A/N- New Chapter (obviously). This one is quite short, but it gives some insight to Draco's character. I know it is quite short but I will update another (longer, Dramione interaction-filled) chapter by Saturday.
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Disclaimer- If I owned Harry Potter (which I do NOT), then Quirrel and Voldemort would've had some interesting conversations about the meaning of life while good ol' Voldie was chilling on the back of Quirrel's head.
Chapter Five
"Save us, Draco… Save us…"
Draco spun around, searching for the source of the voice. It was coming from his left… no his right… damn, why was there so much mist? He could hardly see two feet in front of him!
"Draco darling, save us…" That was his mother's voice.
"Mother… Mother!" Draco shouted, struggling through the fog. There was a rather loud cackle that sounded like his Aunt Bellatrix, followed by a feminine scream.
"Mum! Mummy!" Draco didn't care what he was saying; he had to find his mother and save her. She was in danger.
"Draco," Whipping to his left, the blonde saw his friends from Hogwarts; Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Daphne staring at him. Tear tracks glinted against their cheeks, an odd sight indeed.
"We needed you Draco," Pansy's voice was softer than he'd ever heard it, "We needed you,"
"But you were a coward!" Blaise shouted, his hands clenched into fists, "You ran away because you were a cheating, lying coward,"
"Draco," He turned at the sound of his name, his friends dissipating into the mist. Standing in front of him was his father, a furious look on his face. In his hand rested the familiar silver-tipped cane.
"Come here,"
Almost as if he had no will of his own, Draco stepped forward, only to be struck in the face with the metal head of the cane. He hissed and put a hand to his throbbing cheek.
"Father, please—"
"Kiss my feet,"
"No, father, I am not your servant, I am not—,"
Grabbing his head and pushing it down, Lucius replied harshly, "Kiss my feet boy!"
Draco did, studying the dragonhide shoes.
"You disgust me," Came a much higher and womanly voice. Draco looked up and reeled back when he found a sneering Hermione Granger giving him a cold look. Draco rolled across the floor, horrified. Hermione bent down, muttering cruel things to him.
"You took my innocence and gave me a child. I can never forgive you, you cowardly Death Eater scum. I hope you burn in hell because you deserve to rot, you deserve to rot…"
There was the faint scream of a child, and Draco looked up. Standing in front of him was Orion, his face bloodied and his body broken. Bones protruded from his pale skin at odd angles. The corners of his mouth had been cut down in a permanent grimace. The sight of the child looking so disfigured, so vulnerable, made dream-Draco close his eyes in fear.
When he opened them, the pasty-white face of Voldemort was right in front of his, his red eyes glinting with an animalistic lust. A lust for blood, for violence, for the death of all things good.
"Boo," His voice whispered, eerily low. His non-existent lips twitched into a smile that could rival the devil's.
"No!" The wizard startled awake, trying to soothe his frantic heart. His eyes flickered around the dusky room, checking to be sure that no demons were hiding in the shadows. Wiping the sweat from his brow he laid back against his pillow, shaking with fear.
Those damn nightmares were going to be the death of him.