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CHAPTER 7--The Darkness Devours
Draco slammed into his private room with half of the lunch period left. He noticed, true to Dumbledore's word, that a tray of sandwiches was sitting on his desk, but hunger was the last thing on his mind.
He had more pressing matters to worry about. One being the little chat he'd just had with the Headmaster, and two, his father's disembodied head was floating inside his fireplace.
"Hello, Dragon."
"Father." Draco replied warily. "What do you want?"
"Just wanted to check up on you; see how things are progressing with that little project we discussed."
"Nothing has been accomplished, Father." Draco drawled in a faintly mocking tone. "Obviously if Potter was dead, the whole Wizarding world would be inconsolable. When I finally kill him, I'll be sure to let you know FIRST."
"I don't care for your tone, Dragon."
"I don't care for you calling me "˜Dragon', but that hasn't stopped you before. And I really don't give a fuck WHAT you care for." Draco snarled. "We're not at home right now. Right now, and at the risk of sounding like a Muggle, we're on MY turf and I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me the fuck alone so I can do my job!" Draco knew he was treading on thin ice, but at the moment he couldn't bring himself to care. He was so tired of being his father's puppet that he was becoming a little bit reckless.
It felt GOOD.
"You will be severely punished for your cheek when you get home for Christmas holidays." Lucius vowed.
"I can't wait." Draco snapped, completely irritated at his father's intrusion. "Was there anything else you wanted?"
The hologram of his father flickered briefly. "Did you speak to Dumbledore like we discussed during the summer?"
"Yeah. He believes that I want to be a spy for his side." *Yeah right.*
"Did you show him the Mark?"
Draco unconsciously rubbed his tender forearm. "Yes, I showed him."
"What was his reaction?"
"He threw a bloody party for me in celebration, Father, what do YOU think?!"
Lucius' cold, gray eyes narrowed in barely restrained rage. "You will definitely pay for your insolence, boy."
"You can torture me all you want during winter break, I promise. Now kindly get lost."
The image of his father began to fade, when suddenly Draco remembered what he'd been so upset about in the first place. "Father, wait!"
Lucius reappeared. "What is it?"
Draco took a deep breath and steeled himself for the worst. "The Prefect position that I got--the one that Blaise Zabini was supposed to have—people are talking, Father. You didn't—you didn't DO anything to him did you?"
Lucius smiled wickedly until it really wasn't a smile at all. "I have no idea what you are talking about, DRAGON."
Then he was gone.
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~MALFOY MANOR~
Lucius Malfoy was furious. Just who the hell did that ungrateful brat think he was? After all he had done for the boy"¦only to be treated with such disrespect. But he would PAY come Christmas. Lucius vowed that he would take it out of his son's stubborn hide in spades.
And what was this nonsense about Blaise Zabini? Lucius knew the boy had been declared missing in a small article in the Daily Prophet three months ago, but that was all. There was something else he'd read too, but he couldn't quite remember what it was now. He really hadn't paid that much attention to the article. The Zabini family was very low down in the Death Eater scale. They were considered weak--always had been. They were hardly worth his time and effort, so he'd just skimmed the article in passing.
But something continued to bother him about that article. What WAS it?
Suddenly there came a knock at the door to his study.
"WHAT?!" He snarled.
The door opened hesitantly. "Mr. Malfoy, sir, our Lord wishes to speak with you immediately in the dungeons." The Death Eater relayed his message and stood at attention, waiting for a reply. "What should I tell him, sir?"
"I'll be there right away."
The man bowed respectfully and hurried out. Lucius tried to compose himself. What was he going to tell Voldemort about Draco? His son was suddenly showing far too much backbone than he liked, and Voldemort would not be pleased. Lucius didn't care if Voldemort was angry at Draco, so long as he wasn't angry with HIM for his son's yet to be revealed transgressions.
Striding out of the room, he swept past Narcissa without a second glance and made his way down into the dungeons. Tortured screams rendered the air and the stench of death and decay clung to the walls like a second skin. Many Muggles, Muggle loving Wizards and Wizards of Muggle descent had spilled blood within these dark, dank corridors.
Their howls of agony were music to Lucius' ears.
He continued on until he reached Voldemort's enormous lair. The Dark Lord--also known as Tom Marvolo Riddle once upon a time--sat surrounded by legions and legions of Death Eaters. Every single one of them, man and woman, had bowed their heads to pay homage to Voldemort. Lucius immediately knelt down at the front and joined in the monotonous chanting.
"All hail Voldemort, the Dark Lord shall rise! All hail Voldemort, the Dark Lord shall rise!" Over and over the cacophonous mantra grew steadily louder until it sounded almost like an unearthly howl emitted from inhuman lips. Voldemort hummed with pleasure and cast red eyes in Lucius' direction.
"Come, Lucius, we need to speak in private." He shouted over the din. The two left the lair and headed down the corridor until they reached a secluded door.
"What news do you have for me, Lucius?"
The older Malfoy almost cringed in something akin to fear. "Draco unfortunately seems to be a wild card, My Lord."
Red eyes flashed angrily. "I see. Do you think he will fail us?" The serpentine man--if you could still call him a man--hissed.
"Not necessarily, My Lord." Lucius was quick to soothe. It was he who had insisted they put the Dark Mark on Draco in the first place, and he did not want Voldemort to remember that just now. "I DO believe the boy has his own agenda however."
Voldemort was silent for a moment. "I figured as much. Draco is a very proud and stubborn young man. We need to be sure we can trust him, so I am going to use the Vessel."
The Vessel belonged to Voldemort and was killed and reborn, then killed and reborn again. The Vessel shared the Dark Lord's blood and was the true bringer of misery, pain and death. The bringer of all things evil and depraved.
