Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Tearing Down the Walls ❯ Prolog ( Prologue )

I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters though I wished I owned Draco. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner brothers. This story was written before Deathly Hallows and after Half Blood Prince. It has sexual scenes in it later on and I will give no warnings. It is rated X and you should pay attention to these things before clicking if you have a problem with it. Thank you.

 

Tearing Down the Walls

By Kasen_Kurama

 

Prolog

 

A young man that looked about seventeen walked down the halls wearing a set of thick black robes that made his creamy-milk colored skin stand out almost as much as his almost shoulder length white-blonde hair. A few moments later about six other cloaked figures appeared behind him all of which were obviously older which shown from their height above him.

The boy looked slightly nervous and kept rubbing his sweaty palms on the inside of his cloak's pockets. His pale, pointed face turned towards one of the larger doors to the manor they were all in and his silver eyes scanned it for a minute of fearful hesitation. His master was not going to be happy. Another of the cloaked figures walked up beside him and put a pale, long fingered hand on his shoulder as a slight sign of comfort.

“Draco, I know you're nervous but don't let it show.” The deep voice behind the hood said as his hand moved to massage the back of Draco's neck to calm him down, “you punishment will be worse.”

All he did was nod and open the large metal doors so that all of the figures behind him could walk in calmly. Straight ahead of them on a high backed chair sat their master, a snake-looking man with almost transparent skin, no nose except for slits, no lips, and red eyes with cat-like slits for pupils. He stood and waved in front of him with his spider-like hands while his robes, which billowed like black smoke, fell lightly to the ground and covered up his pale bare feet.

“My Death eaters!” He smiled a rather nasty looking smile as they knelt before him and muttered their praises to their lord, “Ah yes, and Young Mr. Malfoy. How goes your mission?”

“Dumbledore is dead, my lord.” Draco said with his head bowed so far down that his fringe of blonde hair brushed with the ground, “But I apologize, It wasn't I that killed him.”

“Then what did?” Draco's Lord's tone had turned icy and the blood red eyes had flashed, “Well?”

“I did, my Lord.” The figure who had tried to comfort Draco moved forward slightly and kneeled again almost as if to kiss the floor, “The twins had him distracted.”

“The twins?” He turned his head towards the twins that were standing behind Draco, “Well we'll have to make sure that doesn't happen again. Avada Kadavra.”

The two figures behind Draco that had been the twin siblings fell to the ground most obviously dead by the sound of the loud thunk they made as they hit the floor at the same time.

“Now then,” He turned his head back to the kneeling figures that were alive, “Severus, take young Mr. Malfoy to his room so he may await his punishment.”

The figure called Severus stood and took Draco's arm before leaving the room with him and pinning him against a wall well out of his lord's hearing, “Draco I suggest getting out of here as soon as you can. Whatever he has planned for you will not be pleasant and I'm not sure if—”

“I can take care of myself snape!” Draco snapped and pushed away, “If it hadn't been for you and everyone else interfering I would have—”

“Let him live?” Snape said making Draco close his mouth immediately, “Go now if you want to make it through life as the perfect little brat you've always been.”

“I'm not going to run away like a coward!” Draco had snapped again and walked down the hall towards where his room at the hideout would be, “Now I'm going to my room. Talk to me about plans of betrayal later and I'll be just as glad to turn you over to V-our lord.”