Previously
"No, my lord," she said, tilting her head to the side, "but there is a first time for everything, isn't there?" she asked. I had to help myself from letting my mouth open agape, it couldn't be, I was imagining it, I had to be, I quickly pinched myself to make sure it wasn't one of my usual every day dreams, but to no avail, it wasn't. I stared at Voldemort, and then at her again, I couldn't believe it, it was her, Victoria Potter.
Now
"Avada Kedavra," she snapped at the hanging body her eyes bloodshot the life draining out of what now used to be the Muggle Studies teacher, I gulped looking at her. I couldn't believe she had just done that, she had just killed someone, killed, drain the life out of a being, used an unforgivable curse and the worst part of it all she didn't seem bothered by it.
Her hair was neatly seated in her shoulders, but her face wasn't the same, it was more tense, her eyes weren't the bright green but dark, almost black but she held an unfamiliar sinister smile.
Voldemort turned to look at her, along with the rest of the Death Eaters sitting around the large table, his lips curled a bit, but it was anything but a smile,
"Give me your arm, child," he sneered, Victoria nodded slowly extending her bare right arm, Voldemort grasped her wrist, my hands immediately turning into fists my eyebrows furrowing in anger, get your filthy hands of her. Yeah, if only I dared to speak like to Voldemort like that, coward, coward, I am a coward.
He snatched his wand out of his black robe, his long worn out hand, his long fingernails grasping it, everyone stared, no one dared to even mute a sound.
For a second, a millisecond I could see the green brightness of Victoria's return to her, but they quickly returned to dark brown.
The Dark Lords wand traced down her arm my own arms tensing up every inch the wand went down it, I saw her wince in pain, though trying to not show it and I remembered the time I had gotten my Dark Mark.
Flashback
"Draco," my father snarled at me, his eyes tense, my mother standing next to him, quiet looking at the dusty old rug under her feet.
"No," I retorted at once, my father's eyes snapped up to look at me, the same grey eyes he had looking at mine, his face was serious, there were creases in his forehead and he was sweating by the side of his ears, in other words he was nervous,
"Draco," he repeated with the same voice of before, but this time it shook a bit, I turned to look at my mother who still looked at the floor like it was the most interesting thing she had ever seen, not like her look held that, her arms were sitting in front of her as if she was in a choir singing, her hair was messy which was so unlike her, she wasn't wearing even the slightest bit of make-up except for the mascara that was slowly running down her face, along with her tears. I gulped, I hated to see her like this, I hated all of it, I hated him, I shot a look up at my father and punched him right in the face, straight in the nose.
My mother ran next to his side as the blood poured down his face, I ran outside to the only place of the house that didn't completely disgust me.
I fell on the ground with a thump swiftly rubbing of the miniscule tears forming around my eyes, right out idiot if he thinks I'm becoming a Death Eater like him, I thought to myself, as I heard steps approach, I opened my eyes to see my mother looking at me, now her eyes clean fresh not a tear to be seen only a bit of blood on her arms from helping my father, she leaned down so her face was close to mine and I briskly looked away avoiding her gaze.
"Draco," she said softly, reminding me of the time when I was young and she would always speak to me in that kind motherly tone, "look at me," she continued,
"No," I returned stubbornly, still looking at a tree nearby trying my best not to look at her,
"Draco Lucius Malfoy," she said, a lot more seriously this time, the sweetness swept of her tone, I cringed by the hearing of my full name just hearing his name, Lucius, made me want to punch a whole through the wall, "look at me,"
I turned to look at her, her brown eyes huge and staring right at me, "you've got to do it," she said simply obviously we both knew what she was referring to,
"No," I said turning to look at me, my mother sharply grabbed my face and turned it so I was staring at her, this is why I'm a bit scared of the woman, "listen to me, you've got no choice, you-"
"I'll run away," I interrupted, stupid mistake of mine, she looked at me sharply continuing to talk,
"You would never leave us," she hesitated, "you would never leave me," she corrected herself, I gulped, shit,
"He's coming in twenty minutes," she responded, got up, and started walking away, I slanted my eyes,
"He's coming today! You want me to get it today!" I exclaimed, she nodded gravely even though I couldn't see her face, she hadn't even bothered to turn around.
