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Chapter 26
A/N: Again sorry for the wait and all. Mainly I would like to dedicate this chapter and the rest of my story to Joana(BlackSilkenKitty) who helped me out a lot and not just with this story. And if her sisters read this, I’m sorry.
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Chapter 26
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************ Unknown POV**************
Slytherin Dormitory
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I watched him.
That smug bastard, think that he was so good at everything, so fucking perfect. Just because he had his daddy who would give him anything that he wanted. Just because his father used to be Voldemorts right hand man. Well Voldemort’s dead, there is nothing special about Lucius Malfoy now, or any of the Malfoys.
But especially Draco.
How dare he. How dare he!
He had no right taking my position. He’s not even better than me; I can play Quidditch just as well as him. But there he sits, surrounded by everyone congratulating him, women hanging off his arm and he doesn’t even care. Acts like we’re all below him, like it’s expected that we worship the ground he walks on.
Bloody Bastard.
Well tonight he learns. Tonight I’m going to show him that he’s just as mortal as everyone else. And then with him gone everything will go back to normal, everything will be perfect once more. I will be the one celebrated and honored, and he will be a smudge in life that’s been wiped away and forgotten.
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************ Draco’s POV**************
Slytherin Dormitory
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The party after the game was intense; if things continued as they were so far this season then the cup was assuredly ours, and everyone knew it. Winning the cup would be another way to shove in the other houses’ faces how superior Slytherin was. But as I drank Butterbeer with my teammates and laughed over plays during the game, I missed Harry. Despite being mad and swearing I would hate him forever, I was worried. The first week I was furious and took pleasure in every hardship I watched him go through, but lately I could barely hang onto my anger. He had been looking progressively worse until one day he was back to his perfect image, but that only made me more nervous since I know how good at glamours he is.
I sat disinterested in the party, only giving vague grunts to Pansy to feign interest in her blabbering.
I debated about leaving, wanted to go and find Harry instead of listening to the idiots that surrounded me.
Another five minutes and I could stand it no longer. I needed to talk to Severus and figure some things out.
After a minute I managed to get Pansy off of me, who was clinging like a leech, but I barely made it a step before someone stopped me.
“Great game Draco.” I heard someone say as something was shoved into my hands. “Cheers.” They said but I paid them no mind, instinctively bringing up the drink and chugging it down.
“Yeah sure.” I mumbled setting the glass down on a table and walking away again.
I got only four feet when I felt a twist in my stomach as sweat broke out across my skin. My throat seized up and I grabbed for it desperately worried I would suffocate but those worries vanished when the pin pricks I had been feeling along my flesh flourished into stabs of pain
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*************Harry’s POV*************
Slytherin Dormitory
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I was moving past Blaise before the words had completely reached my brain and ran into the common room seeing the room full of Slytherins from the after game celebration, except they were all gathered around something in the middle of the room, and I could hear Pansy’s hysterical cries.
I was beside him so quickly it must have been magic, but I couldn’t think of that as the sight of Draco took all my thoughts and my breath. He was lying on the ground, eyes rolled back, gasping for breath as his body was going into convulsions.
Fear shot through my body making me freeze before I gained hold of it and reached out with my hands and magic to find what was wrong, but I didn’t even have to touch him to know. There was something inside him; to my magic it looked like red and black sparks consuming his body swiftly, and I knew he had been poisoned.
I clenched my jaw to fight back the anger, knowing it would have to wait until later, and sent my magic rushing into his body. I didn’t really know what to do; I had never healed more than a minor injury on another, and had never seen anything close to this.
The sparks receded as my magic washed over them, but only a fraction before surging back to life. I could see the main source spreading out from his stomach, spreading into his bloodstream and heading towards his heart and brain. My hands moved swiftly, one to his chest, one to his forehead as I sent constant pulses trying to stave it off until I could think of something, but the poison continued to multiply and I wasn’t sure how long I could hold this.
My hand pressed harder to his skin and one vaguely registered a stabbing pain. The pain cleared my mind of panicked thoughts for a split second, long enough for it to register what was beneath my hand; the snake vial. I moved as fast as I could once more, sending off as powerful a burst as I could through his body without harming it and then reaching desperately at the trinket around his neck.
My own magic tore the top off while I grabbed the back of his head, tilting it back so it could receive the lifesaving nectar. I watched with my magic sight as the liquid flowed down his throat and spread like a cool wave, putting out all the embers of black and red fire, and gave silent thanks to the greatest potion master.
