Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Heart and Soul ❯ Chapter Fifteen ( Chapter 15 )
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By: TassanaBurrfoot 
Playing the Part
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.04.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 626 | Status: Completed
Playing the Part
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Hentai / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.04.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 626 | Status: Completed
Heart and Soul
By: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter Fifteen
Draco stared at the Dark Lord, appalled and terrified. The Dark Lord wanted Draco to harm a Death Eater for not capturing Potter.
Shaking, Draco raised his wand and pointed it at the Death Eater. "Crucio," he said, without any feeling.
"Come now, Draco," the Dark Lord chided. "Surely you can do better than that. He has insulted your lord by letting Potter and that filthy little Mudblood escape."
Draco shivered. Truth was, he was happy the girl had escaped, for reasons he dared not share with the Dark Lord. "Crucio." he tried again, with the same feeble results.
The Dark Lord tsked. "You disappoint me, Draco. Much like your father has," he reprimanded. "My patience is wearing thin. Do it correctly, like I know you can, or Nagini will have two for supper."
Draco gulped. Then, his imagination took over as he pictured, not this pathetic Death Eater, but the Dark Lord lying on the ground. With a malicious smile, Draco pointed his wand at the Death Eater. "Crucio!"
The sound of the man's screams would forever echo in the deepest parts of Draco's nightmares. He cringed at the sound, disgusted with himself.
The Dark Lord smiled as he placed a hand on the boy. He looked to the snake and nodded. "Dinner, Nagini."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
To say Draco hated the Dark Lord was an understatement. He loathed the bastard. Despised him with every fiber of the boy's being.
He had taken several showers, constantly trying to wash away the sound of the man's screams. Trying to wash away the images of Nagini feeding. The Dark Lord had made Draco watch. To watch the snake bite the man and, quite literally, suck him dry.
The Malfoys didn't get a chance to talk much anymore. After the failed attempt to capture Potter, the Dark Lord had begun thinking of another plan. Thankfully, this meant the Dark Lord had to leave days at a time.
Not that it did much good. Bellatrix had taken it upon herself to remain with her sister constantly, much to Draco's annoyance. He couldn't get a moment alone with his mother. And he dare not approach his father.
He knew they weren't happy with him. Without their consent, he had married a Mudblood. He had disgraced the family name and heritage. The blood, so pure once before, would now become tainted and dirty. Worse still, this Mudblood was none other than someone plotting the Dark Lord's downfall.
Of course, Draco could always hope that his parents would see this as a good thing. If she was plotting the Dark Lord's downfall, and succeeded, they would be free. The binds that chain them to the Dark Lord's service would be severed. The Malfoys could continue their lives in peace with the rest of the world.
But, that was just wishful thinking. Draco knew their silence was due to their hatred of tainted blood. His parents hated all Mudbloods, regardless of how smart they were. Or the salvation one could bring.
Draco sighed. He missed her so much. Course, he knew what she would say. "Don't worry so much about it, Draco. I'm sure they'll come around. And if not, we can survive without them. They love you, though. They wouldn't abandon you."
His sweet, naive Hermione. So innocent to the ways of the world. So innocent to the ways of his parents.
Imagining her voice made him long to actually hear it. Of course, longing to hear it made him long to see her face, to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her.
July had barely become a memory when the alarm sounded. "We found them!" Bellatrix cackled gleefully. "We found Harry Potter!"
Draco had not attended that batter either. But, it had been short-lived. Potter had managed to escape again.
The Soul had begun to burn more frequently. Draco knew that he would continue to burn until either Hermione or the Dark Lord was dead. From what he could gather, she had gone into hiding with Potter.
Unable to stand the burning sensation any longer, Draco had taken the ring and chain off, placing them in a pocket. He took them out every chance he got to check them.
"Draco, the Dark Lord has a job for you," his mother told him one day, standing in the doorway of his bedroom. "He wants you to go to Grimmauld Place."
He stared at her curiously. "What's at Grimmauld Place?"
Narcissa shrugged. "Harry Potter, I'm sure. He and... well, you know who I speak of, they keep saying the Dark Lord's name. Unfortunately, no one can see where they are hiding. He wants you to go there and watch it for a while. Give Yaxley a break."
Draco couldn't believe his ears. His mother was sending him to spy? On his own wife? "Is anyone near you?" he mouthed.
