Author: Blue coloured Roses
Title: A Light In The Darkness (was Sweet November)
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: All characters settings and just about everything belongs to the wonderful world of J.K, all I own is the plot and a-few odds and ends.
A/N: I think D/G is by far the best ship and I love the whole 'fire and Ice' concept that's floating round! ^_^ . I need a positive number of reviews for the chapter 1 to be published! Don't let me down peeps! Also, this is my first Fan-fic so be patient plz *_*. I am also trying to juggle school as well as this story, so I'm sooooooo sorry if I don't update frequently. By the way people, Blaise Zabini is a man in this, I'm totally fed up with Blaise being a woman!
Summary: 21yearold death eater Draco has escaped from his father and hopefully the death eaters. Mean while, another troubled deatheater; Blaise Zabini, has orders to find him . . . along with a certain beauty of a redhead. What is Draco to do when the single and attractive Ginny Weasley is caught up in the raging storm that is his tragic life? A game of jealous rivals for a past love ensues between a silver-eyed dragon and a golden- eyed eagle. Who will the red siren choose, beauty or the beast? Echoes from the past disturb the dust of lost time, relationships once lost are now found. And what is kept behind that painting . . . the one guarding the end of a long dark corridor that grants access only to one?
A Post Hogwarts romance/horror based mostly around D/G/B. Jealousy, raunchiness, and just about something for everybody.
In this chapter, we will be looking at the story from his P.O.V and for this chapter only, maybe for another using a different character, but only this chapter peeps!
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A Light In The Darkness ~ Prologue
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Well he can't sleep at night
And he can't do what's right
It was all because she came into his life
It's a deep obsession taking up his time
Things don't always turn out that way - The calling
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November 3rd 2006
It hurt, God how it hurt me, the silvery-metallic coloured blade entering my pale flesh. Father has stabbed me before but this time he went too deep - too far. That bastard, why must he poison my life like this? I have long white scars on my back because of him. I have no mother because of him. I have the darkmark burned into my arm because of him . . .
He is forever my torturer, and I his helpless victim. For so many years he has tainted me with the unspeakable treatment of insignificant slaves . . . he has forgotten how to love - but I suppose that's nothing new, he's never loved me. Never. To him we are all pawns to do his evil biding, to bend to his every whim.
But I'm not going to take this anymore . . . and even if it means fleeing, the trait of a vulgar coward, then I will risk stooping down to common ground if it means escaping him and this life of hollow existence . . ..
For I am a Malfoy, a natural born leader to rule over all . . . so why do I let myself be beaten down by *him* . . ..
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10 minutes ago . . ..
It was 2.30 am. The moon was keeping sentry in the mysterious sky beyond, protecting the people and defending them against the mockery of the stars . . . the stars that shone so brilliantly in the sky, taunting us measly mortals by burning brightly far off in the dark heavens just out of our reach, always just out of reach.
Yet in the bleak, icy manor I was safe, I was protected from their ridicule, but I was not safe from him from the husband of my mother - my father. Speaking of my father, reasons unknown to me I was rudely awoken by my personal house elf Poppet, gibbering on in my ear.
"Young master Draco, please to be waking up! Master wants to speak with you in his study, he does!"
Sighing jadedly, I got up and eyes blurry from the absence of light, I pulled on my humorous dragon feet slippers.
Yes, I know I'm a 21 year old man, but they were a recent novelty present from my grandfather Gregory, he, being the *comedian* of the family thought they'd suit me perfectly ' 'they're right up your street' he'd say - yet something told me the reason he'd bought me them was a little closer to home, seeing as though my name actually means 'dragon' - a harmless pun if you will. Still, I'm not laughing. However I cannot criticize his taste, they are indeed a rarity, made out of Chinese fireball scales and even have long sharp authentic gold claws - which indubitably, have also come from the dragon.
