comment slide, however in the future I will not be so generous.'
Draco was starting to feel very uncomfortable. What exactly did he want with Hogwarts? His musings were brought to an immediate stop, when Voldemort started speaking.
'It will be your job to kill the fool!' he hissed.
Draco was momentarily stunned. He wanted him to kill his headmaster!
'What's the matter Draco? Is it too much for you?'
Quickly gathering his wits about him he spoke with all the determination he possessed, 'No, of course not my lord. I will not fail you.'
'You had better not Mr.Malfoy. The result would be less than pretty, and remember not a word to anyone. Not even to your father.'
Not wanting to anger the Dark Lord, Draco acquiesced and disapparated with a pop.
When he was safe in his own bed, he looked up into the sky and murmured quite eloquently, 'How in bloody hell am I supposed to do this?'
Receiving no answer from the stars he proceeded to pound his pillow, until feathers were floating about. Sighing, he decided to get some rest before his mission actually started.
Draco felt himself falling backwards and then felt the pain shooting up his backside as it met with the cold marble floor.
'Get up!' his uncle snarled. He had finally lost his temper.
Gone was the loving uncle and out came the cold hearted bastard who we all know and love.
'That was absolutely pathetic! Have I taught you nothing? You are no better than Po… other mindless idiots I have had to teach!' he spat, while trying to rectify his little slip up.
He may have hated the Potter boy, but he wasn't about to disclose any knowledge regarding him, as it would greatly damage the Order. An organization he was still a part of, though no one accepted him anymore due to the events occurring three months ago. His lip curled while remembering what had happened that night on the astronomy tower.
Draco was not allowed to tell anyone what he was supposed to do as his mission. His parents were very worried. Lucius had practically begged the Dark Lord to tell him, but he only got a Crucio as his answer.
Voldemort only told him, Severus Snape of what was to unfold. He made it quite clear that he didn't want him to help Draco in the slightest, but still wanted to keep a watch on him.
The first thing that he did was alert the Order of what was planned. Dumbledore acted quickly and thought of how to address the situation. Snape had found out that the Dark Lord kept Narcissa and Lucius in his hold. Those two were the incentive for Draco doing what he was ordered to do. If he didn't comply with his master's wishes, his parents would pay the price.
Snape had to coax Draco in to telling him of how far he had progressed in his mission so he could remain on top of things. But it was no easy task; Malfoy's own pride and fear for his parent's lives hindered the Order's plans.
Everything happened so fast afterwards, often resembling a blur of memories tangled up together. The death eaters were at Hogwarts and Dumbledore was not there. He had quickly called the Order and told them to come immediately and then he tried to find Draco, to stop him from what he was going to do.
He came up to the astronomy tower and his heart had literally stopped!
There was his godson with his wand pointed at an exhausted Dumbledore. He realized that the headmaster was trying to take him to the light side, but it was already too late.
Suddenly, all the death eaters slammed open the door from behind him and ran up. They started laughing at Dumbledore's state and began taunting Draco; Snape felt his heart go out to him.
Before anything could happen he stepped forward after received the tiniest of nods from his own saviour, Albus Dumbledore.
With that, his wand swished emitting a green light and then suddenly, Dumbledore's lifeless body was lying feebly on the ground.
He and Dumbledore had discussed this beforehand and he realized they had no time to lose, this was not the time to lament his loss. He quickly sprung into action and barked orders while he grabbed Draco by the scruff of his neck and dragged him away.
They ran for their lives to get to sanctuary and finally they were safe!
Snape gazed at Hogwarts from a distance. He had spent the whole year adjusting himself to this, and now that it was here, it flew by as quick as it came. He had done what it was that he had been told to do and now had to leave. He had prepared himself for the rocky path he would embark on and now was the time to put that preparation to the test.
His eyes focused onto the lump on the floor and remembered where he left off.
'It is crucial for you to perfect this skill Draco if you want to survive in this world. I have not spent the last two years training you for naught!'
Draco was sitting on the floor and was staring disinterestedly at his mentor. His blonde locks falling everywhere.
'Professor, where I am going I won't need to use this skill since there will be no one to use it against.'
'Have you gone utterly daft! Occlumeny will protect you. You will not stay wherever you are going, forever. You will have to come back some day and what will you do if this is your reaction to a legilemens…I will not tolerate this. Wherever you go, you will be tested and and… you need to emerge victorious. You will not bow down to them, I hope I have made myself clear and remember constant vigilance!' (A.N- I know thats Moody's line). He added softly, 'Now …legilemens!'
The spell hit Draco like a ton of bricks. It was delving into him, going further and further. The dark tunnel came to a sudden halt and his mothers face appeared. This beautiful vision gave him strength and … surprisingly he started rising to Severus's attack. He stood up shakily and concentrated on repelling the offence. He didn't want him to see the things he had locked up inside of him. The last thought which came to mind was that of Voldemort punishing him, the night of Dumbledore's death.
He looked up into his dark eyes and formed a barrier through which no one could pass.
After what seemed like an age, Snape retreated looking pleased.
'Much better. Remember what I said boy. You need to master this skill such that if you were in a room with a legilemens, they wouldn't even know! Good luck with your task Draco, remember what I have said and go take a shower. You look absolutely disgusting!' With that elegant remark he swept away from the room.
Draco and his colourful words were left in the room. 'How dare he treat me like a mere child!' he exclaimed vehemently. 'Its frickin' pathetic!' he looked over at the cracked mirror to his right.
What did he see? Would be the question to ask. The answer: pain. A broken person. A million little pieces!
He couldn't bear to look beneath the grey of his eyes. He was too much of a weakling to look there. He wanted to hide from …himself. How cowardly! He needed to get away. Get away from the memories of his house, memories he felt he didn't deserve. His father's hearty laugh, his mother's loving caress and the innocence with which he grew up. Not knowing what the world does to people, how life treats Man and how humans treat humans.
Clearing his mind of all forms of thought and emotion he stalked off into the night. Not knowing when he would see his house again, not knowing when he would see his father, his uncle and not knowing when he would truly see himself.
Lucius was looking at his son from one of the many turrets of the Manor. It hurt him, that he didn't even say goodbye. But then again, he had only returned to the manor now. Draco didn't know he was here. His heart felt like stone as he saw his flesh and blood, battle out alone. Then there was the laughing.
'Hahahahahaha. Awww, is poor Lucius feeling sad! How utterly pathetic!'
Lucius cringed from the screechiness of his sister in law, Bellatrix. There she was, observing him. He wanted nothing more than to tear her into pieces and rip her to shreds, but that would cause him more harm than pleasure, so he kept his peace.
'One day, Bella. One day…' he whispered wistfully.
A.N- So that was the end of chapter blah blah blah.
I hope you liked it. Gave you more of an insight to the life of our precious slytherin.
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