Haunted

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Disclaimer: I am only borrowing the characters from Mizz J. K. Rowling for the time being. She can gladly have what\'s left of them back when I\'m done.



There will surely be some NC-17 action soon to come.



Feel free to read and review. But c\'mon people, be nice. I\'m not a proffessional writer. None of us are. Well, ok maybe a few might be but I\'m not one of them. And I\'m posting this here for your amusement. So enjoy...




Chapter 1



Pipe smoke twisted and curled through the narrow gap in the parlor doorway, like angry serpents escaping the grasp of predators. I watched it swirl into the dark hall, disappearing amongst the shadows. How appropriate this was, these ghostly snakes, at a time like this. One especially livid bit of smoke caught my eye as it escaped the parlor. It slithered closer to me, ready to nip at the end of my nose. I hastily fanned it away, knowing the smell of strong pipe smoke had a tendency to make me sneeze. The last thing I needed right now was a sneezing fit. A terrible round of laughter suddenly filled the air from the room. The sound causing the wall I was propped up against to tremble, the parlor door opening an inch or so wider just to my right. I froze, startled by the sudden explosion of sound. It took a moment before I could regain my composure. But curiousity... it had me tight in it\'s grasp. Mesmerized by the dim beam of light across the haze, I took a deep breath and moved slowly towards the gap. I knew this would get me in so much trouble if father found out, but I just had to get a good look at our special guest.



\"Come inside, boy,\" An unfamiliar, hoarse voice called from the other side of the door. I froze again, my breath caught in my lungs. Have I been seen? I couldn\'t have! I was hidden, well hidden in a veil of darkness behind the door. I hadn\'t even had a chance to peek through the crack yet. They must not be talking to me. Then they spoke again, \"Come inside, if you are so curious to see me.\"



All sound coming from the room had stopped abruptly at the sound of the mysterious voice, an eerie silence following. With my heart viciously pounding its way into my throat, I obeyed the stern invitation and slowly pushed open the door. The inside of the room was a golden gray haze of smoke dimly lit by oil lamps and the outside moonlight. A small cluster of men, some familiar and some not so much, crowded the room. They reclined in my fathers lush maroon velvet armchairs, mahogany pipes in hand and bitter frowns on their faces. I wasn\'t feeling the least bit welcome. My father, whom I spotted near the center of the room, was on his feet and glaring at me in disgust. To his right were the familiar faces of Crabbe and Goyle\'s fathers, also appearing rather angry. But the figure to his immediate left caught my eye, as well as everyone else\'s in the room. They were cloaked in a heavy black robe and seated in my fathers favorite armchair. Although slumped down in the seat and appearing rather insignifigant at first glance, this person had an aura of pure authority and power around them. Is that....



\"Come in and take a seat, boy,\" the cloaked man spoke, shattering the heavy silence that had fallen on the room so suddenly. He appeared to be the voice from before. One ghastly pale hand slithered out from the robe and patted an empty chair beside him. I shivered at the sight of it, slowly making my way across the room. All eyes watched me approach the figure, a few men puffing nervously on their pipes.



\"I apologize for this intrusion, Master,\" my father quickly hissed to the man while glaring at me, \"My son doesn\'t seem to know how to obey my orders.\" I slowly took a seat beside the cloaked figure.



The cloaked figure turned to me, \"Your son? Ah, yes I remember him.\" The bottom half of an aged and withered pale face peaked out from under the large hood, \"Draco, is it?\"



I nodded slowly, \"Y-Yes sir.\" I knew who this person was, and I couldn\'t believe my ears that he was speaking to me.



\"The last time I saw you, if I remember correctly, you were still an infant. How old are you now, young man?\" The Dark Lord asked, sounding more like an old friend than the demonic killer he actually was.



\"I\'m sixteen, sir,\" I somehow managed not to stutter that time.



The pale, cracked lips of the cloaked man curled into a smile, \"Sixteen, eh? Has it truly been that long?\" Voldemort turned back to my father, \"He\'s grown into quite a handsome young man, you should be proud Lucius.\"



My father forced a smile, quickly thanking him. He knew that was going to swell my ego, big time.