I wandered out onto the murky landing, noticing how sinister and ominous it looked with the absence of the golden torches that usually lit the hallway. Sighing for no obvious reason I swept along the hall, noticing how each creak of the flooring made my nerves twinge, how each shadowed crook made my heart race in wild thrill - but I wasn't scared. I couldn't be scared - after all, I'm a Malfoy.
'Why on earth has he summoned me at 2.30?' I quizzed myself groggily 'Yeah, I am asked for all the time, but not at this hour in the bloody morning. Father you bastard - Thank god I'll be moving out on Wednesday!' I contemplated as the prospect of moving out of this hellhole and into the great wide world made me want to jump for joy.
Without even realising she was even there in the first place, I followed Poppet down the frozen marble stairs to where my father was waiting impatiently - I was betting - in his study, by now I could probably walk there blind folded. I'd walked this identical path day after day - to be honest, I'm astounded the thick marble floor hasn't worn away from such treatment.
As soon as I entered that room, all contented feeling left me, leaving only the hatred and disrepute I felt for my father. Looking sullenly around, I realised how much I hated that room. Dark grimy mahogany walls with coal coloured velvet wallpaper, which hung above the horrendous wooden border. Pictures of him and my grandfather were hanging up around the spaces that weren't being occupied by an atrocious weapon of some sort. Half of the filthy weapons hanging there my father hadn't even used - well, not to my knowledge anyway - perhaps he kept them there as a threat or caution not to cross him? Who knows?
There was one wall however, above his parchment-ridden desk that clashed horribly with the malevolent leader thesis. This wall, although decorated just the same as the others, had a portrait of my stunning mother on it.
Mother - my beautiful angel of a mother. I often wondered how he came to having a goddess like her for a wife. She'd tolerated anything he'd done to her, anything and everything. Yet, even the mighty must fall; on one beautifully tranquil day in the summer, his vindictive and inexcusable actions against her - against his wife, the woman he was supposed to be defending against anguish, not causing it, became all too much and as a result . . . she died. She was spared from this hell and was sent to the heavens, to live with the other angels where she belonged.
After her departure I felt truly alone in the world. She had always been there for me, to talk to, to laugh with, to love - as well as to clean me, to mend me again after a confrontation with my father. Oooo how I wish Potter was here right now; I'd smash his face into a bloody pulp about the comment he made about her, the stupid bastard.
As I approached the hunching form, I prepared myself ethically if anything should happen, however most of the time something would always happen; you see it's me who gets blamed for everything - even if it isn't my fault!
Watching my approach through frozen grey eyes he, Lucius, glared at me unusually before turning to face the roaring fireplace, which without a doubt meant bad news for me. He'd always done that in the past - and even now in the present - when I've done something wrong or displeased him in one way or another. I sighed heavily; this would be a long night.
"What's the matter father?" I stated sardonically, rolling my eyes at his turned back. For the first time in a long time, and to my utter surprise, he turned to face me and spoke. In this particular scenario this wasn't normal - trust me, this was new, no sudden pouncing or harsh shouting, just, well . . . normal words.
"Get your cloak Draco, we have pressing 'business' to take care of, this cannot wait - we must grab this opportunity now, whilst we can." He hissed in his superiorly evil way, looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to obey his order. I don't know what made me do it, but instead of obeying, I stood my ground and interrogated as to why; for some reason it felt like he was pissed off at me - nothing new - but this time, he was hiding something . . ..
"Why father where are we going?"
Lucius was somewhat taken aback for a moment. Normally I held my tongue and did, as he ordered - but not today. He raised an irritated flaxen eyebrow, and drew himself up to his full height trying to look even more menacing - if it were physically possible.
"Do not question me boy! Just do as I say! We are already running late, now go and get ready!" came his irate voice, washing over me with unseen vigour. I glared at him heatedly and stood up straight to my full height of 6'4, whereas my father stood at a meagre 6'0.
"I'm not a boy anymore," I spat furiously through clenched teeth "And I would like to know where it is we are going." I countered, astonishing my father as well as myself even more so.
