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Disclaimer: I do not make any claims on anything but the idea for this story... and a couple of my OC characters that will eventually be brought in to this story.
Warnings: There will be HPDM slash. As in BoyxBoy love. Don't like it, don't read it. Also, I will be adding a couple (one in the least) OC characters to this story, But rest assured, none will be Mary Sues or Gary Sues, okay? Oh, and some things in the later chapters could be taken as incest (Not between close relatives!!! Ewww! More like cousins). It's not really incest, but some people might take it as incest.
"What will you have us do with the boy?"
Blank eyes stare back. Thin, chapped lips pull back in to a vicious sneer. Eyes twinkle with unbidden insanity.
Shrill barks of laughter fill the air.
"He's not gone! He'll come back and deliver us! They think he's dead, but he's not!"
"Bella... the boy, what would you have us do with the boy?"
More maniacal laughter filled the air.
"He'll be back, then all the mudbloods will rue the day they were born! We'll make them suffer!"
Clawed fingers lunged for cold metal bars. Eyes gleamed like jewels. Madness.
"Bella, please, what of the boy?"
"He'll be back! Just wait and see... then the traitors will be punished!"
"Bella..."
Unseeing eyes stared in the direction of the voice.
"Just wait and see Cissy! They'll all be punished, then we, the Toujours Pures, will finally get our just rewords!"
"Bella..." softly spoken.
"Just wait and see..."
*
Draco stared unseeingly out the old casement of a window. He was not truly looking, but daydreaming, a thing that had become his hobby over the summer. The blond lost himself to his own musings.
His godfather was busy. Not just with the upcoming start of school, but with experiments, potions, Death Eater business, and Dumbledore business. He also was needed for the completion of Wolfsbane potion for the school's resident werewolf professor. The potion took many labourious nights to complete. The blond knew this, and worried that, with Severus' promise to make him the Dreamless Potion each night, he was causing his godfather much more grief than necessary. If he could only face his dreams, then he wouldn't be in need of the potion.
A horrible question still floated in his mind. A nagging curiosity, as if he should remember. Like a long forgotten memory, on the tip of his tongue, but just out of reach. Why did the dream bother him to this extent?
Suddenly a movement in the distant trees caught his attention. Draco shook in abrupt fear.
The plains that surrounded the manor were nothing to fear; they were quite lovely: flowing green grass, hills of beautiful flowers, and filled with a tamed beauty that the Manor was famous for.
The fear Draco felt was from the dark forest looming where the plains stopped and the trees grew, and it was understandable. The forest was like a parasite, creeping its way onto the beautiful fields of grass. The trees grew in mutant forms. They twisted up from the earth and grabbed as if drowning at everything they could.
It was said that the forest was cursed when the manor was first built. That the trees grew on magic, that they were granted souls of magical beings, and that some could even draw themselves up from the earth and move.
The records in the vast Malfoy library state that the long deceased Brutus DuMontagne Malfoy once ordered the destruction of over half the dark forest. All records after that stated that the entire hired crew, plus the late Lord Malfoy himself, had all disappeared, never to be found again.
So, under these circumstances, Draco's fear of the forest was very understandable.
But, whispered the Slytherin's conscious, that's not all there is to it, is there?
Shivers ran up Draco's back.
He let out an angry growl, and, impulsively, he punched the wall. He cringed as pain shot through his arm.
"Damn it," Draco mumbled angrily, rubbing his eyes tiredly, "what the bloody hell is wrong with me?"
*
The days moved on. July came to an end, and August rose from it's ashes.
The dark forest grew darker. It stood still; it seemed to be waiting.
For what?
*
Two boys, beautiful as the day itself, ran hand in hand over hills of green.
Dark, black hair shifting in the breeze. Rueful smiles.
Giggles filled the August air.
Grey orbs met grey orbs. Pinky swears are to be kept.
Let's play the day away.
Lovely day.
*
Draco woke from the dream. Unlike his recent stream of horrid nightmares, this dream was pleasant. Excluding the fact he felt he should remember something.
The boy in his dreams... he was so familiar.
Draco rose slowly from his bed, and made his way to the large window that looked out onto the Malfoy grounds. He stared in to the distance, examining the forest again.
Who was the dark haired boy?
*
Draco walked through the hallow halls of the empty manor. His parents had been away for quite some time now. Draco was beginning to become worried. His father had escaped recently from Azkaban (undoubtably with the aid of his Dark Lord) but he had neither seen hair nor hide of the Lord Malfoy.
His mother had left for France. She said she needed to get away from the noise of the United Kingdom.
What noise? Draco thought, It's unbearably quiet.
He needed his mother. He needed to know who the boy in his dreams was.
"Where are you?" was his silent plea.
*
Draco slowly wrote a letter to several important persons.
They were the following:
Dear Severus,
I beg your presence to the Manor as soon as possible.
It is urgent. Please do come Sev; I need you.
Sincerely yours,
Draco L. Malfoy
The second letter was addressed in a less formal tone:
Zabini,
I am completely and utterly bored, and, although I sound despairingly desperate, please come over right away. Just tell your mother that you're going to try to manipulate me for some money; she'll like that. The cow...
Hurry up.
Draco L. Malfoy
The third was in the same tone:
Pans,
I am in desperate need of your ever desirable presence.
Do come and visit soon.
Love,
Draco L. Malfoy
Draco sent the three letters off.
He would need all the help he could get.
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