Dragon: The Silver Eyed Killer

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Moving with dedicated motion, no wasted energy, that's how I have lived for my entire life. It's how I became perfect for this job of killer. I am no average killer either, my methods vary, I have no personal favorite to approach death, I just make sure that once I have my target, he dies. If I have fun while I do it, it's a bonus.

The truth of how I became like this, it eludes me. My mother died when I was five. I was always very attached to her. My father, he was always angry, beatings were commonplace and came nearly every night. The beatings weren't so bad after a few months, I didn't even cry. Eventually, he graduated to mental abuse when he knew his fists wouldn't move me to the tears he seemed to desire. He drove me to kill him when I had barely turned ten years old. The knife I used remains in police evidence, where almost by fate, my only friend Blaise watches over the police, as it's chief.

Anyway, back to my father. The judge ruled that the extreme violence used in the crime show my mental instability. He had almost 400 open wounds, nearly 100 on his face alone. The judge was right about my mental state, it only got worse in the mental hospital, I was raped by one of my Doctors at only 12 years old, but can you call it rape when you like it? I don't know. All I know is, I was released at 16 by the same Doctor's reccomendation, so it wasn't all bad. Harry was fated to find me, my past, it all catches up with me because of him.

The true twisted fact, is that, somehow, I met Harry nearly 13 years ago, indirectly through my first job as a hired gun. I Killed Harry's father.

13 years ago....


"Come on Draco, you wanted the fucking job." It was Goyle's pushing that got me to push beyond the threshold of the door and enter the small brick home. My gun drawn, I shook as I entered, a clearly distraught woman ran from the kitchen and screamed. Goyle shot her without batting an eye.

"James Potter?" I asked coldly.

"You didn't have to kill her." James potter's eyes looked at me, they searched me for mercy it seemed, or maybe he was suprised to see a kid with a gun to his face.


"Did you think your employer would stand for your treachery?" Goyle's voice is deep and angry.

"I'm just trying to feed my family." James was begging soon. I hated how he begged. I closed my eyes after the first bullet popped his head like a party balloon. I kept shooting until the gun clicked and no bullet came out. Everything was slow and the ringing in my ears stopped me from hearing Goyles frantic cries as he yanked me from the house.

"You didn't have to kill the woman." I breathed out finally.

"Bullshit kid, she was a witness, look, we did the job, let's go get paid."

And that was the first job I ever did. It's funny how the universe plays with us and connects our fates. The truth is, this all happened because I tried to tell Harry the truth about my life, maybe to relieve my guilt once I realized who he was. He looked at me with shock, fear and hatred. I never knew if I had a soul until those eyes truly looked at me with so much fear, as if I might kill him. No, when this is all over, I'll give myself to him, hand him my gun and ask his forgivness, I hope he kills me. Tears are surely to be shed, maybe he'll understand after I'm gone.

Why am I crying?

6 months 3 weeks ago

"Harry stop that." I breath as his hands continued to massage my neck. They are very cold, but not bothersome. He's grinding his hips into my lap. We've been drinking heavily. I want him to stop because I don't want him to forget the next morning, I want him to ask me for it so bad that he's begging as if he'll die without me. Not like this.

"Harry, I said stop it!" I've grabbed his wrists now, causing him to jump in surprise. I pull him to my chest, he is so cold. "I don't want to take you tonight Harry, it's alright, I want you and soon, but not this way." He nods into my chest. My hand is cupping his head, he is mine, I want to protect him.

"I was just-I-I mean-I-want-" Harry's sputtering spoke of the arrival of tears. I hate it when he cries, it's so foreign to me.

"Shhhhh, Harry, It's alright, I know you want that, but just not tonight." He looks up at me and I draw him into a kiss. I can feel his tears sliding down my face. "Harry, I do want you, don't worry so much." My mouth sucks on his neck, just the way he likes and no matter how he feels, I can make him pliable to my will with just this simple suck of my lips. He breaths softly and falls against me.

"Draco, I am yours." He says breathless.

"Yes Harry, always mine." I say into his ear, blowing a gentle breath over it, wathcing the small white fuzz react to it, just as Harry shivers, wether from lust or cold I can't tell.


With Nott now dead, I have to move on to the next phase of my plans fast. This will be to take out Riddle's arms and legs so to speak. His guns aren't smart, so with some help and careful moves, I should be able to take out a significant number of them with no problem.

Right now, I need to call in a favor.

My bike speeds to the store, Ron owes me a favor. He's a gun runner for a few mob bosses here in london. He owes me because I saved his neck when another crime boss tried to strong arm him into selling him a shipment of automatic rifles, he did this by kidnapping Ron's family and holding them hostage. I did it because it was my job to help him, an order from Riddle. He still said he owed me, so I'm here to collect.

There is some kind of fight across the street from the store when I pull up and I meant to ignore it, but something bothered me.

"What are you doing here kid?" I watch as three men beat on a small dark form who was curled up. It wasn't my fight, I mean to go on, don't I? However, my legs take me to the fight. One of the men who is weilding a chain raises it up and before it will crash down, I grab it. All three men stop and stare. The leader, a big hulky man with his head shaved smiles darkily at me.

"Mister, you picked the wrong time to be a hero." He says. I only smirk. He's dumb, strong, but dumb.

"I'm no hero meathead, but if you raise that again, I'll string you up on this light post." My words are soft and even as they surround me, their pray forgotten. They look for their moment to strike, my eyes fall to the collapsed form they were beating on. They all move in together. Yes, dumb.

I duck out of the way and two of the three punch eachother squarely in the face. The third, enormus gentlement attacks me with his chain, I've already told him about that and without even missing a beat, I grab the end of the chain as it falls and begin to pull it around his neck, his moves are too slow and his dumb brain can't see a way out. I can hear his desperate gasps as the chain tightens, his once pale head is now bright shades of read and purple. He stops struggling just as the other two run off. Yes, dumb.

I bend down over the body of their victim, he's a young black boy, no older than twelve his face is bloody. I have no choice now, he's become my problem. I wouldn't have cared, why do I care. As I collected the small form up in my arms, it moaned and coughed.

"Are you an angel?" It asked me.

"No little one, I am the devil." It only coughed in response, getting blood all over my shirt.

End Chapter 3
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A/N: Again, reviews are nice, just a fiddling piece.