Taking Lives, Deceiving Hearts
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Summary: Even he wasn't sure if this was right. Was he really capable of this deception? It was so ironic to him that he had taken so many lives, but he felt guilty. He wasn't taking someone's life, he thought. He was deceiving someone's heart.
Pairing: DMHG
Setting: AU after HBP. Post-Hogwarts.
Genre: Romance/General
Chapter 1: Prologue
Draco wasn't exactly sure how he got himself into this.
It could've been Crabbe. Could've been Goyle. Could've been Nott, for crying out loud. But after his father died and Lord Voldemort eventually rose into full power, Draco had more and more pressure on him. There have been rumors, that he was already on his way to becoming the Dark Lord's right hand man. But Draco had already trained himself not to believe anything he hears from people who share the same mark, because although they shared the same goal, there were never any true alliances between them.
But he was the only one who saw. He was the only one who knew. If it had not been for that single fact, would he have been given this job? Would he have been given this curse?
Standing in front of the large mirror, he shakily reached out for the goblet, gold and encrusted with different stones. It was the goblet he had been given when he left Hogwarts. Emeralds, Rubies, Sapphires and Canary diamonds, placed delicately, each representing the four houses. He felt like such a traitor now. But he still felt and knew that there was no turning back now.
In the goblet was a blood red potion, reminding him of the lives he had taken, the bodies he had so easily turned lifeless. There were always moments of regret. But his pride overtook these moments so quickly that he had no real time to think it through.
He lifted the goblet to his lips, which were so cold and pale. He stared into the mirror, wincing at his image. But his gray eyes flickered with determination. He stared into his reflection so intensely as he let the potion touch his lips and enter his body.
He felt it instantly. He clutched his stomach. The goblet fell to the tiled floor, as he himself fell on the floor. As the effect subsided, he stood up. He was strong, he knew. He didn't need a conscience, for he already had a cause. Could he really risk it all and let the Dark Lord down? Did he really feel special because this assignment was given to him?
He lurked in the darkness, feeling himself change. He looked for the moon, but it wasn't there. The only light he saw? The faint glow of the streetlamps. The light within him? It had been extinguished the day his arm was marked. The street was so unaware of what he was doing. Even he wasn't sure if this was right. Was he really capable of this deception? It was so ironic to him that he had taken so many lives, but he felt guilty. He wasn't taking someone's life, he thought. He was deceiving someone's heart.
And then it began to rain.
At first it was a light drizzle. And soon there was no telling between the raindrops and his tears.
He entered the house, which was as dark as the outside, save for the dim glow of the lamp. She had been waiting for him. Would she notice that he had changed? Did she love him that much? Did she know him that well?
And again he began to ask himself, how did he get himself into this?
Raindrops made their way from his hair to his neck, as he muttered a spell to dry himself, and entered the bedroom. He lay down beside her. She was so unaware of who he was now, and what he had become.
A/N: Could you guess what's going on? Haha. Haven't written for a long time, yeah? I hope you continue to read this, 'cause it's going to get interesting! If I don't get at least 5 reviews, I won't be writing the next chapter. You have to let me know that you're interested! Thanks!