She looked down the hall in both directions before shaking her head. He reached for her, taking her hand. In a swift move, he pulled her into his room and shut the door. He quickly cast Muffliato at the door and window.
When he turned to her, his voice was barely above a whisper, "I can't believe you expect me to do this. I thought I was done being his errand boy. I can't spy on her!"
"I'm not asking you to," she told him, her face twisted in fear. "Your father's wand is destroyed, Draco. There's no telling what else is going to happen to us. You have to obey him, for our sake."
Draco shook his head. "You're asking to much," he replied. "How can I be expected to choose between my family and my wife?"
"Listen," she hissed. She took his hand into hers and, bringing it up to her lips, kissed the back of it. "I've been thinking a lot about what you've said. About this girl. I don't know if I'll ever be able to complete accept her. She's a Mudblood. But, she saved your life. I don't know why you fell in her living room..."
"I had said her name," he said suddenly, realization dawning on him. Seeing his mother's puzzled look, he explained, "The Dark Lord had hit me with the Torture Curse several times. He would hit me, let me rest, then hit me again. He was punishing me for Father's mistake. The last reprieve he gave me, I thought of someplace safe. I thought of her. I don't know why, but I did.
"I couldn't move. I could hardly breathe. But, somehow, her name passed my lips. Then, I blacked out. Next thing I knew, I was lying on her living room floor, covered in blood and glass... I would have died that night. I had lost so much blood."
Narcissa listened in horror. She hadn't been there when the Dark Lord had done this. Her sister had kept her away. She hadn't known what the Dark Lord was doing to her only child.
She nearly collapsed under the shudders that suddenly racked her frail body. Her son pulled her close and held her in a tight embrace as she cried. For so many years, so many years, she and her husband had loyally supported the Dark Lord. They had known he would one day thank them for their undying services. And now, after everything, he repaid them with cruelty.
She kissed her son on the cheek. Then, using him for support, she stood up straight and tried to correct herself. When she was once again under self control, she said, "Then you know what you have to do."
He looked at her curiously, not understanding. She smiled and explained, "Play the part. Go to Grimmauld Place. Watch over her and Potter. Keep the appearance that you are playing the Dark Lord's game. Your father and I shall, too. When the time is right, we'll break free of these chains in which we are bound... If you see her, if you get a chance to talk to her, tell her I said... thank you. She saved the life of my only son. I am forever in her debt."
Narcissa left the room fully composed and impossible to read. Draco hung back for a moment to reflect on what his mother had said to him. Then, finding a courage he did not know he had, Draco walked out with his back straight and his shoulders square.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco kept himself hooded when he was at Grimmauld Place. He had no desire for her to notice him there. That is, if she could see him.
He gazed curiously at the missing spot between Eleven and Thirteen. He knew where she was. She was there. Between those numbers. He could feel her presence almost as clearly as if she were right behind him. And yet, there was nothing there.
He couldn't remember a time he thought about her more. She was right there. He could almost see her grim face within the old brick.
He wanted to yank his dreadful mask off and shout out to her that he was there. To alert her to his presence. He wanted to hold her and assure her that everything would be all right.
"Draco, do you see anything?" the Death Eater he was with asked.
Idiot, Draco thought with a sneer. Of course I don't see anything. He didn't even bother with an answer.
"It's almost the start of term," the Death Eater commented. "Do you think they'll go to school this year?"
Again, more idiocy. Draco all ready knew the common sense answer to that question. Though he knew how much she would hate to miss school, she wasn't going. She would stay with Potter, helping him out in any way she could to complete the task they were handed.
However, the Death Eater's stupidity did not end. He prattled on, excitedly, "I sure hope they attend school. Can you imagine what the award would be if we caught them? How happy the Dark Lord would be?"
"I'd wager he'd be very pleased," Draco answered. Course, he thought to himself, not that we would benefit much from it.
He was annoyed and tired. He knew she wasn't coming out. This Death Eater was getting on his nerves as well. Obviously he lacked common sense and respect for other people's property. More than once, Draco had to stop the stupid git from trampling on someone's garden or throwing rocks at someone's window.
Course, this would always lead to the man jeering at him. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a Muggle lover," the Death Eater would sneer.
