How To Find Horcruxes
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,496
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
0
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Prologue
“But thus do I counsel you, my friends: distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful”- Friedrich Nietzsche
How To Find Horcruxes:
Prologue
The intense blackness shrouded around them like a dementor’s tenebrous hood. Neither of the companions could even see their own hands when held directly in front of their faces.
“How nice of you two to finally join us,” sneered a deep, dark, unearthly, voice in front of them. Looking into the intense darkness, the two, marble shaped glowing, red orbs provided the only light in the otherwise musty, dismal room.
Suddenly, an intense, blindingly bright light pierced the darkness like a knife. Both companions squinted their eyes, peering up at the rotten, mutilated, walking corpse that was Voldermort.
“I presume the deed is done? The Daily Prophet reports please me. However, I need to know that he is indeed gone and this is not just one of his clever schemes,” his cold, raucous voice spoke.
“Yes, master. Dumbledore is indeed dead. I had the pleasure of seeing to it myself. After six long years of waiting, I finally saw the old man take his last breath and fly blissfully off the highest tower of Hogwarts. If only you could have been there to witness it,” Severus Snape replied jovially, his twisted smile beaming with pride and satisfaction.
“And what of you, Draco? Why did you disobey me? It was your task to kill the old fool. It was yours and yours alone. Why did you cower? You could have easily jeopardized our whole plan. What do you have to say for yourself?” Voldemort spat at Draco sardonically, bits of spit flying into Draco’s face.
“I…..Master, I…..Dumbledore, he…..he was too powerful for me, sir. I couldn’t handle him and Potter, too,” Draco responded, stuttering, hoping to Merlin the Dark Lord wouldn’t Avada Kedavra him of the spot.
“CURCIO!” shouted the Dark Lord, aiming his wand straight at Draco’s heart.
Draco fell to his knees, as his whole body felt like it was collapsing in on itself. It felt as if his internal organs were being wrung out like a wet dishcloth, his bones, as though the were being stretched to within an inch of breaking, his back, as if someone kept stabbing him rapidly with a serrated butcher knife, his lungs, as if they were being filled to the rim with water. His face twisted and contorted with white hot pain as he tried his best not to scream in total agony, not to give Voldemort the satisfaction.
After what seemed like hours, the pain suddenly subsided and Draco fell in a heap to the cold, stone floor, his breath coming in choppy, ragged gasps, his heart beating erratically.
“Never ever disobey my orders again, Mr. Malfoy. I can promise your punishment will not be so pleasant next time,” Voldemort’s sinister voice warned icily. Now get out of my face! There is much work to be done. Snape and I have much to discuss. Follow the stairs to the second floor. You room will be waiting for you. You DO NOT leave this place unless you have the proper permission. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master,” Draco whispered, trying to get his breathing back under control.
“Very well, then. Off with you,” Voldemort said, waiving his bony hand towards the dungeon door.
Draco pulled himself up off the dusty, stone floor and hobbled over to the heavy wooden door, hurrying as fast as humanly possible given the state he was in. Once he reached the inner hallway, he followed the narrow corridor to the staircase looming at the end of the hall, grabbed the railing and pulled himself feebly up the stairs. Finding the door with his initials crudely carved in the wood, he threw open the squeaky wooden door and passed out on the cold, callous floor, his mind drifting into that all familiar darkness, to a world where monsters roamed freely in the bounds of his mind.
A/N: Yes, I know it’s a short chappie. But, it’s a prologue. Let me know what you think so far. I promise, it will get VERY intriguing. Trust me……I have no impulse to punish….at least not today……..
How To Find Horcruxes:
Prologue
The intense blackness shrouded around them like a dementor’s tenebrous hood. Neither of the companions could even see their own hands when held directly in front of their faces.
“How nice of you two to finally join us,” sneered a deep, dark, unearthly, voice in front of them. Looking into the intense darkness, the two, marble shaped glowing, red orbs provided the only light in the otherwise musty, dismal room.
Suddenly, an intense, blindingly bright light pierced the darkness like a knife. Both companions squinted their eyes, peering up at the rotten, mutilated, walking corpse that was Voldermort.
“I presume the deed is done? The Daily Prophet reports please me. However, I need to know that he is indeed gone and this is not just one of his clever schemes,” his cold, raucous voice spoke.
“Yes, master. Dumbledore is indeed dead. I had the pleasure of seeing to it myself. After six long years of waiting, I finally saw the old man take his last breath and fly blissfully off the highest tower of Hogwarts. If only you could have been there to witness it,” Severus Snape replied jovially, his twisted smile beaming with pride and satisfaction.
“And what of you, Draco? Why did you disobey me? It was your task to kill the old fool. It was yours and yours alone. Why did you cower? You could have easily jeopardized our whole plan. What do you have to say for yourself?” Voldemort spat at Draco sardonically, bits of spit flying into Draco’s face.
“I…..Master, I…..Dumbledore, he…..he was too powerful for me, sir. I couldn’t handle him and Potter, too,” Draco responded, stuttering, hoping to Merlin the Dark Lord wouldn’t Avada Kedavra him of the spot.
“CURCIO!” shouted the Dark Lord, aiming his wand straight at Draco’s heart.
Draco fell to his knees, as his whole body felt like it was collapsing in on itself. It felt as if his internal organs were being wrung out like a wet dishcloth, his bones, as though the were being stretched to within an inch of breaking, his back, as if someone kept stabbing him rapidly with a serrated butcher knife, his lungs, as if they were being filled to the rim with water. His face twisted and contorted with white hot pain as he tried his best not to scream in total agony, not to give Voldemort the satisfaction.
After what seemed like hours, the pain suddenly subsided and Draco fell in a heap to the cold, stone floor, his breath coming in choppy, ragged gasps, his heart beating erratically.
“Never ever disobey my orders again, Mr. Malfoy. I can promise your punishment will not be so pleasant next time,” Voldemort’s sinister voice warned icily. Now get out of my face! There is much work to be done. Snape and I have much to discuss. Follow the stairs to the second floor. You room will be waiting for you. You DO NOT leave this place unless you have the proper permission. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master,” Draco whispered, trying to get his breathing back under control.
“Very well, then. Off with you,” Voldemort said, waiving his bony hand towards the dungeon door.
Draco pulled himself up off the dusty, stone floor and hobbled over to the heavy wooden door, hurrying as fast as humanly possible given the state he was in. Once he reached the inner hallway, he followed the narrow corridor to the staircase looming at the end of the hall, grabbed the railing and pulled himself feebly up the stairs. Finding the door with his initials crudely carved in the wood, he threw open the squeaky wooden door and passed out on the cold, callous floor, his mind drifting into that all familiar darkness, to a world where monsters roamed freely in the bounds of his mind.
A/N: Yes, I know it’s a short chappie. But, it’s a prologue. Let me know what you think so far. I promise, it will get VERY intriguing. Trust me……I have no impulse to punish….at least not today……..