Hello all! Look! I promised that I would upload this chapter today, and I did! Alright, this should quell all your answers, for a while! lol, I hope you like this chapter. *go to hide behing bushes* Dont kill me!!!
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. I do not own the lyrics to Wine red, either!
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.
Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
While it hung heavy on the tree above your head?
This chaos this calamity,
This garden once was perfect,
Give your immortality to me
I'll set you up against the stars.
Lyrics from Wine Red, by The Hush Sound
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August 27th, 1986
The summer day was beautiful. Sun shining down on the green, grassy hills of the Malfoy Estate. Draco and Regulus had spent the day playing, running through the fields as fast as they could, rolling around in what Lucius claimed "undignified" fashion .It was okay, because it was such a lovely day.
Yes, it had been a wonderful day, filled with laughter, and smiles, and noise.
Until late in the afternoon, when everything went horribly, horribly wrong.
Regulus had always been adventurous, always dragging Draco into his misadventures.
Instead of heading in, towards the Manor, Regulus had pulled Draco to the edge of the fields, where the dark forest suddenly leaped into existence.
"Draco! C'mon! Hurry up!" The boy pulling at his arm yanked him through the dense forest.
"I... I don't think that we should be doing this! Mummy said we weren't to pass the forest's edge!" younger-Draco exclaimed, frightfully rushing through the trees. Still Regulus continued to run through the forest.
"Aw, don't be like that!" Regulus began, "Aren't you curious? I mean, what's so bad 'bout going into a forest? The other day, we got to play in the Eldwyn Forest!"
Draco sped up a bit, Reg was fast.
Finally, they both reached the end of the trees.
Then, the forest was behind the two young boys, and they were in a field. Long, wild wheat was billowing in the winds. Up ahead was an old-fashioned, gothic church.
The church was quite big. It had pointed windows, and dark walls. The windows were stain glass, and a large, round window filtered purple light from the disappearing sun. Crows were nestled on the roof and in every tiny crack in the walls. Their sharp cries pierced the otherwise deadly silent field. The old, cracked bells were chiming softly across the field, as if they were sending a warning to all those surrounding.
Draco shivered as an icy chill ran through him. He wanted, at that very moment, to be anywhere but here. Draco chanced a glance at his dark-haired playmate.
Reg was smiling as if his birthday had come early. He clapped his hands together, and, with a devilish smirk, exclaimed, "It's fantastic! Let's go in!"
Regulus made his way to the abandoned church, until he realized his more fearful companion wasn't at his side. The dark-haired boy turned around.
Draco was pale with fear. "No, we should go back... C'mon Reg, let's go back, please!" Desperation was sinking in. They couldn't go further! Something bad would happen. Draco just knew it.
"Don't worry Draco! I'll be here, so you don't have to worry!"Regulus sounded so confident in his statement, that when Reg extended his hand in invitation, Draco grasped it hesitantly, and followed the boy through the wheat field, towards the dark church.
The old, wooden doors were huge and heavy. The made a huge creaking noise as they opened on rusty hinges. The boys made their way through the doorway, and into the church.
It was old, and the cobblestone floor was filled with cracks and holes. Both the young children tripped and stumbled down the corridor.
The purple light that was filtering through the windows was slowly disappearing, and through it all the bells rang their musical warnings louder and louder. When the last piercing of light finally disappeared, the boys had made it down the entire corridor, and were now standing in front of the door, obviously leading to the open isles where the mass would have been held.
Suddenly the church was pitch black, and one, last, loud chime of the bell rang out in all it's haunting glory.
"What's going on?" asked Draco when all of a sudden there was only silence. Not even the noise of the crows outside could be heard. His grip on Reg's hand tightened painfully.
"I don't kn-
Then they heard a loud, earsplitting scream. It made the both of them stumble, and fall to the floor as they used there hands to try to block out the painful sound.
"What in the-
All of a sudden the noise stopped, and Regulus was pulling Draco away from the door to the inner chapel, and towards the exit in a panicked run.
"Hurry Draco! Hurry! We have to get out of here!" Regulus' voice was laced with fear.
Oh god, they had reached the halfway point of the corridor before Draco realized that something was blocking the exit.
Vampires.
"Oh Morgan! The other way!" Regulus was sounding desperate now, "We have to go the other way! Oh nononononononooo, oh god!"
Soon they were racing towards the other end, towards the inner part of the building. An evil, cackling laughter was following them. The boys ran as if they were running through water, fear swelling up their throats.