That did it. I'd officially won the gold medal for pissing him off. Just from standing up for myself for once I'd crossed my fathers' emotional and tolerance line; I was in for it now. He gave me the famous Malfoy glare, sizing me up and thinking his insane thoughts - the Malfoy glare that I, myself had often used as a weapon on others, and drew his wand, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Go and get ready," came his harsh hiss, "or I shall make you," he threatened menacingly through gleaming clenched teeth. I considered this for a moment; this was new to him, I'd started standing up for my self a little each day soon after graduating, but this was the first time I'd ever stayed around to find out what'd happen if I didn't stop. Besides, I was having far too much fun to stop now; it felt great standing up to the great big prat.
I took a daring step forward.
"I'd like to see you try" I hissed ominously, eyes never leaving his which drew his attention away from the whilst big, angry fists I was forming.
This was the last straw. I knew what was coming - it was inevitable after all - but I knew that after this night, something would change. For the better or worse, well, we'll decide later.
He raised his wand, but I was quicker.
"Cruci-" SMACK! I hit him square in the jaw. Shocked, he dropped his wand and stumbled backwards to his left and onto his desk.
Unfortunately for me, I failed to see his Black handled knife sitting on the dark wooden surface, and Seeing his fist clench tightly I put up my arm to obstruct the offending punch that I expected to come towards me. Instead of strong bony knuckles, the sharp silver blade pierced my skin, then my muscle creating excruciating pain - more so then normal; I'd forgotten how painful it was.
But Lucius wasn't done there.
He grabbed my wrist and twisted the knife, tearing away at the hard tissues within. I cried out in pain and tried to fall to the ground in an attempt to block his ruthless attack, and furthermore escape his cruelty, but he was still holding on to me. His demonic grey eyes locked onto my wounded silvery-blue ones, he opened his mouth and hissed in a fatal whisper, a whisper that I dared not comprehend.
"Go and get ready."
After what seemed like an eternity, Lucius let go of my wrist, but the knife was still stuck in my arm, protruding like a long black bone. And for the first time since I'd looked him in the eye tonight, I tore my eyes away from his, gathered my remaining composure and walked as normally as possible out the room - I didn't want father to see me scampering from him, in a rush to tend to myself, he would receive no such pleasure from me. I also made sure to slam the door. Hard.
Finally groping the knife, and ignoring the bewildered looks on the faces of the house elves, I strolled promptly upstairs to my room and collapsed in my high-backed chair.
'Here goes' I told myself slowly, still unable to come to terms with what'd just happened. Carefully twisting it clockwise, the knife came loose and I pulled it out swiftly - all the while fighting back preventable tears of agony; after all, I'd forgotten how it felt to have the cold metal penetrate my flesh and gash my body.
Blinking the tears away as the thick red liquid gushed out of me; I looked agonizingly at the picture of the blonde angel on the bedside table. I closed my eyes and whispered, "I wish you were here mother."
~*Present*~
I winced in anguish as I pulled my Gucci shirt over my scantily bandaged arm. I couldn't stay here another minute, I kept asking myself 'Why? Why didn't you move out straight away? You should of left this place when you had the chance.'
The answer was simple; I didn't want to leave my wholesome, kind-hearted mother alone with this maniac. I shook my head, infuriated at my lack of mentality about the whole situation, I could've been anywhere but here right now, but sadly, I wasn't.
Grabbing my bottomless bag in addition to Kicking open the window - which gave a little CRACK as the pane hit against the wall outside, I mounted my Firebolt, and holding on with both good and bad arm, shot off into the forbidden night.
Where I was going, I didn't know. All I knew was I had to be free for the first time. I wanted to be free and now that I was, a completely new world awaits . . ..
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A/N: hey there all! My first try, I hope you weren't too disappointed, all reviews are appreciated! I'll be back soon with the next chappie!