A hand on my shoulder sent me into attack mode before I realized that it was Snape beside me. He saw the delicate snake vile in my hands and paled a little before regaining his mask and nodding his thanks. “You did well; I’m taking him up to the hospital wing just in case.”
I gave my own nod of agreement and thought for a moment about following too, but now that the immediate threat to his life had left, my mind was focused solely on finding who did this and making them suffer greatly.
***
I scanned the room, observing everyone’s expression as Draco was floated out of the common room, and my eyes narrowed at a particular person in the back. My empathy gift had instinctively guided me to him and now I was focused I could feel his anger, hate, disappointment, and frustration.
I slid closer behind the boy. I easily recognized him as he had been on the Quidditch team last year. His name was Adrian Pucey, pureblood of course, and was two years ahead of Draco and I. He used to be one of the chasers… now it didn’t matter, because the moment he touched Draco he was dead.
I hid in the shadows while the rest of the common room half panicked and half gossiped about their prince. As expected within half an hour Pucey discreetly left the room, completely oblivious to his new shadow.
I continued to follow him but when I realized that we were almost to the hospital wing my eyes burned with hate.
He was going to try to finish it.
I quickly caught up to him, moving silent and undetected as is necessary over the summer and then reached out, grabbing his neck, and with all my might slammed his head into the wall before he realized what was happening.
I watched satisfied as his body crumpled to the ground, and just observed him for a moment, still undecided as to what I was going to do with him.
Glancing around quickly and reaching with my empathy to make sure no one was around before I cast an invisibility charm on him and then grabbed his hair and carelessly dragged him down the hall.
It was a true test of my patience to take him all the way down to the dungeons, but there was some enjoyment in dragging him down the stairs and listening to his painful moans. When I reached my favorite room I began placing various privacy charms up, including ones to prevent the detection of dark magic, before turning back to the unconscious body.
I crouched over him, observing his ugly mug and then forcefully returned him to consciousness.
He let out another moan before glancing around, eyes unable to focus on anything but I couldn’t have cared less if he was hurt.
“You have one chance to tell me exactly what you did to Draco.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said snidely, but instead I just smirked.
Without giving him another second of opportunity I slammed into his mind and literally ripped through his memories.
I could hear him screaming and enjoyed the noise and I continued to gather everything. From the moment his jealously evolved into plans of revenge and eventually to murder, until just now. I analyzed them, observing every detail, and disgusted with the amount of time he spent trying to find a potion that wouldn’t only kill Draco, but make him suffer greatly too.
Not very Slytherin, far too bold and brash executing his plans so openly.
One particular thought caught at me and I listened to it carefully.
“I will be the one celebrated and honored, and he will be a smudge in life that’s been wiped away and forgotten.”
“Forgotten is it?” I hissed into his ear, but he just whimpered away. I had made more than sure that his mind would remain intact so that he would be able to enjoy every moment of the rest of his life.
“You’re wrong. You are nothing. I will make sure that you are the one forgotten. Not even your parents will be aware that you ever existed. And you will be mine, for as long as it pleases me. To do with what pleases me, because YOU are nothing. And no one will know, and no one will care, and no one will come to save you.” I hissed before easily transfiguring one of my needles into a blade and driving it into his thigh.
I could no longer control the urge to cause him physical pain, but it didn’t matter, I would have time to make sure he truly suffered; lots and lots of time.
I stepped back for a moment before lifting my finger, pointing at him, and hissed my first unforgivable with all the loathing I felt for him behind it.
“Crucio.”
I could only keep it on him for 10 second, the intensity of my hatred amplifying the curse and I couldn’t risk allowing him to loose his mind; that would spoil all the fun.
I spent the next 20 minutes testing all of the darks curse that I had been dying to try while enjoying the challenge of keeping him alive and sane.
When he passed out again despite me best efforts I decided to leave him hanging(literally) and take care of the next step in this business.
Sneaking out of Hogwarts was again pitifully easy, especially after it was clear that someone had just poisoned a student. But then again no looking horses in the mouth, or however the saying goes.
I followed the directions that I had taken from Pucey’s mind and apparated directly into his home, tearing through the wards and alerting the residents. Moments later both the lady and man of the house appeared around the corner with their wands ready, clearly confused as to while the boy-who-lived was in their entrance hall. A whispered word sent Mrs. Pucey unconscious to the floor and started a duel with her husband.