Draco's nerves were being worn thin. Thankfully, two Death Eaters showed up around dusk to take their places. He cast one last, hopeful look at the missing spot before graciously leaving.
By: Tassana Burrfoot
Chapter Fifteen
Draco stared at the Dark Lord, appalled and terrified. The Dark Lord wanted Draco to harm a Death Eater for not capturing Potter.
Shaking, Draco raised his wand and pointed it at the Death Eater. "Crucio," he said, without any feeling.
"Come now, Draco," the Dark Lord chided. "Surely you can do better than that. He has insulted your lord by letting Potter and that filthy little Mudblood escape."
Draco shivered. Truth was, he was happy the girl had escaped, for reasons he dared not share with the Dark Lord. "Crucio." he tried again, with the same feeble results.
The Dark Lord tsked. "You disappoint me, Draco. Much like your father has," he reprimanded. "My patience is wearing thin. Do it correctly, like I know you can, or Nagini will have two for supper."
Draco gulped. Then, his imagination took over as he pictured, not this pathetic Death Eater, but the Dark Lord lying on the ground. With a malicious smile, Draco pointed his wand at the Death Eater. "Crucio!"
The sound of the man's screams would forever echo in the deepest parts of Draco's nightmares. He cringed at the sound, disgusted with himself.
The Dark Lord smiled as he placed a hand on the boy. He looked to the snake and nodded. "Dinner, Nagini."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
To say Draco hated the Dark Lord was an understatement. He loathed the bastard. Despised him with every fiber of the boy's being.
He had taken several showers, constantly trying to wash away the sound of the man's screams. Trying to wash away the images of Nagini feeding. The Dark Lord had made Draco watch. To watch the snake bite the man and, quite literally, suck him dry.
The Malfoys didn't get a chance to talk much anymore. After the failed attempt to capture Potter, the Dark Lord had begun thinking of another plan. Thankfully, this meant the Dark Lord had to leave days at a time.
Not that it did much good. Bellatrix had taken it upon herself to remain with her sister constantly, much to Draco's annoyance. He couldn't get a moment alone with his mother. And he dare not approach his father.
He knew they weren't happy with him. Without their consent, he had married a Mudblood. He had disgraced the family name and heritage. The blood, so pure once before, would now become tainted and dirty. Worse still, this Mudblood was none other than someone plotting the Dark Lord's downfall.
Of course, Draco could always hope that his parents would see this as a good thing. If she was plotting the Dark Lord's downfall, and succeeded, they would be free. The binds that chain them to the Dark Lord's service would be severed. The Malfoys could continue their lives in peace with the rest of the world.
But, that was just wishful thinking. Draco knew their silence was due to their hatred of tainted blood. His parents hated all Mudbloods, regardless of how smart they were. Or the salvation one could bring.
Draco sighed. He missed her so much. Course, he knew what she would say. "Don't worry so much about it, Draco. I'm sure they'll come around. And if not, we can survive without them. They love you, though. They wouldn't abandon you."
His sweet, naive Hermione. So innocent to the ways of the world. So innocent to the ways of his parents.
Imagining her voice made him long to actually hear it. Of course, longing to hear it made him long to see her face, to touch her, to hold her, to kiss her.
July had barely become a memory when the alarm sounded. "We found them!" Bellatrix cackled gleefully. "We found Harry Potter!"
Draco had not attended that batter either. But, it had been short-lived. Potter had managed to escape again.
The Soul had begun to burn more frequently. Draco knew that he would continue to burn until either Hermione or the Dark Lord was dead. From what he could gather, she had gone into hiding with Potter.
Unable to stand the burning sensation any longer, Draco had taken the ring and chain off, placing them in a pocket. He took them out every chance he got to check them.
"Draco, the Dark Lord has a job for you," his mother told him one day, standing in the doorway of his bedroom. "He wants you to go to Grimmauld Place."
He stared at her curiously. "What's at Grimmauld Place?"
Narcissa shrugged. "Harry Potter, I'm sure. He and... well, you know who I speak of, they keep saying the Dark Lord's name. Unfortunately, no one can see where they are hiding. He wants you to go there and watch it for a while. Give Yaxley a break."
Draco couldn't believe his ears. His mother was sending him to spy? On his own wife? "Is anyone near you?" he mouthed.
