Chap. 1 The Darkness

The darkness of the room was all that could give comfort now. The darkness let the occupiers be unseen. The anguish and torture was unseen. He awoke, with a brutal headache, never feeling more alone in his entire life, even though more than twenty people were in the room with him.

He looked to his left and saw two red eyes glaring at him.

To his right, were two drooping eyes. Eyes that were once vivacious and extraordinarily blue were now weak and bland.

He tried to muster up enough strength to speak to the person, but no such strength was found.

'Are you ready to give in yet?' A voice asked harshly.

He lifted his pained head to see the eyes of a man he once looked up to. The man...he used to want to be.

He heard himself scream, although he did not voluntarily mean to. The pain caused by the wand of the man in front of him was too much to bear. He fell unconscious once again.

After awaking the second time, the body that was once to his right was gone.

He started going into a panic mode.

Where is she? He asked himself angrily.

He then heard a sound, he would never forget. A sound that would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life. He heard the pleading voice of his mother.

He looked up abruptly toward the sound of the screams. The maniac with the red eyes was standing over the collapsed body of his mother, the body that was once to his right. The maniac was shouting something at her, but he could not interpret it.

He then saw the man he once used to call Father walk up to the maniac and his mother.

He'll save her. He'll help. He told himself assuringly.

Although he had endured curses by his father already more than once tonight, he knew his father would come back to his senses. And now after seeing the pain his wife was in, he was back. He had to be.

'Stop making things so difficult, Narcissa.' His father said angrily.

'Lucius, he's our son! I will NOT help you kill him.'

'I won't have to, if you just give in. Give in, then he will too.' Lucius said, 'If he gives in, he lives.'

'He won't! He'll die and be possessed by HIM!' She spat.

'CRUCIO!' The maniac shouted.

The screams of Narcissa were heard once again, echoing through the lair. The weak, pale young man chained to the wall cringed at the screams of his mother. He tried to yell 'Stop' but nothing formed. He tried to move, but the chains held him down. He was hopeless.

'The Dark Lord chose our son to live on through! It's an honor!' Lucius yelled at his once-beautiful wife, who was trembling on the cold, stone floor, breathing heavily, shallowly, from all the curses.

'Then you be possessed!' She shouted back.

The distinctive sound of skin against skin filled the dark room.

'She won't comply, my Lord. What shall we do?' Lucius asked the maniac.

'In order to complete the ceremony, both living blood-related parents must comply and speak the spell. The Imperius won't help. I need both living parents.' The Dark Lord hissed.

'Living? What if the subject only has one...living parent?' Lucius asked.

'Then the living parent's comply is all that is needed, Lucius.'

The chained young man couldn't believe it. His father was not saving his mother, but allowing talk of killing her to commence! He wet his lips as well as he could with his dry tongue. He tried to regulate his breathing. He had to try to stop this.

'NO!' He shouted. 'Father NO!'

Lucius and the Dark Lord than turned abruptly to see the prisoner's eyes once again ignite.

'Ahh. So you've decided to awake again, have you, young Malfoy?' the Dark Lord asked.

The man called young Malfoy ignored the Dark Lord and turned pleadingly to his father.

'You can't kill her, please, father. You love her, you can't.'

Lucius stared at his son for a moment. Then an evil grin formed on his face.

'You'll be healthy again soon, my Lord.' Lucius said, ignoring his son's pleas.

'NO!' His son shouted, 'You can't! FUCK YOU! Let me out! Let me GO! DAMN BOTH OF YOU TO THE HELLS YOU CAME FROM!'

'Draco stop!' His mother cried from the middle of the room.

Young Malfoy, Draco, stopped yelling at the sound of his mother's voice.

He stared at her, tears falling down his cheeks. He had to do something.

'Take Me! LEAVE HER ALONE! Just take me!' He begged.

'THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!' Lucius shouted in his son's face. 'The spell only works with the consent of both living blood parents, since you are not legal! If one parent is deceased, only one parent is needed! Your weak and pathetic cries and pleas mean nothing!'

'Say goodbye to your mother.' the Dark Lord spat. 'And welcome a new soul,' He said laughing demonically, holding out his arms in "welcome".

Draco couldn't believe his ears. His father, his mother's husband, was just going to let his wife die.

Lucius and the Dark Lord walked slowly over to Narcissa's weak body, ignoring the cries of protest from the chained Draco in the corner.

'Well, Narcissa...you were good while it lasted. Thanks for producing a son that will embody our Lord.' Lucius said in a teasing manner.

Lucius then lifted his wand over his wife's body and cried, 'Avada Kedavra!' just as Narcissa whispered, 'Affero mei filius vita.'

Narcissa looked up weakly into Draco's eyes.

'Mother! NOOO!' He screamed to her just as her eyes closed and her body relaxed, giving into death.

