The Darkest of days the Coldest of Nights

Chapter one

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Draco Malfoy was on a mission. Armed with only his intelligence and sense of direction, the young heir navigated his way through the manor’s library. Draco’s eager strides faltered upon reaching a vast section of ancient text and family legend that lined the wooden shelves was when. For as long as the fair skin boy was capable of speech he’d been taught early on about tracing the Malfoy’s family history back to even the early BC’s, within the confinement of these walls of course; However, he only hoped his training and the information that he found could help his dilemma.

“This can not be true” he insisted.

//The hunger inside given to me, makes me what I am
Always it is calling me, for the blood of man
they say I cannot be this; I am jaded, hiding from the day.
I can't bare, I cannot tame the hunger in me//

But then, as he ran a manicure nail down the spine of leather bound book tilted: ‘Purebloods Lineage and the Curses that follows’. That was when his facial features took on and anxious appearance. The bleach blond slowly wedge the leather bound book from its shelf. Mercury orbs slowly scanned the cover. There resting beneath the title, in flashy gold, was a symbol of a cloaked figure; it looked like it was staring back at Draco with cold black depths, eerily. Underneath that was the word -Dementor-.

//Oh, I say I did and always searching, you can't fuck with me.
So instead you'll taste my pain.
The hunger inside given to me makes me feel alive.
Always out stalking prey, in the dark I hide.
Feeling, falling, hating, feel like I am fading, hating life. //



“Am I to become one of those creatures? Can my families curse be fact?”

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Month’s had crept by on sixteen year-old Draco, and he had to struggled viciously with hiding his illness or what the book had called it the beginning stages of his symptoms: throbbing pain all over, sweating profusely, constant head aches and even occasional black outs.

//They say I cannot be this; I am jaded, hiding from the day.
I can't bare, I cannot tame the hunger in me...
Oh, I say I did and always searching, you can't fuck with fate.
So instead you'll taste my pain. //


The blond woke with a jolt for the third time that cool summer night from his four-poster bedding, in a cold sweat; his blond bangs clinging to his forehead stubbornly. Draco squeezed his lower abdomen because it felt as if it was being torn from the inside out, yet Draco could not run to his parents for aid this time. He was in constant fear of being cast out on the streets of muggle London.

//You say your life I'm taking, always bothering me, I can't take this anymore, I'm failing, always smothering me

You look down on me, hey what you see, take this gift from me, you will soon be me.

Nothing seems exciting; always the same hiding //

Being raised as the pureblooded aristocrat that he quickly grown so accustom to and even prided himself on was worth nothing now. The Malfoy heir pureblooded lineage was tainted with something dark coursed through his veins now. He was infected with a curse, and the hard part was his parents must not have known of or not paid much attention toward. Malfoy could only hope there was a cure, ‘how could this even be possible? Why didn’t father inform me about this?’ At that moment Draco released his midriff pulling his satin sheets up to his chin. The Slytherin prince concluded just how alone he was on this, who could he trust enough to seek guidance from? Who would understand?

//It’s haunting me… It's haunting me... It's haunting me… It's haunting me…

It's haunting me...//

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//A young hero to the wizardering world limped down the halls of Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry that held such fond memories for him, until tonight, he lost the one person that made him feel alive; now that person was gone… Most of the students looked on in horror at the mist of blood that stained his shredded robes; the teens parted for their golden boy to hobble pass…

Two dishearten friends stood outside the doors of the boy’s dormitory giving Harry James Potter time, only time could heal; the raven-haired boy laid there on his bed his usually bright jade green eyes lifeless, from a darken spirit, the voices of the events replaying in his mind. The shouting the tears before the stillness of death Harry cradling the one he loved to his chest as he whispered comforting words. He could feel it, so much blood, and the liquid warmly seeping through his fingers onto the cold damp stone below. Harry curled into a ball on his mattress his knees drawn up to his forehead. The ache in his chest swelling as the events played over and over again and again he wanted it all too just end.

“You can’t be dead…because...because we made a promise remember so wake up you git, and stop pretending!”//

Harry jerked upright from his bed gasping for air he place his hands over his torso to chest for blood, after he found himself stainless immediately upon realizing this he quickly calmed. So it had all been a dream?