The pain was indescribable, what is that they all say, like a knife through the body or something of the sort, yeah, well this was worst, much worst. When he first places the wand on your arm, you're all like, oh hey it's not that bad. Wrong. After like a millisecond you start to burn, like quite literary, you can see a little fire springing from the hairs of your arm, cool? I think not, you can probably tell I'm trying to make myself sound funny so I don't have to disgust you with the details but if you insist.
You feel the blood rush to your head, your senses go a bit crazy, your sight a bit blurry, your hearing a bit messed up, and your touch, you don't feel it. Not to mention the lovely pain that comes along with it, genius, absolutely spiffing.
Yeah, so when he is done passing his wand down your arm you feel liberated, for about three seconds, then suddenly your eyesight becomes so sharp all of the sudden that you loose a bit of balance and feel like vomiting, but maybe that's just me.
"You better not be a coward like your father," he sneered at me standing up and disappearing with a poof, leaving some black dust behind, I shook a bit by the sight of my new Dark Mark, pulling my sleeve up so I wouldn't have to look at it anymore.
End Flashback
"Draco," I heard my mothers voice call next to me, I turned to look at her while scanning the rest of the room, everyone was gone, still shaken a bit, I nodded, "The Walker family will be staying with us, until your school starts again," my eyes opened agape and my mouth open as well,
"Why?" I replied angrily, she coughed dramatically and I turned to see the Walker family, I gulped, there stood a tall man with blond hair and brown eyes the woman next to her a whole lot shorter with brown hair and dark blue eyes, next to her was Victoria, she was looking at her nails, they were painted black, since when does she paint her nails, and Black? Funny how I worried about her nails more than the fact that she had just killed a persona few minutes ago, holy shit she killed a person, Victoria Potter killed a person, wait, what?
"Thank you for letting us stay," the woman said without a single trace of 'thanks' in her voice,
"Who are you?" I heard Victoria in a voice that was so different to her own, pointing straight at me,
"Er," I replied sheepishly, my mind rushing,
"Oh!" Narcissa exclaimed suddenly, "he's my son, our son," she said suddenly when Lucius popped up next to her, joy to see you here father, "Draco," she said smiling looking down at me, well it wasn't really a smile it was a bit of an improvement from her constant frown though.
My mother then proceeded to show them their rooms and guess what, what? Victorias room is next to mine,
"Jane, your room is right next to Dracos," she signaled to my door and then to hers,
"Mhmm," she said still staring at her nails, and going into her room, my mother and I stood there awkwardly until I decided to open my mouth,
"Night, mum," and I opened my door, not stopping until I reached my bed dropping head on it,
"Mphghag," I said to it, obviously not working, I lifted my head a bit,
"Fuck!" I screamed annoyed at the own stupidity of my horrendous life, "Fuck!" I said once again, feeling a bit better, I suddenly stood up and started jumping on my bed, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! FUCK!" I sang, well, not really my singing is quite a disaster, really, there was suddenly a loud knock on my door, well, fuck. I fell on my bed and started whistling, "Come in," I said innocently, and I was surprised to see Victoria come in, her eyes were a bit red and her hands in fists,
"I understand you are a hormonal teenager but could you please quiet down a bit I'm trying to sleep, so could you like, shut the bloody hell up?" she screeched, oh, I stared at her awkwardly,
"Sorry, Vic," I said shrugging,
"Vic?" she wondered to herself, "who the hell is Vic?" she said slanting her eyes at me suspiciously, oops, "how the hell did you become a Death Eater anyway?" but before I could respond she shut the door loudly muttering a few words like 'idiot' and 'git' on her way out, what had happened to her...
Kind of stupid of me to just think of that right now, but someone had done something to her, and I was going to find out.
Yay! Another chapter done, this one kind of sucks it's a bit of a filler, I just want to take it slow and this one had to happen. But well hasn't Victoria changed. Oh, and there is a reason it's in Draco's POV.
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