EdmundsGirl1985- thank you, I will try to fix those. I sometimes type too fast and then miss things.

Nizuna Fujieda- Ron has always been an arse. Also, I think it's just his personality. And how I view his character. He has his weird moments.

xXMizz Alec VolturiXx- thank you, yeah Ron is mean. Don't worry, he'll get better once he runs away like a little coward and comes back and Hermione is all pissed off with him! :)

Keeluvsfangandslytherin- I thought so! Maximum Ride is awesome. I still need to read Angel. . . haha Ron. He's on his man period or something.

indigofrisbee- thanks! I think that giving each character their moment to shine will be very good. Plus I like knowing what other characters are thinking. It's just me, or not? I feel like experimenting!

wisegirl2772- I'm glad you like Jason. He is my favorite brother out of the three. He's just like this chill dude and his brothers are so uptight! That's why Ev loves him too!

I hope you all like this chapter! I got kinda stumped with it, but I pulled through!

CHAPTER THREE: Soulless

Draco groaned and rolled out of his bed. The light streaming in through his curtains was blinding, considering the type of weather that England had been getting for the past few months. He scratched his head and went into the bathroom, turning on the faucet to wash his face. He looked up in the mirror with a miserable expression.

It was the same dream, over and over again.

Evangeline lying on the ground, Greyback on top of her. His face buried in her neck, her screams filling the air as warm red blood traveled to the ground, in rivers. And like each time, he never made it, never saved her. He cursed Snape for dragging him away, for leaving her.

She was dead and there was nothing he could do to bring her back. Nothing.

Draco didn't stop the sob that wracked through his body. Thin, with neglect to his eating habits. His mother worried, his father pestered. But they would never understand what he felt.

It was his fault. His fault she died, all alone, on that hill. A hill that he would have to see that year. He shut his watery eyes and and took a deep breath, gripping the edges of the sink. He couldn't even look at himself. He led her to her death. If only he had stayed away from her, and not let his curiosity get the better of him.

But then she would be with Potter, against him. She wouldn't know him. And that thought itself was just as miserable. At least she had known him.

Draco went back into his room and to his dresser, halting when he looked at the pictures there. His parents, himself. . . her. She was smiling up at him, delight clearly written on her face as she twirled in the snow. He slammed the picture down, unable to watch her face smile up at him.

Bitter anger rose, and he swept his arm across the top. Sending the pictures to the floor with a crash, the glass shattering. The only thing left on the wooden surface was the brooch she had given him at Christmas. The coiled serpent baring its fangs at him, its emerald eyes glittering as if to threaten him. He couldn't bring himself to touch it. So he left it there.

He dressed quickly, before casting one last glance around his room and leaving. He didn't want his mother to come find him. Not again.

He went down the stairs slowly, each step bringing him closer to the parlor. There he could hear his parents speaking. More like sucking up to the Dark Lord. Upon entering he knew why.

Verity sat on Voldemort's knee, playing with a small snake. It slithered from one end of her small arms to the other, hissing. Verity let out a delighted squeal of joy. Voldemort himself was smiling at her, amusement dancing in his eyes. His parents sat across from them, watching the scene with fake happiness.

His mother was pale, her eyes betraying her weariness. Her hair was slightly more grayer than it had been a few months prior. His father was not much better. He had just gotten out of Azkaban in a massive breakout. He had a haunted look in his eyes, and always had a glass of liquor in his hand. A bottle of brandy was always near. To put it delicately, his father was a drunk. They both were not happy that the Dark Lord had set up camp in their home.

His aunt, Bellatrix, stood near Voldemort. Motherly affection in her eyes as she watched Verity. Her glance strayed to him every few seconds, that affection turning into something more. Devotion. Draco had the feeling that this was more to do with the fact that Verity was her daughter. It seemed that the two were somehow the same.

He blanched as he realized why.

It was why Rudolphus was never around. Why he never saw his uncle at all.

Verity wasn't his.

His mother chose this moment to notice him.

"Draco?" she asked, somewhat timidly. All eyes turned on him, even Voldemort's. The red pupils stared at him in a fashion that made Draco feel like he'd just stepped into a moment where he wasn't wanted. Voldemort raised a hand and Bellatrix rushed forward to collect Verity.

Once she was off his lap, Voldemort stood and faced Draco. This cut his parents off from his sight, fear built up in his gut. His mother made a terrified noise.
"Draco," Voldemort hissed. "Pleasssant to sssee you ssso early in the morning." Draco swallowed but nodded with respect.