“Harry, Ron get up we’re going to be late,” screeched Hermione from the threshold of Ron’s bedroom. The raven-haired boy stared at his childhood friend confusedly for a brief moment and then he nodded a gesture for her leave the room and gave him time to dress. Harry reached for a pillow behind him. He glanced at the blur across from him tossing it and hoping it was Ron’s he hit and not the side of the bed. “Ron you heard Hermione, wake up.” The blur grunted in reply followed by squeaking of springs.
Harry just smiled all traces of his creepy dream evaporated from his mind; he just brushed it off as not more than a bad dream and not a crazed Tim Riddle trying to send him a seasons greeting.

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley rolled their luggage down the smooth platform of 9 ¾. Steam from the Hogwarts express seeped out from beneath the train and snaking its way through the crowd of eager teens. Molly and Arthur Weasley waved to the bunch as the foursome boarded the express. Once they had boarded was when the frizzy haired Granger voiced her displeasure. “What do you two have to say for yourselves?”

At this Ron and Harry both exchanged looks, Hermione had one hand placed on her hip and she glared both boys down. Ron was the first to recover and add his own two cents into the mix, “Come off it ‘Mione you did not have to wait for me and Harry to wake up did ya-”

“Ron,” Harry warned, last thing he wanted was for his two best friends to have a ‘couples’ quarrel even though technically they still were not a couple yet, but they argued like one all through summer. It was starting to get tiring. The foursome hustled to the nearest compartment once the express begun to jerked to life.

The clique was a bit surprise to find pug face Neville Longbottom sitting alone with his frog Trevor nestled between both palms seated comfortably on his lap.

“Hey Nev’,” Harry was the first to greet his fellow Gryffindor. The boy startled a bit then quirked a weak smirk their way. “Hey.” He whispered timidly.

Glimmering bleach blond locks hung freely over fair-skin and clad in traitor robes only he could pull off; Draco sat legs crossed at the ankle quietly watching the scenery swoop by, out of the compartment window. Draco’s clique of Slytherins was also there Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

“Drake darling, you’ve been quiet this fine evening is everything all right?” Pansy had been focus on the boy she adored for several minutes now and he hadn’t even budged from his spot, she waited for his reply patently; however her attempt at grilling him fell on death ears, the Slytherin prince was a million miles away, which was unusual for the usually loud obnoxious blond.

Pansy cocked a left brow, “Drake,” this time Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle where observing him closely as well, it was unusual indeed.
Once Draco came to he noticed that eight pairs of eyes were fixed on him was when he came back into character.

“What do you lot find so entertaining?” He sneered, for the last thing he needed was to be interrogated with hundreds of questions.

Blaise raised a well plucked brow and smirked mischief glimmering in those hazel eyes of his, “just wondering what’s going through that head of yours?” Draco rolled his eyes heavenwards.

“It’s nothing that concerns you Zabini,” He warned and just like that went back to staring out the compartment window, thus ignoring the four of them.

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The Great Hall was overflowing with nervous and scrawny looking first years they waited in a sloppy formation to be sorted by the sorting hat. And Harry could remembered vaguely how it felt standing in front of all those strangers his first year.
The raven-haired Gryffindor stared longingly at his vacant plate Merlin he was famished; though he and Ron had no time to stuff themselves full of Molly’s delicious meal before arriving at Hogwarts because they had overslept. Harry sigh well he guessed it served them right for staying up all night flying their brooms around the burrow starry sky. And coming to Hogwarts on the train they had missed the trolley all thanks to Ron and Hermione’s bickering…

Harry chanced a glanced at his best mate who looked just as pathetic as him. Hermione, who sat on the other side of Ron, looked satisfied at their suffering.

Finally, the sorting was completed and the headmaster Albus Dumbledore stood to deliver his welcome speech… Harry tried to hold back a groan his stomach was aching for being mistreated; slowly he laid his head on the table embracing his stomach to try to recede at the pain. In his mind the speech went more like this, “blah blah blah welcome blah blah Hogwarts blah lets eat!” There was applauds from all tables Harry thought it was more for the meal then the speech itself.

Harry quickly sat up as dishes stacked high with food that appeared on their table. ‘Score,’ for tonight they were having meat and two veg covered with gravy, bangers and mash, bread and butter pumpkin juice and for desert lemon curd tarts. Harry was practically salivating.

