We just want to be loved, guess we're bound to be lost.
A group of high societal pure blooded sorcerers born of different occult practices find themselves in the same scenario 290 years before their time.
Given a deadly task of recovering unknown...
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Miles away from the gang of Slytherins, in the depths of the dark unsettling forest loomed a great silvery reindeer peering over Gregory. The Goyle's were firm supporters of the Death-eaters, son of Mr Goyle (who had been a death-eater himself) and Mrs Goyle loyally tending to her husbands' side swore to the order solely to gain status and power.
The brunette boy who'd once been greeted with stares obnoxiously by simply walking down Diagon Alley is now greeted with stares of delight. Infatuating women with a sole glare, Gregory devoted two extensive years once graduated from Hogwarts to travel around Europe, training daily while collecting and hunting dragon eggs, for the land of dragons, the boy found himself absolutely captivated in training dragons in the hope to call one his own.
The reindeer greeted the disoriented boy with a mouth wide open, flashing his monstrous slobbered fangs, giving Gregory enough reason to let out a scream in terror. A scream loud enough to awaken the crows and hatch their eggs prematurely, as they flew away from their once resting place among the tree branches.
The reindeer cocked its head sideways, in disbelief.
Instantly the boy began tearing up, "I reckon if Draco wanted ta kill me, he sho'uldve just did it h'mself." Tears flowing down his flushed cheeks, "pranks gone long overboard, being twenty-one and all." Raising his arm in defence against the reindeer with his other hand franticly searching around for the only form of weapon he had.
The only happy memory Gregory had were with Draco and Blaise, excluding the fact that he could never figure out Draco's motives therefore always ensuring to keep on Draco's good-side. Gregory admired that, mysterious element about Draco, it gave him a sense of inferiority among other students to know he has always been there for the boy since they were children as Draco did the same.
Loyalty. He was always inspired by the gangs loyalty. Especially now, with the war that went on between Voldemort and Harry, causing them all to witness the deaths of many wizards whom they all went to school with, grew up with.
"I-I never w'nted to be some lousy death-eater anyway." The words flew easily out his mouth, as though he'd been waiting to admit.
"I- I just thought it would make me look good in front of Volde- I mean the Dark Lord and... perhaps to make the folks proud." In his search for his wand, Gregory instead found a rock aiming it directly inside the reindeers' mouth hoping to choke it.
This is it ah. Quite the sticky end. I... I knew my life would end languidly but I would've never seen this coming. The boy thought.
Even so, before Gregory focused on his position for aim, making enough effort for self-satisfaction in knowing he at least died in battle, the reindeer stuck out its tongue and wavered it along an open wound on Gregory's arm as he wailed in fear of meeting his end.