I let it go on for a few minutes, trying to learn something new from a supposedly fully-trained wizard but was severely disappointer. A harsh flick of my wrist sent a cutting curse at his chest that knocked him back and sent his wand clattering to the floor.
With a sigh I awoke the unconscious Mrs. Pucey and tried my second unforgivable, placing both of them under the Imperius. A wave of dizziness passed over me making me stager for a moment, but when my head cleared both adult wizards were still kneeling in front of me, minds blank.
Ignoring the hunger that I felt beginning to grow I once more began going through memories, allowing Mrs. Pusey to remain slouched and unresponsive while I ransacked her husbands mind.
It was clear from the man’s impudent memories that he had been the one to introduce such ideas of superiority to such a lowlife like Adrian Pucey. Disgusted I tried the final unforgivable and was pleased to watch the light fade from his eyes before he fell over. I smirked staring at his dead body, enjoying this kill far more than my first before turning to my other victim. I took a step towards her about to begin manipulating her mind for the next part in my plan when a sudden stabbing pain sent me to my knees. I grabbed my stomach as I felt it twisting with sudden hunger, feeling as if I hadn’t feed in days. I instinctually reached out towards the woman but felt hardly any dark energies in her. I glanced mournfully at the husbands’ body, sensing his magic fading back into the magic of the house but I crawled the foot over to his dead body and grabbed his wrist, licking up what was left before that could dissipate as well. It didn’t satisfy me, but would be enough to finish the job I had started.
I stood again before turning to the woman still staring blankly at the ground and sank into her mind. I arranged her memories so that there would be no recollection of me her, just that of a death eater who though her husband had betrayed Voldemort. I gave her the thoughts to transfigure his body into a bone and burry it to prevent the Aurors from becoming suspicious, and would just report it as an accident and hold a private ceremony. Immediately though she would be sending a letter to Dumbledore, explaining about the sudden tragic death of her husband and that she has already sent a portkey and pulled her son home and is as of yet uncertain to when she will be reinstating him to the school.
I figured with all the problems going on around the school a student being pulled out for family matters would be put out of the mind of the headmaster, and if he ever did start to wonder why the student hadn’t returned yet… well I was sure I could figure something out.
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Chapter 26
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************ Unknown POV**************
Slytherin Dormitory
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I watched him.
That smug bastard, think that he was so good at everything, so fucking perfect. Just because he had his daddy who would give him anything that he wanted. Just because his father used to be Voldemorts right hand man. Well Voldemort’s dead, there is nothing special about Lucius Malfoy now, or any of the Malfoys.
But especially Draco.
How dare he. How dare he!
He had no right taking my position. He’s not even better than me; I can play Quidditch just as well as him. But there he sits, surrounded by everyone congratulating him, women hanging off his arm and he doesn’t even care. Acts like we’re all below him, like it’s expected that we worship the ground he walks on.
Bloody Bastard.
Well tonight he learns. Tonight I’m going to show him that he’s just as mortal as everyone else. And then with him gone everything will go back to normal, everything will be perfect once more. I will be the one celebrated and honored, and he will be a smudge in life that’s been wiped away and forgotten.
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************ Draco’s POV**************
Slytherin Dormitory
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The party after the game was intense; if things continued as they were so far this season then the cup was assuredly ours, and everyone knew it. Winning the cup would be another way to shove in the other houses’ faces how superior Slytherin was. But as I drank Butterbeer with my teammates and laughed over plays during the game, I missed Harry. Despite being mad and swearing I would hate him forever, I was worried. The first week I was furious and took pleasure in every hardship I watched him go through, but lately I could barely hang onto my anger. He had been looking progressively worse until one day he was back to his perfect image, but that only made me more nervous since I know how good at glamours he is.
I sat disinterested in the party, only giving vague grunts to Pansy to feign interest in her blabbering.
I debated about leaving, wanted to go and find Harry instead of listening to the idiots that surrounded me.
Another five minutes and I could stand it no longer. I needed to talk to Severus and figure some things out.
After a minute I managed to get Pansy off of me, who was clinging like a leech, but I barely made it a step before someone stopped me.
“Great game Draco.” I heard someone say as something was shoved into my hands. “Cheers.” They said but I paid them no mind, instinctively bringing up the drink and chugging it down.