Meanwhile, over at the Slytherin table a certain someone was missing most did not seem to notice, but one particular person did. Pansy had lost track of Draco after the express it was like he’d vanished, which would not have been such a big deal since this was a magic school; however, there were only two ways he could just disappear into thin air A.) He could have Apparated which was illegal since he was still and underage wizard and B.) He could have used a port key, which was just as far fetch as the first... She was starting to worry.

Pansy leaned over to ask Blaise if he seen Draco, but then realized he was gone as well. ‘What in Merlin’s name…’
Pansy glance around the Slytherin table to see if Blaise was sitting anyplace else; he was no where in sight. Several minutes went by and Blaise was just stepping into the Great Hall looking tired more then anything. He shuffled over to Pansy with as much grace as one could manage when in a rush. Once he reached the pug faced girl and shoved a fifth year to the side to sit was when he turned to look at Pansy.

“What happen to you?” She pried eager for an answer.

Blaise puffed out a breath, “I was following Draco it seemed a bit strange that he had taken a detour from the Great Hall…” He pause his eyes glazed over. He looked almost trapped in a distant memory.

“What else happen?” She prompted irked that he was stringing her along.

“That’s the part that confuses me. I don’t remember.”

Her eyes widen slightly, “do you mean somebody –obliviated- you!” She screeched acquiring a few Slytherin’s sitting close by attention.

“Possibly,” Blaise agreed, but somehow he wasn’t completely sure if he was, and as an after thought Blaise commented, “Maybe, we should leave Draco be if he wants help he’ll come to us, obviously he does not want neither of us poking our noses where they don’t belong.”

Pansy’s façade was up and she nodded only to humor the boy… ‘Well you can do as -you- wish Blaise, but Pansy Parkinson is not giving up so easily.’

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The golden trio plus a Weaslette sat in the comfy chairs of the Gryffindor common room seated around the glowing ambers a stone fireplace, Ginny and Hermione just started reading the ‘Witch weekly;’ While Ron munched on some all flavored beans. Harry rose from leaning on the armrest of his chair, therefore receiving Ron’s attention.

“Anyting ong ate?” Ron tried to say over a mouth full on all flavored beams.

Harry smirked and nodded. “Yup, I’m just going to take my nightly stroll need to clear my head.”

Hermione abruptly stop from her reading to set Harry with a flat look. The raven-haired Gryffindor tried hard not to flinch. “Don’t worry ‘Mione I won’t go too far.”

“We just got here and now you want to go exploring, honestly Harry.”

“Hey I was planning on going alone so no worries.”

The atmosphere seemed to drop a few degrees in the common room between the both of them. They stared each other down Hermione the first to blink and cocked her head to the side.

“Sometimes I don’t understand you… go if you must,” she sighed. Hermione wondered why she even bothered trying to talk Harry out of things he hardly listened.

Harry smiled and he drooped down to hug her around the shoulders. “Thank you ‘Mione, I’ll see you lot later.”

Harry rushed up the left side of the steps to go fetch his invisibility cloak and the Marauder’s map from his trunk.

Harry hesitantly crept down the vacant halls of Hogwarts the were walls cluttered with portraits that fuss at him about his wand that lighted his path; he wrapped the invisibility cloak around his shoulders his body vanishing, but his head the only thing showing. Harry contemplated on his dream he had the other night and why Voldemort had yet to strike at any person, place or thing it was pretty innerving because it reminded him of the calm before the storm. Harry’s thoughts were cut short at the sound of the clicking of hills and he quickly released the laminating spell from his wand and wrapped the cloak completely over his head.

“It’s not like him Severus to just wander off…” that was professor McGonagall’s voice.

"He is a Perfect Minerva,” that one had to be Snape’s

“I know that! But not even a Perfect would just disappear without a trace half the school is searching for this boy; you’d think he’ll come to you first Severus before doing something so foolish.”

“Indeed, I’m sure mister Malfoy has his reasons, however to leave without notifying and adult is highly unlike him.”


Both professor fly past the boy not noting the extra set of ears eavesdropping; the two turned a corner leaving Harry in complete darkness.
The news having him quite curious, ‘What the bloody hell is going on?’
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