The rest of the night well into the morning hours I sat beside the great Lord Voldemort, occasionally receiving a smile from his direction. The men chatted about past failures, current objectives, and secretive future plans to try and bring the Dark Lord into power once more. Never in a million years would I of been allowed to hear these plans, yet somehow I was there. I grew more comfortable with the group as the night went on, even throwing in my own thoughts here and there. My father continued to shoot me dirty looks every time I spoke up while Voldemort applauded my ideas. Once he even banished a man from the room for objecting an idea I had involving using muggles weaponry against the corrupt wizarding world. I was half-heartedly suggesting it, more as a joke actually. But Voldemort thought it was a very good idea. No one would expect the Dark Lord and his followers to take up muggle fire arms. The man had thoroughly objected, demanding to know why Lord Voldemort would take advice from a stupid boy.



\"I find the boy to be rather wise, \" The cloaked Dark Lord beside me had spoken softly in response, \"We need fresh, new ideas such as his if we want to succeed. We need his youth.\"



Oh, the power....



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It\'s been nearly a month since that night with the Dark Lord, and I found myself back at Hogwarts for my last miserable year of school in no time. I wasn\'t allowed to tell anyone about the meeting, Voldemort had me promise him to secrecy at the end of his visit. I remember watching him leave, amazed by how feeble and weak such a great wizard had become. Father says that Voldemort will be himself again soon. I hope he is, I\'m so sick of this hostile mudblood-loving takeover rubbish!



I glanced over my shoulder at the Golden Trio of Hogwarts, who lingered a ways behind me in the hall giggling like morons. Those three are poster children for the demise of the wizarding world. I\'d give anything to see them brought down to their worthless knees before Lord Voldemort. Better yet, before me.



I rolled my eyes and stopped, turning to them, \"Do you morons ever shut up? You\'ve been following me for at least five minutes now, giggling like dolts the entire way!\"



Weasley and Potter went into hysterics, their faces red with laughter. Granger suppressed a giggle and stepped swiftly past me, \"You might want to do something about that sign on your back, Malfoy.\"



\"Oh, what now....,\" I sighed, reaching over my shoulder and tearing a piece of parchment off the back of my robes. Scrawled across it in black ink was written \'FERET SEX, 1 KNUT\'. I turned back to Weasley and Potter who were doubled over now, tears of laughter streaming down their faces. \"Can you get any more unoriginal?\" I tsk\'ed, flinging the paper at them, \"Oh, and \'ferret\' is spelled with two R\'s, you imbeciles...\" That just made them laugh more, a small crowd gathering to see what had happened. I stomped off down the hall, trying very hard to keep the red from my face. This has been going on most of the school year so far. Since stupid Dumbledore had his guard up, I wasn\'t allowed anymore attacks on the Trio. They were his precious three, kept in his safety until they finished at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Lovely.



I stepped into a nearby bathroom, leaning over a sink and sighing. I needed to cool off before heading to Potions or three certain someone’s were going to loose their lives. Why was it that Goyle and Crabbe had to be in separate classes from me for most of the day? What moron planned that out, trying to drive me insane. This school year was turning into a living hell. I glanced up at the mirror, to see if my the red in my cheeks had died down yet. Nope, still there. I\'m starting to think it\'s permanent. Along with the angry crease in my forehead. Soon there will be big ugly veins popping up on my neck. I\'m looking bloody forward to that all right... My attention moved from my haggered face to the room directly behind me in the mirror. A tall, dark-haired boy appeared behind me, lingering a little closer than was necessary.



\"There\'s more than one sink, you know,\" I hissed, bowing my head down into the sink and tossing some water against my face. I have to find a way to get rid of that terribly flush in my cheeks. When I glanced up again the boy was still behind me in the mirror. Just standing there with a rather amused expression playing on his shadowed features. I wiped my face off on my sleeve, turning to this boy, \"What are you, deaf? I said-\" I froze, glancing around the bathrooms. There was no one there. Confused and a little bit apprehensive, I turned back to the sink to shut the faucet off. Sitting in the sink under a stream of water was a small black book. I quickly shut the water off, glancing around the bathroom once more and taking the soaking wet book from the sink. It had been gouged through with something, a large hole shown right through the center from cover to cover. I flipped it open, finding most of the pages smeared with reddish stains that looked very much like blood. I almost tossed the vile thing back in the sink until something caught my eye. There was faint writing on the cover of the book. Although most of it was ripped right off the cover thanks to the large gaping hole, I could make out the words \'Diary\' and \'Tom\'. Curious, I skimmed through the pages inside. Most of them were torn out and missing, the rest completely blank, except for the blood of course. I found my eyes darting around the bathrooms once more, my skin crawling at the strangeness of it all. What a lovely day we\'re having, Draco...




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