She looked down the hall in both directions before shaking her head. He reached for her, taking her hand. In a swift move, he pulled her into his room and shut the door. He quickly cast Muffliato at the door and window.
When he turned to her, his voice was barely above a whisper, "I can't believe you expect me to do this. I thought I was done being his errand boy. I can't spy on her!"
"I'm not asking you to," she told him, her face twisted in fear. "Your father's wand is destroyed, Draco. There's no telling what else is going to happen to us. You have to obey him, for our sake."
Draco shook his head. "You're asking to much," he replied. "How can I be expected to choose between my family and my wife?"
"Listen," she hissed. She took his hand into hers and, bringing it up to her lips, kissed the back of it. "I've been thinking a lot about what you've said. About this girl. I don't know if I'll ever be able to complete accept her. She's a Mudblood. But, she saved your life. I don't know why you fell in her living room..."
"I had said her name," he said suddenly, realization dawning on him. Seeing his mother's puzzled look, he explained, "The Dark Lord had hit me with the Torture Curse several times. He would hit me, let me rest, then hit me again. He was punishing me for Father's mistake. The last reprieve he gave me, I thought of someplace safe. I thought of her. I don't know why, but I did.
"I couldn't move. I could hardly breathe. But, somehow, her name passed my lips. Then, I blacked out. Next thing I knew, I was lying on her living room floor, covered in blood and glass... I would have died that night. I had lost so much blood."
Narcissa listened in horror. She hadn't been there when the Dark Lord had done this. Her sister had kept her away. She hadn't known what the Dark Lord was doing to her only child.
She nearly collapsed under the shudders that suddenly racked her frail body. Her son pulled her close and held her in a tight embrace as she cried. For so many years, so many years, she and her husband had loyally supported the Dark Lord. They had known he would one day thank them for their undying services. And now, after everything, he repaid them with cruelty.
She kissed her son on the cheek. Then, using him for support, she stood up straight and tried to correct herself. When she was once again under self control, she said, "Then you know what you have to do."
He looked at her curiously, not understanding. She smiled and explained, "Play the part. Go to Grimmauld Place. Watch over her and Potter. Keep the appearance that you are playing the Dark Lord's game. Your father and I shall, too. When the time is right, we'll break free of these chains in which we are bound... If you see her, if you get a chance to talk to her, tell her I said... thank you. She saved the life of my only son. I am forever in her debt."
Narcissa left the room fully composed and impossible to read. Draco hung back for a moment to reflect on what his mother had said to him. Then, finding a courage he did not know he had, Draco walked out with his back straight and his shoulders square.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco kept himself hooded when he was at Grimmauld Place. He had no desire for her to notice him there. That is, if she could see him.
He gazed curiously at the missing spot between Eleven and Thirteen. He knew where she was. She was there. Between those numbers. He could feel her presence almost as clearly as if she were right behind him. And yet, there was nothing there.
He couldn't remember a time he thought about her more. She was right there. He could almost see her grim face within the old brick.
He wanted to yank his dreadful mask off and shout out to her that he was there. To alert her to his presence. He wanted to hold her and assure her that everything would be all right.
"Draco, do you see anything?" the Death Eater he was with asked.
Idiot, Draco thought with a sneer. Of course I don't see anything. He didn't even bother with an answer.
"It's almost the start of term," the Death Eater commented. "Do you think they'll go to school this year?"
Again, more idiocy. Draco all ready knew the common sense answer to that question. Though he knew how much she would hate to miss school, she wasn't going. She would stay with Potter, helping him out in any way she could to complete the task they were handed.
However, the Death Eater's stupidity did not end. He prattled on, excitedly, "I sure hope they attend school. Can you imagine what the award would be if we caught them? How happy the Dark Lord would be?"
"I'd wager he'd be very pleased," Draco answered. Course, he thought to himself, not that we would benefit much from it.
He was annoyed and tired. He knew she wasn't coming out. This Death Eater was getting on his nerves as well. Obviously he lacked common sense and respect for other people's property. More than once, Draco had to stop the stupid git from trampling on someone's garden or throwing rocks at someone's window.
Course, this would always lead to the man jeering at him. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a Muggle lover," the Death Eater would sneer.
Draco's nerves were being worn thin. Thankfully, two Death Eaters showed up around dusk to take their places. He cast one last, hopeful look at the missing spot before graciously leaving.