Title: A Light In The Darkness (was Sweet November)
Rating: R.
Disclaimer: All characters settings and just about everything belongs to the wonderful world of J.K, all I own is the plot and a-few odds and ends.
A/N: I think D/G is by far the best ship and I love the whole 'fire and Ice' concept that's floating round! ^_^ . I need a positive number of reviews for the chapter 1 to be published! Don't let me down peeps! Also, this is my first Fan-fic so be patient plz *_*. I am also trying to juggle school as well as this story, so I'm sooooooo sorry if I don't update frequently. By the way people, Blaise Zabini is a man in this, I'm totally fed up with Blaise being a woman!
Summary: 21yearold death eater Draco has escaped from his father and hopefully the death eaters. Mean while, another troubled deatheater; Blaise Zabini, has orders to find him . . . along with a certain beauty of a redhead. What is Draco to do when the single and attractive Ginny Weasley is caught up in the raging storm that is his tragic life? A game of jealous rivals for a past love ensues between a silver-eyed dragon and a golden- eyed eagle. Who will the red siren choose, beauty or the beast? Echoes from the past disturb the dust of lost time, relationships once lost are now found. And what is kept behind that painting . . . the one guarding the end of a long dark corridor that grants access only to one?
A Post Hogwarts romance/horror based mostly around D/G/B. Jealousy, raunchiness, and just about something for everybody.
In this chapter, we will be looking at the story from his P.O.V and for this chapter only, maybe for another using a different character, but only this chapter peeps!
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A Light In The Darkness ~ Prologue
*~*
Well he can't sleep at night
And he can't do what's right
It was all because she came into his life
It's a deep obsession taking up his time
Things don't always turn out that way - The calling
*~*
November 3rd 2006
It hurt, God how it hurt me, the silvery-metallic coloured blade entering my pale flesh. Father has stabbed me before but this time he went too deep - too far. That bastard, why must he poison my life like this? I have long white scars on my back because of him. I have no mother because of him. I have the darkmark burned into my arm because of him . . .
He is forever my torturer, and I his helpless victim. For so many years he has tainted me with the unspeakable treatment of insignificant slaves . . . he has forgotten how to love - but I suppose that's nothing new, he's never loved me. Never. To him we are all pawns to do his evil biding, to bend to his every whim.
But I'm not going to take this anymore . . . and even if it means fleeing, the trait of a vulgar coward, then I will risk stooping down to common ground if it means escaping him and this life of hollow existence . . ..
For I am a Malfoy, a natural born leader to rule over all . . . so why do I let myself be beaten down by *him* . . ..
*~*~*
10 minutes ago . . ..
It was 2.30 am. The moon was keeping sentry in the mysterious sky beyond, protecting the people and defending them against the mockery of the stars . . . the stars that shone so brilliantly in the sky, taunting us measly mortals by burning brightly far off in the dark heavens just out of our reach, always just out of reach.
Yet in the bleak, icy manor I was safe, I was protected from their ridicule, but I was not safe from him from the husband of my mother - my father. Speaking of my father, reasons unknown to me I was rudely awoken by my personal house elf Poppet, gibbering on in my ear.
"Young master Draco, please to be waking up! Master wants to speak with you in his study, he does!"
Sighing jadedly, I got up and eyes blurry from the absence of light, I pulled on my humorous dragon feet slippers.
Yes, I know I'm a 21 year old man, but they were a recent novelty present from my grandfather Gregory, he, being the *comedian* of the family thought they'd suit me perfectly ' 'they're right up your street' he'd say - yet something told me the reason he'd bought me them was a little closer to home, seeing as though my name actually means 'dragon' - a harmless pun if you will. Still, I'm not laughing. However I cannot criticize his taste, they are indeed a rarity, made out of Chinese fireball scales and even have long sharp authentic gold claws - which indubitably, have also come from the dragon.
