Hey everyone! This is going to be my first HP fic written alone! I have another fic going on co-written with a friend, but this is all me. Sooo..please please please review, and tell me what you think! I wasn't too sure if I should post this up or not. Thanks!
Warning: This is Slash. DMHP. Don't like it? I don't care. Don't read it!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own my beloved Draco & Harry.
I Don't Want to Feel
Chapter One
An eerie wind blew through the small town of Little Winging, and rattled the shutters of the old Riddle House upon the hill. People in the town lay bundled up in bed, warm fires glowing dimly in their fireplaces to keep them warm through the cold winter. The town lay in innocent silence, and nobody would have expected or even imagined the scene unraveling inside of the abandoned Riddle House. Of course, nobody dared to approach it anyway. Since the old Riddle House caretaker had mysteriously been found dead, the people of Little Winging had stayed even farther away from the old, empty house. It was a known rumour throughout the town that the house was haunted by ghosts...ghosts that would do anything to keep their peace; even kill. Of course, what the villagers did not know was that the house really wasn't empty. Actually, on some nights, you could even call it full. You see, the house was now home to Lord Voldemort; an evil wizard, and the most feared man by any witch or wizard in the world. The old Riddle House, once owned by his long-dead father was now his hideout, his lair; and on this windy night was playing host to a very interesting guest...
"Now tell me, boy; why have you come?" Lord Voldemort asked the hooded man before him, his red eyes staring down at the man kneeling in front of him.
"I want to join you." the man mumbled, bowing his head. Lord Voldemort examined him, a pensive look on his pale face.
"And how do I know where your honour really lies?"
"All with you, my Lord, all with you. I can't stand those muggle-loving fools; not one of them. Especially Dumbledore. He thinks he can try and steer me safely onto his side? Well, he is wrong. I am not obeying that fool." the man said, his voice getting louder as his anger clearly rose. Voldemort couldn't help but smile.
"All right. But how do I know that you are worthy of being one of my Death Eaters? How do I know if you're powerful enough?"
"I've taught myself everything, my Lord."
"Really. Unforgivables, too?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Interesting. Care to entertain me?" Voldemort said, his eyes widening slightly with interest. The man bowed and got up on his feet, his head moving from left to right.
"CRUCIO!" he yelled, pointing his wand in the direction of a dark corner, where a whimper came and then sudden screaming. A Death Eater fell to the ground, writhing and screaming in pain. As the man visibly put more strength into the spell, the screaming became louder and louder. Voldemort raised his eyebrow; clearly he had not expected that much power.
"Enough!" Voldemort cried, standing up. The man right away lowered his wand and turned to look at Voldemort, bowing again. "No, no, get up! No need for that! Imperius?"
The man simply nodded.
"Imperio!" he said, almost lazily, pointing it at the same Death Eater who right away began to bang his head on the hard wooden floor, blood slowly marking the point at which it made contact with the head. Voldemort's face suddenly contorted into a manic smile, and he nodded.
"That will do. Should I even ask of the Killing Curse?" Voldemort said, and the man just shrugged. He turned onto the Death Eater, raising his wand. The Death Eater whimpered, taking a step back. From all the pain he had just gone through, his mask had fallen off revealing the face of Peter Pettigrew.
"AVADA--"
"Oh no, boy. All in good time, I'm afraid. That will do. I have seen enough to make my decision." The man kept on facing Pettigrew, but slowly lowered his wand and turned to Voldemort, kneeling.
"No, no...there will be no need for that. Get up, boy! You have proven yourself quite powerful indeed; and I would be a fool no to let you into my Inner Circle."
"I--Thank you my Lord." the man said boldly, straightening himself up. Voldemort simply nodded and extended his arm.
"Give me your arm. No need for proper innitiation." The man pulled up one of his sleeves and held his forearm out to Voldemort, knowing quite well what was going to happen next. Voldemort tapped his wand on the mans skin and mumbled a spell to himself. The man took a sharp intake of breath as a tattoo began to form upon his skin. Voldemort smiled down at it.
"Who would have known."
Back at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, Christmas was in the air. It was two days into the Christmas holidays, and Hogwarts castle was near empty. Only a select few students had remained at the Castle, and three of these students were Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. So far the holidays had been quite uneventful for the trio, and Ron was not wasting any time in expressing his dismay at that one fact.
"It's only TWO days into the holidays, and it's already been boring as hell!" Ron complained loudly as he and Hermione made their way down some stairs, their direction not quite planned.
"Oh Ron, do stop complaining! Like you said, it only has been 2 days!" Hermione huffed, rolling her eyes.
"Nothing ever happens here! I should have gone home!"
"Yes, well, maybe you should ha--" Hermione started, in retort, but stopped talking as Professor McGonagall hurried past them, clearly muttering 'Missing! A student missing! Just disappeared! Must alert Albus...!' McGonagall continued past them without even casting a quick glance in their direction, and she barely noticed the three pairs of eyes staring at her.
Yes, three.
As Ron and Hermione turned to look at each other in alarm, a pair of eyes watching McGonagall turn the corner narrowed. "Interesting..." came a muttered opinion, as the eyes and their owner were engulfed by darkness.
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