He was the bringer of chaos.
"Isn't--" And here Lucius DID cringe as Voldemort unlocked the door they were standing by with a flick of his hand. "Isn't that a bit extreme?" Lucius had never seen the Vessel, but he had heard Voldemort speak of it. Everything he'd heard was nothing short of terrifying.
A foul smell wafted out as the door swung open to reveal a set of steel bars that separated them from the room's sole occupant. Granted, there were two more people inside the dark cell, but they didn't count.
After all, they were dead.
"Nothing is too extreme when it comes to my plans, Lucius. Nothing." Voldemort hissed and fell silent. For several minutes they stood there staring in the pitch black room.
Red eyes peered back out at them.
"What are we waiting for?" Lucius almost snapped in his impatience. "Why won't you open the gate?"
"We're waiting for him to calm down. He hasn't—eaten in a few days."
"Well, we can get him something from the kitchens can't we?"
"Oh no, my dear." Here Voldemort chuckled, and the sound of it was like dead leaves rustling across the ground--full of rot and decay. "Oh no, he has his eye on YOU. But if you really want me to open the gate NOW—that can be arranged."
Lucius blanched as white as his silver blonde hair. "No! We'll wait, my Lord."
Finally, Voldemort was satisfied and with another wave of his withered hand, the bars vanished. Still nothing happened. Lucius trembled violently--he could FEEL the red eyes trained on him. It was not a pleasant feeling.
"Come little one." Voldemort coaxed as if talking to a baby. "Come on out, but you have to promise not to bite Lucius here. I promise he's not nearly as tasty as he looks."
If he hadn't been so terrified, Lucius would have taken serious offense to that.
"Dark." Came a voice from within--gravelly from constant screaming and later, disuse. There was a shuffling sound and a shadow inside the cell shifted away from the rest of the darkness. It was disconcerting to say the least how this shadow took on a form; was made whole—
"What is taking him so long?" Lucius whispered.
"He's saying goodbye to his parents of course. He's shared a cell with them for months now. He loved them very much you know. Went quite mad when he was forced to eat them alive. This will be the first time in almost three months that he's stepped foot outside this room. I had to keep him locked away you know, so that you wouldn't see him. Plus, he kept eating the staff."
Lucius went ever paler as Voldemort cast a lighting spell to illuminate inside the Vessel's room. There was blood EVERYWHERE. Red splattered the walls and stained the floor and ceiling. It sat in the corners like dried brownish-red puddles. No wonder the smell was unbearable. But the sight that honestly unnerved him was the sight of the Vessel lovingly kissing and hugging two blood stained skeletons—
—Without a stitch of clothing on. The Vessel was likewise streaked with blood and bits of loose skin. Lucius had to fight not to throw up his lunch.
"Come, little one. Make haste, for there is much to do." Voldemort coaxed again. This time, the Vessel moved forward into the corridor, his red eyes darting back and forth between Voldemort and Lucius. His long, black hair hung like tattered curtains of night around his thin face--shielding him from view.
"It—is dark inside. Dark where I am." The Vessel mumbled mournfully. "And mummy and daddy won't answer."
Lucius saw the madness in the red eyes and decided to humor him. "Perhaps mummy and daddy are sleeping."
Big mistake. Suddenly the master of the manor found himself slammed up against the wall and dangling several feet above the ground. He barely heard Voldemort's excited laughter as he was too busy gaping in shock and terror at the haunted, mad face of"¦
"Blaise? Blaise Zabini?!" He gasped out. This is what became of the missing boy? Voldemort had been hiding him HERE? What on earth had Voldemort done to the boy? Blaise looked positively ravaged and utterly destroyed. Lucius always knew that the Dark Lord was preparing a Vessel to bring about destruction and chaos upon the earth--but he never dreamed it was Blaise Zabini. As far as Lucius was concerned, the teen had just simply disappeared at the start of last summer--according to the article in the paper. Suddenly, the nagging thought he'd had earlier struck him. He now remembered the rest of the article. Blaise's parents had also been declared missing.
And now they had been found. Dead and eaten alive by their very own flesh and blood.
In Lucius's own home.
Had Voldemort planned it this way? How the hell was Lucius going to explain this to the authorities should they find out? He was soon brought back to the present when the force holding him to the wall started crushing his windpipe.
"My mummy and daddy are NOT sleeping because I killed them!" Blaise growled as his red eyes kept Lucius pinned to the stone wall. "And I WOULD kill you too, but Daddy doesn't want me to." Here he looked back at the serpentine creature. "Do you Daddy?"
"No, my boy. Put him down now—we still need him alive. For now."
Blaise mock pouted and let Lucius fall in an ungraceful heap onto the ground. Panting harshly, the man cowered before the Dark Lord and his Vessel. Blaise, quite unaffected by his nudity, stood proudly beside Voldemort and started stroking his half erect cock and moaning loudly.
"None of that NOW, my boy." Voldemort hissed as he gently fondled Blaise's manhood briefly. "We need to get you cleaned up. After all, I need you to do something for me." He motioned for the boy to walk on ahead and Blaise obediently moved down the corridor. Voldemort glanced back at Lucius as he tried to stand up. "And as for you, Lucius, don't think I have forgotten just whose idea was it to bring Draco into this. And now, since we are unsure of his intentions, I have to send Blaise in. For that, Lucius, for making me worry needlessly, you will pay." He pointed his gnarled hand towards the trembling blonde. "CRUCIO!"
And Lucius writhed in agony--his screams lost in the twisted corridors of the dungeons.
TBC...
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