I wandered out onto the murky landing, noticing how sinister and ominous it looked with the absence of the golden torches that usually lit the hallway. Sighing for no obvious reason I swept along the hall, noticing how each creak of the flooring made my nerves twinge, how each shadowed crook made my heart race in wild thrill - but I wasn't scared. I couldn't be scared - after all, I'm a Malfoy.
'Why on earth has he summoned me at 2.30?' I quizzed myself groggily 'Yeah, I am asked for all the time, but not at this hour in the bloody morning. Father you bastard - Thank god I'll be moving out on Wednesday!' I contemplated as the prospect of moving out of this hellhole and into the great wide world made me want to jump for joy.
Without even realising she was even there in the first place, I followed Poppet down the frozen marble stairs to where my father was waiting impatiently - I was betting - in his study, by now I could probably walk there blind folded. I'd walked this identical path day after day - to be honest, I'm astounded the thick marble floor hasn't worn away from such treatment.
As soon as I entered that room, all contented feeling left me, leaving only the hatred and disrepute I felt for my father. Looking sullenly around, I realised how much I hated that room. Dark grimy mahogany walls with coal coloured velvet wallpaper, which hung above the horrendous wooden border. Pictures of him and my grandfather were hanging up around the spaces that weren't being occupied by an atrocious weapon of some sort. Half of the filthy weapons hanging there my father hadn't even used - well, not to my knowledge anyway - perhaps he kept them there as a threat or caution not to cross him? Who knows?
There was one wall however, above his parchment-ridden desk that clashed horribly with the malevolent leader thesis. This wall, although decorated just the same as the others, had a portrait of my stunning mother on it.
Mother - my beautiful angel of a mother. I often wondered how he came to having a goddess like her for a wife. She'd tolerated anything he'd done to her, anything and everything. Yet, even the mighty must fall; on one beautifully tranquil day in the summer, his vindictive and inexcusable actions against her - against his wife, the woman he was supposed to be defending against anguish, not causing it, became all too much and as a result . . . she died. She was spared from this hell and was sent to the heavens, to live with the other angels where she belonged.
After her departure I felt truly alone in the world. She had always been there for me, to talk to, to laugh with, to love - as well as to clean me, to mend me again after a confrontation with my father. Oooo how I wish Potter was here right now; I'd smash his face into a bloody pulp about the comment he made about her, the stupid bastard.
As I approached the hunching form, I prepared myself ethically if anything should happen, however most of the time something would always happen; you see it's me who gets blamed for everything - even if it isn't my fault!
Watching my approach through frozen grey eyes he, Lucius, glared at me unusually before turning to face the roaring fireplace, which without a doubt meant bad news for me. He'd always done that in the past - and even now in the present - when I've done something wrong or displeased him in one way or another. I sighed heavily; this would be a long night.
"What's the matter father?" I stated sardonically, rolling my eyes at his turned back. For the first time in a long time, and to my utter surprise, he turned to face me and spoke. In this particular scenario this wasn't normal - trust me, this was new, no sudden pouncing or harsh shouting, just, well . . . normal words.
"Get your cloak Draco, we have pressing 'business' to take care of, this cannot wait - we must grab this opportunity now, whilst we can." He hissed in his superiorly evil way, looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to obey his order. I don't know what made me do it, but instead of obeying, I stood my ground and interrogated as to why; for some reason it felt like he was pissed off at me - nothing new - but this time, he was hiding something . . ..
"Why father where are we going?"
Lucius was somewhat taken aback for a moment. Normally I held my tongue and did, as he ordered - but not today. He raised an irritated flaxen eyebrow, and drew himself up to his full height trying to look even more menacing - if it were physically possible.
"Do not question me boy! Just do as I say! We are already running late, now go and get ready!" came his irate voice, washing over me with unseen vigour. I glared at him heatedly and stood up straight to my full height of 6'4, whereas my father stood at a meagre 6'0.