"My lord," he said, bowing. He felt so helpless here, under his masters gaze. It reminded him of when he had arrived home that night. The night Dumbledore was killed, and Evangeline died.

Draco stumbled up the drive, tears running down his cheeks, as Snape dragged him along. He could hear Greyback laughing ahead of them. Draco could just see the crimson blood that belonged to Evangeline, dripping down his chin.

Greyback licked his fingers and howled into the air with glee. Draco growled.

When they reached the doors of the manor they swept in. Everyone congregated in the dining room, where Voldemort sat in a high backed chair. His red eyes sweeping over them all before they rested on him.

"Well?" he demanded in a dangerous voice. Snape stepped forward.

"The deed is done. Dumbledore is dead."

"Very good," sighed Voldemort happily. No emotion registered on his serpent-like face. Greyback stepped forward, covered in blood. Her blood.

"Snape did it, my lord," he said. "The boy was too weak."

Voldemort's eyes settled on Draco once more, a grim fury residing in their depths. Draco had no time to feel fear. Only anger.

Draco lunged at Greyback, his wand out.

"YOU KILLED HER!" he screamed. Sending a curse at Greyback. Greyback fell to the floor writhing in agony, screams ripping from his throat. After letting his anger out he stumbled into Snape. Who held him up, and took his wand. Greyback ceased screaming and lay on the floor panting. Voldemort's eyes danced.

"Draco, Draco," he crooned. "Who did he kill?"

"His little girlfriend," cackled Amycus Carrow. "Little fiery thing, I believe her name was, Evangeline. Yeah, Evangeline Fallon." Voldemort's eyes narrowed and Amycus cowered.
"Fallon?" he asked in a sly whisper. "Fallon perhaps related to the line, Fallonious?" No one spoke out of fear for the Dark Lord's wrath. Voldemort stood, gracefully rising into the air, glaring at each of them.

"Do you know that Salazar Slytherin, my ancestor, had another line that broke away?" he asked them all. No one moved a muscle. "They were the Fallonious line. Able to speak Parseltongue, and purebloods. They disappeared, centuries ago. I have been searching for this line, and it was right under your noses!" he said, his voice rising with each word. He glared at them all.

"She could ruin everything!" he yelled, eyes blazing. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at a death eater. He fell over with a dull thud when the green light hit his chest.

"Where is she?" he demanded. No one answered, because Draco had just tortured a werewolf for ten minutes, saying she was dead.

"She's dead," he repeated. "Greyback killed her."

Voldemort turned to him with a glare.

"You failed to do this, Draco. You failed me. Crucio!"

The next moment he was on the ground, screaming, as the pain kept coming. His mother had silent tears down her face.

Draco snapped his attention back to Voldemort. Very aware that his mind had just been invaded. Voldemort smiled at him, his face stretching oddly with his snake-like features.
"Would it please you to know, she had brothers?" he hissed.

"Brothers?" asked Draco dumbly. Of course he knew she had brothers. Three, to be exact. It didn't register in his mind that Voldemort had used the word, "had brothers".

"They live in American Maine. Well," he went on humorously. "Did."

"Did," repeated Draco weakly.

"Surprisingly," Voldemort went on. "They found no grave for your dear little Evangeline. In fact, my Death Eaters told me that her room looked as if she had just been there."

"Really?"

"Even her family was not caught, they were able to flee. Someone's helping them Draco. Do you know who?"

"No, my lord," he said meekly. The small hope in him was squashed by logic, when Voldemort said that there was no grave. Her wounds would make survival impossible. Voldemort gave in another glance over and then turned back to his parents.

"Watch your son, Lucius," he hissed. "Your family already is in enough trouble as it is. I think that I would have too much fun, punishing your son if he was a traitor." Without another word, Voldemort swept from the room and a loud POP! could be heard as he apparated out of the manor.

His father turned a glare on him. His mother sat pale.

"Well?" he asked expectantly. Draco threw his father an angry glare.

"We're trapped here! You think I can somehow manage to send out warnings to people, who I have no wish to speak to?"

"They were her family," his mother said softly.

"They sent her here to die," Draco snapped and left the room. He went up to his room, and slammed the door. He glanced at the fallen pictures on the floor, the small shards of glass sticking out of the frames. Tears rose up in his eyes.

He couldn't leave.

He was trapped.

The one girl, he truly ever loved was dead. And her murderer was still alive. Draco stared soullessly out his window, wishing he'd never gotten involved with the Dark Lord.

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