Finally they reached the door. Regulus clawed at it in a frenzy as Draco screamed for him to please, ohgodpleasepleaseplease, hurry up. Finally the door swung open, and both boys darted up the main isle, towards the wide, stage altar.
Once they arrived, they searched for an exit.
They found none.
"Merlin, Morgan! What are we going to do, Reg?" Draco was crying now, frustrated and scared beyond all belief, "I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
Regulus came up to the hysterical blond, ignoring Draco's sudden mantra, and slapped him, hard. The blonds head stayed facing the direction Regulus' hand had pushed it towards, tears still streaming down his face.
"Draco," Regulus said, grabbing the other boy in a hug, "let me think for a sec, okay? Just for a moment."
Draco nodded into Regulus' neck.
Then Regulus came up with a plan.
"Draco! Remember the lesson we had a couple days ago? The ritual one... I forget what it was called, the protection thingy..."
Draco's eyes widened in realization. He wrenched himself away from the other boy, and dug his hands into his pocket, retrieving a small, leather pouch.
"The Protection Circle! We have to draw a protection circle!"
Soon Draco and Regulus were pouring out sand from the pouch, creating a circle, dotted with different symbols and runes. When they were finished, they sat, staring at each other, searching for strength in the other's eyes, praying to any deity that this worked.
Nothing happened.
"What," Regulus started, tears slipping down his eyes, "what went wrong? What did we forget?" Draco paled even further, and he started to tremble.
"A sacrifice," Draco said in a hushed tone, and Regulus looked up at him in surprise, "we need a willing blood sacrifice. It won't work unless one of us dies, so the other can live."
Regulus started to cry, and grabbed Draco in a fierce hug. "I'm so sorry, this is all my fault!"
"It's okay Reg, I forgive you," Draco answered in a strange tone.
"We'll," Regulus started, "we'll be okay! I know it! We'll both make it out of this! We made a promise to be together forever, so nothing bad will happen!"
Regulus was clutching Draco to his chest, burying his head in Draco's soft, blond hair.
Draco reached his hands up, slowly returning the hug as Regulus continued to whisper promises in his ear.
The dagger pierced Regulus in the back, and the dark-haired boy made a gurgling sound in shock and pain.
Draco had stabbed him in the back, and now the blood was starting to pool around there knees.
Draco quickly untangled himself from the other boy, glancing around the large room. The vampires, in all their haunting glory, had born witness to the betrayal. They sent deranged and knowing smirks to the young blond, and then, they descended upon Regulus in a feeding frenzy.
Regulus' screams echoed through the entire church. Draco still had the dark dagger in his hands, and was covered in dark, red blood.
For one moment, Regulus' eyes caught Draco's; they were shining with betrayal as the vampire nest clawed at him, tearing him apart.
Draco made a run for it.
Reg's screams followed him all the way home.
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When Draco awoke this time, he was in his bed, clean and rested for the first time in days. Severus was at his side, black eyes staring down at him. He had been waiting patiently for his godson to wake.
"Who," Draco began in a hoarse voice, "who was he? Please, I need to know."
Severus sighed, and said, "He was your cousin."
"Bellatrix's son?" Draco asked. Severus nodded.
Draco clutched at his sheets, staring strait ahead.
"I," his voice broke, "I did that? I killed my own cousin?"
"Draco," Severus began, "you must forget this. You were young, and scared. You did what you were taught. You are not to blame."
Draco didn't answer, and silence reigned until several house elves came in, holing plates of food for there young Master.
"You need to eat. You are underweight, and have probably stunted your growth, insufferable boy." Severus, Draco noted, had a funny way of showing concern.
Under his godfather's watchful gaze, he finished his first full meal in weeks.
"You will get ready," Severus said, once Draco was finished, "We are leaving for Diagon Alley to pick up supplies for school. It starts in a week, and you have yet to buy anything."
Severus left the room, and Draco slowly made his way to his en-suite bathroom.
Once he was stripped, and inside his large, open shower, his knees gave out. He huddled in the corner and began to cry. It was then that he felt a scream rise in his throat, and, unable to keep it down, he began to scream, and scream, and scream. The water eventually ran cold, and still he let loose scream after scream.
Severus chose to ignore them.
Well, I think that you'll have something to say about this! So PLEASE REVIEW! I really need it right now.... Im sorry Draco!!!!
*Runs to go hide from any angry mob*
Love, aetah.