"I'm not a boy anymore," I spat furiously through clenched teeth "And I would like to know where it is we are going." I countered, astonishing my father as well as myself even more so.
That did it. I'd officially won the gold medal for pissing him off. Just from standing up for myself for once I'd crossed my fathers' emotional and tolerance line; I was in for it now. He gave me the famous Malfoy glare, sizing me up and thinking his insane thoughts - the Malfoy glare that I, myself had often used as a weapon on others, and drew his wand, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Go and get ready," came his harsh hiss, "or I shall make you," he threatened menacingly through gleaming clenched teeth. I considered this for a moment; this was new to him, I'd started standing up for my self a little each day soon after graduating, but this was the first time I'd ever stayed around to find out what'd happen if I didn't stop. Besides, I was having far too much fun to stop now; it felt great standing up to the great big prat.
I took a daring step forward.
"I'd like to see you try" I hissed ominously, eyes never leaving his which drew his attention away from the whilst big, angry fists I was forming.
This was the last straw. I knew what was coming - it was inevitable after all - but I knew that after this night, something would change. For the better or worse, well, we'll decide later.
He raised his wand, but I was quicker.
"Cruci-" SMACK! I hit him square in the jaw. Shocked, he dropped his wand and stumbled backwards to his left and onto his desk.
Unfortunately for me, I failed to see his Black handled knife sitting on the dark wooden surface, and Seeing his fist clench tightly I put up my arm to obstruct the offending punch that I expected to come towards me. Instead of strong bony knuckles, the sharp silver blade pierced my skin, then my muscle creating excruciating pain - more so then normal; I'd forgotten how painful it was.
But Lucius wasn't done there.
He grabbed my wrist and twisted the knife, tearing away at the hard tissues within. I cried out in pain and tried to fall to the ground in an attempt to block his ruthless attack, and furthermore escape his cruelty, but he was still holding on to me. His demonic grey eyes locked onto my wounded silvery-blue ones, he opened his mouth and hissed in a fatal whisper, a whisper that I dared not comprehend.
"Go and get ready."
After what seemed like an eternity, Lucius let go of my wrist, but the knife was still stuck in my arm, protruding like a long black bone. And for the first time since I'd looked him in the eye tonight, I tore my eyes away from his, gathered my remaining composure and walked as normally as possible out the room - I didn't want father to see me scampering from him, in a rush to tend to myself, he would receive no such pleasure from me. I also made sure to slam the door. Hard.
Finally groping the knife, and ignoring the bewildered looks on the faces of the house elves, I strolled promptly upstairs to my room and collapsed in my high-backed chair.
'Here goes' I told myself slowly, still unable to come to terms with what'd just happened. Carefully twisting it clockwise, the knife came loose and I pulled it out swiftly - all the while fighting back preventable tears of agony; after all, I'd forgotten how it felt to have the cold metal penetrate my flesh and gash my body.
Blinking the tears away as the thick red liquid gushed out of me; I looked agonizingly at the picture of the blonde angel on the bedside table. I closed my eyes and whispered, "I wish you were here mother."
~*Present*~
I winced in anguish as I pulled my Gucci shirt over my scantily bandaged arm. I couldn't stay here another minute, I kept asking myself 'Why? Why didn't you move out straight away? You should of left this place when you had the chance.'
The answer was simple; I didn't want to leave my wholesome, kind-hearted mother alone with this maniac. I shook my head, infuriated at my lack of mentality about the whole situation, I could've been anywhere but here right now, but sadly, I wasn't.
Grabbing my bottomless bag in addition to Kicking open the window - which gave a little CRACK as the pane hit against the wall outside, I mounted my Firebolt, and holding on with both good and bad arm, shot off into the forbidden night.
Where I was going, I didn't know. All I knew was I had to be free for the first time. I wanted to be free and now that I was, a completely new world awaits . . ..
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A/N: hey there all! My first try, I hope you weren't too disappointed, all reviews are appreciated! I'll be back soon with the next chappie!