“Yeah sure.” I mumbled setting the glass down on a table and walking away again.
I got only four feet when I felt a twist in my stomach as sweat broke out across my skin. My throat seized up and I grabbed for it desperately worried I would suffocate but those worries vanished when the pin pricks I had been feeling along my flesh flourished into stabs of pain
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*************Harry’s POV*************
Slytherin Dormitory
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I was moving past Blaise before the words had completely reached my brain and ran into the common room seeing the room full of Slytherins from the after game celebration, except they were all gathered around something in the middle of the room, and I could hear Pansy’s hysterical cries.
I was beside him so quickly it must have been magic, but I couldn’t think of that as the sight of Draco took all my thoughts and my breath. He was lying on the ground, eyes rolled back, gasping for breath as his body was going into convulsions.
Fear shot through my body making me freeze before I gained hold of it and reached out with my hands and magic to find what was wrong, but I didn’t even have to touch him to know. There was something inside him; to my magic it looked like red and black sparks consuming his body swiftly, and I knew he had been poisoned.
I clenched my jaw to fight back the anger, knowing it would have to wait until later, and sent my magic rushing into his body. I didn’t really know what to do; I had never healed more than a minor injury on another, and had never seen anything close to this.
The sparks receded as my magic washed over them, but only a fraction before surging back to life. I could see the main source spreading out from his stomach, spreading into his bloodstream and heading towards his heart and brain. My hands moved swiftly, one to his chest, one to his forehead as I sent constant pulses trying to stave it off until I could think of something, but the poison continued to multiply and I wasn’t sure how long I could hold this.
My hand pressed harder to his skin and one vaguely registered a stabbing pain. The pain cleared my mind of panicked thoughts for a split second, long enough for it to register what was beneath my hand; the snake vial. I moved as fast as I could once more, sending off as powerful a burst as I could through his body without harming it and then reaching desperately at the trinket around his neck.
My own magic tore the top off while I grabbed the back of his head, tilting it back so it could receive the lifesaving nectar. I watched with my magic sight as the liquid flowed down his throat and spread like a cool wave, putting out all the embers of black and red fire, and gave silent thanks to the greatest potion master.
A hand on my shoulder sent me into attack mode before I realized that it was Snape beside me. He saw the delicate snake vile in my hands and paled a little before regaining his mask and nodding his thanks. “You did well; I’m taking him up to the hospital wing just in case.”
I gave my own nod of agreement and thought for a moment about following too, but now that the immediate threat to his life had left, my mind was focused solely on finding who did this and making them suffer greatly.
***
I scanned the room, observing everyone’s expression as Draco was floated out of the common room, and my eyes narrowed at a particular person in the back. My empathy gift had instinctively guided me to him and now I was focused I could feel his anger, hate, disappointment, and frustration.
I slid closer behind the boy. I easily recognized him as he had been on the Quidditch team last year. His name was Adrian Pucey, pureblood of course, and was two years ahead of Draco and I. He used to be one of the chasers… now it didn’t matter, because the moment he touched Draco he was dead.
I hid in the shadows while the rest of the common room half panicked and half gossiped about their prince. As expected within half an hour Pucey discreetly left the room, completely oblivious to his new shadow.
I continued to follow him but when I realized that we were almost to the hospital wing my eyes burned with hate.
He was going to try to finish it.
I quickly caught up to him, moving silent and undetected as is necessary over the summer and then reached out, grabbing his neck, and with all my might slammed his head into the wall before he realized what was happening.
I watched satisfied as his body crumpled to the ground, and just observed him for a moment, still undecided as to what I was going to do with him.
Glancing around quickly and reaching with my empathy to make sure no one was around before I cast an invisibility charm on him and then grabbed his hair and carelessly dragged him down the hall.
It was a true test of my patience to take him all the way down to the dungeons, but there was some enjoyment in dragging him down the stairs and listening to his painful moans. When I reached my favorite room I began placing various privacy charms up, including ones to prevent the detection of dark magic, before turning back to the unconscious body.
I crouched over him, observing his ugly mug and then forcefully returned him to consciousness.
He let out another moan before glancing around, eyes unable to focus on anything but I couldn’t have cared less if he was hurt.
“You have one chance to tell me exactly what you did to Draco.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said snidely, but instead I just smirked.
Without giving him another second of opportunity I slammed into his mind and literally ripped through his memories.
