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Justice
Chapter 5: Justice - When the laws of the spirit are set, they cannot easily be forgotten
Draco thrashed in his sleep, tears running down his cheeks, gargled screams leaving his terrified lips.
Blaise and the others tried in vain to wake him before finally fetching Professor Snape.
“Professor… he wont wake, we’ve tried everything.” Blaise admitted helplessly as he moved to allow the dark haired man access to his godson.
Taking his wand out of his robes Severus Snape attempted the basic waking spells to no avail, frowning deeply he rain his fingers through his greasy looking hair before trying a more advanced spell.
“Severus… please… help me…” Draco whimpered in his sleep.
His jaw clenched and he lay a hand on the pale forehead of his young charge. “It’s alright Draco. I will wake you from this nightmare. Morgan, I know you can hear me…” He muttered. “If this is your doing then release him from this torment, and if you are not to blame then for once in your after life show an ounce of compassion and help his mind to wake.”
Draco came awake with a start, gasping for air as if he had forgotten to breath. “Professor…?”
“It’s alright Mr. Malfoy. You should get up, if you do not hurry you will be too late for breakfast and late for your first class.” Snape said without emotion.
Nodding Draco forced himself to get out of bed, and walk to the bathroom. His nightmares had never been so intense or so frightening and he was beginning to regret turning his back on the ghost and the masked woman.
Reaching the great hall just in time to grab a quick breakfast before his first class he nearly ran head long into the golden trio. Snarling he looked up to make some comment about watching where they were going when he met the eyes of the boy-who-lived. His pulse quickened, his breath caught in his chest as the sudden urge to kiss the other boy filled him.
“Watch where your walking Malfoy.” Weasley growled as they pushed passed him. “Bloody git still thinks he owns this school. What a wanker.” He added as the three continued down the hall.
Draco paled, his appetite vanishing completely. She hadn’t been bluffing, the damned ghost really was able to make him desire his worst enemy. Turning from the great hall he headed back into the dungeons, as if realistic nightmares of being savagely raped by the Dark Lord in front of all the death eaters wasn’t bad enough. The desire to stalk Harry Bloody Potter and admit to being infatuated with him, was too much.
He walked into the Ghost’s rooms without knocking as wasn’t surprised to find her sitting in the same chair she had been the night he had first seen her.
“You’re going to be late for class young Malfoy.” She stated, not looking at him.
“I don’t care. Fix it.” Draco demanded, his hands clenching into tight fists.
“No.”
“Please.”
“I’m sorry, I missed that. Say it again a bit louder so I’m sure to hear.”
“Please.” He asked again, his hands relaxing, his eyes trained on the floor. “I can’t do this, if I keep feeling this way, it will kill me.”
“I highly doubt it will be your death young Malfoy. However you should be very lucky that I chose such a patient Mistress for you. She said she would still have you, which is more then I would have done in her place.”
“I accept your choice.” He swallowed hard, the idea of allowing yet another person to control his life, the idea of going against Lord Voldemort, scared him more then he was willing to admit. “I will bow to the Mistress that you have chosen for me. Just please… please make it stop.”
Madam Morgan seemed deep in thought. “Alright young Malfoy. Go to your class, but return to me after dinner. You shall spend your evening here, in my rooms, in the presence of your mistress.”
Draco could only nod before making his way to class, he had given up even more of his freedom then the day he had become a death eater. He was thankful however, that the next time he saw Potter in the hall he felt nothing for the dark haired boy but a renewed sense of hate.
**I know, I haven't updated in forever and this is a really short chapter. I'll try to make up for it, promise. Loves to all**
Draco thrashed in his sleep, tears running down his cheeks, gargled screams leaving his terrified lips.
Blaise and the others tried in vain to wake him before finally fetching Professor Snape.
“Professor… he wont wake, we’ve tried everything.” Blaise admitted helplessly as he moved to allow the dark haired man access to his godson.
Taking his wand out of his robes Severus Snape attempted the basic waking spells to no avail, frowning deeply he rain his fingers through his greasy looking hair before trying a more advanced spell.
“Severus… please… help me…” Draco whimpered in his sleep.
His jaw clenched and he lay a hand on the pale forehead of his young charge. “It’s alright Draco. I will wake you from this nightmare. Morgan, I know you can hear me…” He muttered. “If this is your doing then release him from this torment, and if you are not to blame then for once in your after life show an ounce of compassion and help his mind to wake.”
Draco came awake with a start, gasping for air as if he had forgotten to breath. “Professor…?”
“It’s alright Mr. Malfoy. You should get up, if you do not hurry you will be too late for breakfast and late for your first class.” Snape said without emotion.
Nodding Draco forced himself to get out of bed, and walk to the bathroom. His nightmares had never been so intense or so frightening and he was beginning to regret turning his back on the ghost and the masked woman.
Reaching the great hall just in time to grab a quick breakfast before his first class he nearly ran head long into the golden trio. Snarling he looked up to make some comment about watching where they were going when he met the eyes of the boy-who-lived. His pulse quickened, his breath caught in his chest as the sudden urge to kiss the other boy filled him.
“Watch where your walking Malfoy.” Weasley growled as they pushed passed him. “Bloody git still thinks he owns this school. What a wanker.” He added as the three continued down the hall.
Draco paled, his appetite vanishing completely. She hadn’t been bluffing, the damned ghost really was able to make him desire his worst enemy. Turning from the great hall he headed back into the dungeons, as if realistic nightmares of being savagely raped by the Dark Lord in front of all the death eaters wasn’t bad enough. The desire to stalk Harry Bloody Potter and admit to being infatuated with him, was too much.
He walked into the Ghost’s rooms without knocking as wasn’t surprised to find her sitting in the same chair she had been the night he had first seen her.
“You’re going to be late for class young Malfoy.” She stated, not looking at him.
“I don’t care. Fix it.” Draco demanded, his hands clenching into tight fists.
“No.”
“Please.”
“I’m sorry, I missed that. Say it again a bit louder so I’m sure to hear.”
“Please.” He asked again, his hands relaxing, his eyes trained on the floor. “I can’t do this, if I keep feeling this way, it will kill me.”
“I highly doubt it will be your death young Malfoy. However you should be very lucky that I chose such a patient Mistress for you. She said she would still have you, which is more then I would have done in her place.”
“I accept your choice.” He swallowed hard, the idea of allowing yet another person to control his life, the idea of going against Lord Voldemort, scared him more then he was willing to admit. “I will bow to the Mistress that you have chosen for me. Just please… please make it stop.”
Madam Morgan seemed deep in thought. “Alright young Malfoy. Go to your class, but return to me after dinner. You shall spend your evening here, in my rooms, in the presence of your mistress.”
Draco could only nod before making his way to class, he had given up even more of his freedom then the day he had become a death eater. He was thankful however, that the next time he saw Potter in the hall he felt nothing for the dark haired boy but a renewed sense of hate.
**I know, I haven't updated in forever and this is a really short chapter. I'll try to make up for it, promise. Loves to all**