Wings of an Angel

Draco woke up in a sheen of sweat with the covers twisted around him. Sitting up he gasped for air as he tried to remember what made him so nervous.

A scream was heard as footsteps echoed throughout the mansion. Draco ran desperately for his mother, while clearing a path with his wand. There were bodies everywhere, dead, half-alive. The room drenched the smell of blood and rotting flesh.

As Draco closed in on the door, another scream was heard and his heart clenched when he saw flashes of green light. He slowly turned the handle and found inside the room a dead Peter Pettigrew. He breathed again after, but what he saw next made his heart drop.

Beside Peter was a chained up Narcrissa with her wrists and ankles bound, and Lucius standint there with his wand pointed at her laughed as he mutter Crucio over and over again.

Draco saw red as he dived towards his father. But Lucius chose this time to turn around and temporarily stunning him. He watched helplessly as he picked the ring off Narcrissa's fingers.

"Draco draco, when will you learn that turn your mother is weak and there is no need to protect her?" he taunted as he circled Draco slowly. "Do you see her? This is what she gets after she contacted Dumbledore for you protection, are you are going to join her soon because you tried toget in the way of my plan"

With this, he apparated away leaving him stunned. It wasnt until members of the Order arrived that he was freed and offered all he could to the order if it was for his mother's life."

Draco shook his mind free of all these event and tried to go back to sleep. But it would not come. He calmed himself and thought reasonably to himself, 'Lucius is dead, you killed him yourself, and he will not come and harm mother in any way'.

Draco was not a stupid person, no he was far from that. He learned a long time ago that his father was following a half-blood lunatic who wanted to rid of the world of mudbloods. Dont get him wrong, he still held his prejudice, but he knew that without muggle borns, there will be no such thing as purity of blood.

'But' he thought with a smirk, 'Mudbloods can be used for pleasurable reasons as well' . His mind wondered back to the days when his fater brought prostitutes home for personal reasons and let them live until their purpose was served. If he or she was lucky, they would of lived up to a week. But nothing more.

And damned if he wasn't going to get some Mudblood flesh this year. It was his last year, might as well enjoy it. And he had his targets marked.

The Gryfindor Princess

Hermione Granger

But there was one detail in his dream that he forgot to think about, which was the ring that Lucius took from Narcrissa, why was it so important to him that he had to almost kill his own son for?