A low, harsh cackle was emitted from the perverse lips of the Dark Lord.

Draco stared at his dead mother's body. She was pale and limp. Her long, blonde hair was matted and wet, and was crowned above her head and around her face. She was lying in the fetal position, one arm thrown out away from her body, the other hand clutching her chest.

'I'm sorry...' Draco whispered to her.

'NOW it's time to begin the awakening ceremony.' The Dark Lord said excitedly.

Draco brought his eyes up slowly to glare at the cadaverous body and red eyes.

'FUCK YOU!' Draco shouted angrily.

He then started violently shaking, ineffectually trying to free himself from the bewitched chains.

'Draco STOP! There's nothing you can do! Stop tiring yourself out! You'll be able to live a new, more powerful life after tonight.' Lucius told him assertedly.

'You killed MOTHER!' Draco screamed at his father.

'I am devoted to my Lord! Things must be taken care of if they get in the way!'

'THINGS! She was your WIFE!' Draco shouted back.

'One of my many possessions. Don't worry son, she did her duty.' Lucius replied hotly.

Draco looked over at his mother once more before collapsing against the chains and sobbing.

'Gods...it's pitiful. Please, my Lord, take him now.' Lucius begged.

The Dark Lord nodded and raised a wand over Draco's trembling, prostrate body.

'Obtineo.' The Dark Lord said loudly.

A red beam of light shot from the wand and to Draco. The Dark Lord and Lucius smiled, but then stopped immediately when the light flew from Draco, and back into the wand.

'WHAT!' The Dark Lord shouted. 'What happened!'

'I don't know!' Lucius cried.

Lucius then grabbed Draco by his hair and lifted his face to look into his eyes. Draco yelled in pain as Lucius shouted at him.

'What did you do, boy?'

Draco shot hate-rays at his father and didn't reply. Lucius growled and threw his son's head against the floor.

'He couldn't have done anything, my Lord. He doesn't have a wand.' Lucius told him.

'What was that nonsense Narcissa said before she died!' The Dark Lord demanded.

'What? I don't know, I was concentrating on cursing her.'

'ANY OF YOU!' The Dark Lord shouted to the rest of his Death Eaters, encircling the lair. 'Did any of you understand what the bitch said?'

'It was a charm, my Lord.' One hooded person answered.

'Ahh, Nott, what was it?'

'I didn't think it would work, since she was so weak, but apparently it did. It was a charm of life.'

'A charm of life?' Lucius questioned.

Nott continued, 'She, roughly translated, said "Give my son life". It worked apparently.'

'WHAT DO WE DO NOW?' The Dark Lord asked angrily.

'I don't know. It shouldn't be strong, since she was dying, but it worked.'

'You're testing my patience, Nott. If it wasn't the strong, then what do we do!'

'Usually the charm protects for life, but since she was weak, it might only last a few years.'

'I HAVE TO WAIT YEARS!' The Dark Lord exclaimed.

Draco was heard laughing in the corner.

Everyone turned to see him pick up his head and then smile at them.

'I don't know what you are smiling at, boy. You're bitch mother was just killed for nothing. She was only desposed of because I couldn't get into your body unless she consented, now I can't get into your body anyway so she died for naught.'

'SHE SAVED ME AND STOPPED YOUR FUCKING ASS FROM POSSESSING ME!' Draco shouted.

'WHY YOU...!' Lucius yelled as he lifted his wand to Draco.

'No, Lucius!' The Dark Lord scolded. 'I will need his body still eventually.'

'What do we do until the time comes?' Lucius asked breathlessly.

The Dark Lord stared at Draco for a while and then his red, beady eyes looked to Lucius again.

'Let him go...let him live with the grief of watching his mother die. Let him live with the guilt that she died because of him.'

Lucius nodded.

'But before we let him go,' the Dark Lord added, 'I need to perform a spell on him.'

The dark figure raised his wand over Draco and spoke an incantation.

'That, young Malfoy, protects you from any self-infliction you might try to rid yourself of providing me with a body. It also enables me to find you when I think the time as come to possess you.' The Dark Lord said.

'Fuck you, you bastards!' Draco screamed.

The Dark Lord simply laughed.

'Nott.'

'Yes, my Lord?'

'Escort young Malfoy back to his Manor.' The Dark Lord ordered.

'Yes, my Lord.' Nott said, bowing his head.

Lucius then stupefied Draco.

'Now he won't fight you.'

'Oh. Thanks.' Nott said to Lucius.

Nott then levitated Draco, and carried him from the lair.

That night changed Draco's life forever.

A/N: This was the introduction chapter, so it was a bit short. This chapter is in mainly italics because it's a flashback. This is a flashback to a moment in Draco's seventeen-year-old life, the rest of the story will be twenty-two year-old Draco Malfoy.