Okay, I wrote this at like 1am. It's short, but I'm happy with it. I hope you like it!
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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.
Draco shook in fear as he slid to the ground, back to an empty compartment door. He began to hyperventilate, and quickly stuck his head between his legs, as he tried to catch his breath.
Oh god, no! This couldn't be happening! Regulus was dead! Draco had killed him! How?
How?
Draco tried to think, but nothing came to him. He trembled, and tears welled up on the sides of his eyes.
Regulus' touch had been so cold, like ice, or stone. And he was alive, and angry, and ohgodinheaven he was going to kill Draco.
Regulus aligned his mouth with Draco's ear, and whispered so only the blond could hear.
"I'm back, and it's time to pay what you owe."
What the hell did he mean? Was he going to murder Draco? Stab him in the back, just as the blond had done?
Draco tried to think properly. His mind was all over the place, and he needed to calm down. The frightened wizard took a couple deep breaths, and slowly he was soothed.
Draco brought his ands up to cradle his forehead, ignoring the calls his fellow Slytherins bellowed out in search of him. He wanted to remain hidden.
"You're going to be okay. You're going to be okay..." The mantra carried on, and Draco almost believed he was going to be okay.
Oh Draco, did you honestly think it would be that easy?
*
Severus Snape sent a scathing glare towards the new Professor. How he absolutely abhorred the man.
Black sent him a sneer in return, and Severus hated the man even more for looking somewhat like Draco.
The Potions Master had been less than thrilled when he heard the once-convict was getting off free, and even less thrilled when he heard that said convict had beaten him for the Defence against the Dark Arts job.
He turned his attention on the sorting hat, who was just announcing a new arrival to the Hufflepuffs.
Great, thought the sour man, another pathetic excuse of a wizard.
He glanced at his own table.
The Slytherins were quiet, and strangely hesitant. The usual obnoxious jokes and pranks were all both gone. Severus knew why. He felt it; they all felt it.
The Dark Lord had been growing in power, and now the entire world knew it. The Slytherins were cautious, and seemed even closer knit than usual. They, the Potions Master acknowledged, were watching their backs. That thought had him focussing on his favourite godson.
Draco was pale, and seemed even skinnier and ready to break than he had before. Severus wondered at that. The blond was seated between Crabbe and Goyle juniors, something he hadn't done since first year, when he had felt even more nervous and anxious around large crowds.
Severus' eyes narrowed, and he wondered what had caused the sudden, and drastic, change in behaviour. Even the knowledge of a forgotten murder had not gotten Draco this fearful.
Whatever had happened had affected Draco far too much, and Severus felt another murderous rage consume him.
*
"And with that," the old, and grey Headmaster announced, "we end the first years sorting."
A loud cheer broke out through three quarters of the school. The Slytherins were still quiet, but relieved at the fact that they could finally eat.
"But," Dumbledore carried on, "we have one more sorting to get through."
The students looked around in confusion.
"It is my honour to present to you a new Sixth year student, Regulus Black!"
The handsome boy made his way to the front, well aware of the sudden interests of the students. Their voices were a buzz of questions. Who was he? A Black, from the Noble House? The questions were met with only other questions, and a confusion swept through the school.
Regulus took his seat on the old, wooden stool, waiting for the ancient hat to be placed on his head. Minerva McgGonagall lowered the hat onto the boy's head.
The school waited on a baited breath.
*
You, lad, are no normal wizard.
A laugh.
No, I'm not.
Dark, you have so many dark thoughts. They will lead you to nothing but sorrow.
So you say, hat, but I seriously doubt the predictions of an old, worn out, hat.
If you say so. The question for me is, where to put you?
Whichever is best.
Ah, you're a smart one. Ravenclaw, perhaps?
A snort.
No? Well, not Hufflepuff. No, that's no place for you.
Obviously.
Hmm, well you just seem to be determined to be put into Slytherin, don't you.
So, you've already figured me out? Just be quick, and put me in my rightful house.
Ah, yet I see your true ambitions.
I doubt that as well.
So you choose, young Master. Before we part ways, I offer this knowledge to you:
Vengeance will harm all involved, and love will always win. Draco is not yours to claim.
*
"SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherins burst out in excitement. The new arrival was suave, and handsome. He was obviously well-bred, and brought up within a proper household.
The Slytherins cheered in excitement, and Draco felt himself losing what was left of his mask.
No, please Merlin, no.
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