I could hear him screaming and enjoyed the noise and I continued to gather everything. From the moment his jealously evolved into plans of revenge and eventually to murder, until just now. I analyzed them, observing every detail, and disgusted with the amount of time he spent trying to find a potion that wouldn’t only kill Draco, but make him suffer greatly too.
Not very Slytherin, far too bold and brash executing his plans so openly.
One particular thought caught at me and I listened to it carefully.
“I will be the one celebrated and honored, and he will be a smudge in life that’s been wiped away and forgotten.”
“Forgotten is it?” I hissed into his ear, but he just whimpered away. I had made more than sure that his mind would remain intact so that he would be able to enjoy every moment of the rest of his life.
“You’re wrong. You are nothing. I will make sure that you are the one forgotten. Not even your parents will be aware that you ever existed. And you will be mine, for as long as it pleases me. To do with what pleases me, because YOU are nothing. And no one will know, and no one will care, and no one will come to save you.” I hissed before easily transfiguring one of my needles into a blade and driving it into his thigh.
I could no longer control the urge to cause him physical pain, but it didn’t matter, I would have time to make sure he truly suffered; lots and lots of time.
I stepped back for a moment before lifting my finger, pointing at him, and hissed my first unforgivable with all the loathing I felt for him behind it.
“Crucio.”
I could only keep it on him for 10 second, the intensity of my hatred amplifying the curse and I couldn’t risk allowing him to loose his mind; that would spoil all the fun.
I spent the next 20 minutes testing all of the darks curse that I had been dying to try while enjoying the challenge of keeping him alive and sane.
When he passed out again despite me best efforts I decided to leave him hanging(literally) and take care of the next step in this business.
Sneaking out of Hogwarts was again pitifully easy, especially after it was clear that someone had just poisoned a student. But then again no looking horses in the mouth, or however the saying goes.
I followed the directions that I had taken from Pucey’s mind and apparated directly into his home, tearing through the wards and alerting the residents. Moments later both the lady and man of the house appeared around the corner with their wands ready, clearly confused as to while the boy-who-lived was in their entrance hall. A whispered word sent Mrs. Pucey unconscious to the floor and started a duel with her husband.
I let it go on for a few minutes, trying to learn something new from a supposedly fully-trained wizard but was severely disappointer. A harsh flick of my wrist sent a cutting curse at his chest that knocked him back and sent his wand clattering to the floor.
With a sigh I awoke the unconscious Mrs. Pucey and tried my second unforgivable, placing both of them under the Imperius. A wave of dizziness passed over me making me stager for a moment, but when my head cleared both adult wizards were still kneeling in front of me, minds blank.
Ignoring the hunger that I felt beginning to grow I once more began going through memories, allowing Mrs. Pusey to remain slouched and unresponsive while I ransacked her husbands mind.
It was clear from the man’s impudent memories that he had been the one to introduce such ideas of superiority to such a lowlife like Adrian Pucey. Disgusted I tried the final unforgivable and was pleased to watch the light fade from his eyes before he fell over. I smirked staring at his dead body, enjoying this kill far more than my first before turning to my other victim. I took a step towards her about to begin manipulating her mind for the next part in my plan when a sudden stabbing pain sent me to my knees. I grabbed my stomach as I felt it twisting with sudden hunger, feeling as if I hadn’t feed in days. I instinctually reached out towards the woman but felt hardly any dark energies in her. I glanced mournfully at the husbands’ body, sensing his magic fading back into the magic of the house but I crawled the foot over to his dead body and grabbed his wrist, licking up what was left before that could dissipate as well. It didn’t satisfy me, but would be enough to finish the job I had started.
I stood again before turning to the woman still staring blankly at the ground and sank into her mind. I arranged her memories so that there would be no recollection of me her, just that of a death eater who though her husband had betrayed Voldemort. I gave her the thoughts to transfigure his body into a bone and burry it to prevent the Aurors from becoming suspicious, and would just report it as an accident and hold a private ceremony. Immediately though she would be sending a letter to Dumbledore, explaining about the sudden tragic death of her husband and that she has already sent a portkey and pulled her son home and is as of yet uncertain to when she will be reinstating him to the school.
I figured with all the problems going on around the school a student being pulled out for family matters would be put out of the mind of the headmaster, and if he ever did start to wonder why the student hadn’t returned yet… well I was sure I could figure something out.