Title : THE LETTER, THE LOCKET, AND THE LORD
Author : FuJinGrL
Rating : Well…it's rated R for some lemony stuff…I would've written something more explicit, but since there's a no-NC-17-policy, please settle with what I have written :D
Genre : Romance, Action, Adventure, Mystery
Disclaimer : I totally don't own Harry Potter (but yes, I wish I did :D) and this is solely for entertainment purposes only, oki? :D Please don't sue me or anything hehehe!:D And this is my first Harry Potter fic, so please read and review but please be gentle! Thanks and enjoy!:D
Teaser : Certain circumstances have brought Draco and Hermione a little closer together than usual…but will they let it affect them in any way? It's funny how a simple tutoring can lead to so many things, even to the rising of a new lord… PROLOGUE Voices…'Get up, boy!'
I can hear voices…
'Do as I tell you!'
Everywhere…I can hear them…
'This is what you get when you dare defy me!'
Calling…
Screaming…
Demanding…
Pleading…
'Face the wrath you have placed upon yourself!'
Stop it…
'Perish under your own doings!'
Please…
'Suffer the consequences!'
I can't take it anymore…
Stop…
Stop…
STOP!!!
"!!!" He sat bolt up straight, panting heavily, beads of sweat trickling down his temples. He immediately glanced around, frantic, anxious, afraid. And he realized he was still in the safety of his four-poster bed, in the vicinity of his dormitory, the cool night breeze whispering through the open curtains. He sighed at the momentary tranquility, and buried his head into his hands, shutting his eyes close. Even with the usual sights and sounds of Hogwarts' nights, the image of whatever it was that was haunting his sleep was still lingering in his thoughts, and he couldn't get the picture out of his mind's eye. For the fifth night in a row.
What the heck was happening to him?
He raised his hand to run it through his disheveled blond hair, but a shot of what felt like electricity went up through his arm, and slowly spread across his spine. Soon, the pain was all over his body. And it was then that he realized that his whole body was aching, like he'd just played Quidditch out in a heavy storm for three consecutive months.
He involuntarily collapsed back into bed, his eyes wide open at the soreness of his body, the throbbing of his temples, and quite suddenly, the searing pain of his right hand. He glanced at it, and saw a gash the size of a Hippogriff's claw drawn right across the back of his hand. He held back a silent gasp as he watched fresh, dark red blood oozing through the cut. He instantly grabbed hold of the sheets in his bed and wrapped his hand shakily with them, finding it extremely hard to bear the pain.
What was all this? Sleepless nights…recurring nightmares…pain all throughout his body…and now a physical injury…?
Was this some sort of game?
He wrapped the fast-reddening cloth tighter over the humongous wound to cut off the bleeding, and he opened his mouth in a silent cry of pain as more sweat beaded down his forehead.
The pain…it was no ordinary pain…it was as if someone was pressing a hot iron onto the wound, making the pain white hot and unbearable. What the hell was this?
He closed his eyes tight and tugged on the improvised bandage some more, and this time he couldn't help but emit a small sound. He held his breath to keep him from making any more noise, else his dorm mates would wake and find him in his predicament. Or mystery, rather.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly to relieve of the hurt, and shifted on his bed. This was going to be another sleepless night for sure, but at least tonight he wouldn't be having trouble trying to block out the horrible images of his nightmare playing over and over again right before him.
He had the pain of the cut to give him solace tonight.