Beautiful Scars

Chp 1

Draco's Pov

Blaise took a step forward, "Whether you like it or not, you have to accept this."

All I could feel was rage. I was tired of this. Tired of having no control of my life. Constantly having to adapt to the nonsense around me just to simply survive.

No more.

"I'm done with this Blaise," I said, "I'm done not being in control."

He stood still and watched me. If anyone knew what I meant, it would be him.

We grew up together. We fought together. We knew each other's tricks and we knew each other's fears. Yet, nonetheless, here we were with our wands pointed at each other.

Brother against brother.

For a moment, neither of us moved. It was quiet and the only thing we could hear was the other's breathing.

Suddenly, Blaise sent a disarming spell and I deflected it.

Let's go, Blaise.

We both shifted into our stances and looked at each other.

A wave of emotions flooded into me. Images of my family soared through my mind. I saw Blaise and me playing in my manors garden. The smell of the chocolate his mom made for us when we were younger.

I shook my head and tried to take control back. He was trying to distract me by getting into my head.

A trick that we learned from the Dark Lord himself.

I focused my energy and expelled him from my mind, but my lack of attention nearly cost me my balance. Blaise fired a spell and I ducked away from it and kneeled behind the couch.

Another spell flew overhead and exploded against the wall behind me. Rubble sprayed out and small pieces flew back towards me.

I cast a Protego and leaned into the couch, waiting for the next attack. I couldn't hear anything, and when you're in a fight, that's not a good sign.

I needed to find a way to create distance between us.

Blaise has always been extremely good at fighting in short spaces. If I wasn't careful, he would slowly break me down, and then, when he saw an opportunity, he'd subdue me.

He was one of the most technical fighters I knew.

The room began to fill with a strange smell. I peeked around the couch and noticed Blaise spreading gas around the edges of the room.

Sleeping gas.

I needed to move now.

I blasted the couch I was hiding behind towards him and turned to look at my opponent. He raised his hand, and the couch was burned to a crisp, inches before it could touch him.

I pointed my wand above my head, "Avis."

A small flock of birds appeared, and they shot across the room towards Blaise. He incinerated the first few and surrounded himself with an orb of light to deflect the rest.

I blasted water out of my wand and spread it across the room to dispel the gas.

"Why do you care so much, Blaise?" I asked, as I flickeda my wand and stopped the water.