The Dark Mark (The Girl Who Lived part II)

Pandora's Box

Author's Note: I decided to make this chapter really long (10276 words to be exact) because it's the 25th chapter which I think is somewhat of a milestone. So I hope you enjoy. Please comment and vote. The next chapter will be released sometime next week.       - Sincerely, Chopinssonata

"Mr. Potter". Snape called on Harry, which diverted his attention from our conversation to Snape who spoke to him in such tone that could be found offensive even by the most oblivious people on the Earth. "How about you help me demonstrate how nonverbal spells work? You must completely understand the concept of nonverbal spells to be having a one-sided conversation with Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy". "But I obviously wasn't the only one talking. Malfoy was talking just as loud as I was. I don't see why you feel as though you need to pick on me". "Harry, don't get yourself into trouble". I whispered in his ear. But it only snowballed down from there. The argument only resulted in his detention. Instead, Snape chose Neville to be his guinea pig for the nonverbal spell. Neville reluctantly agreed. Draco dragged me around class to class. The only real time I had time away from him without his constant commands was during meals and when I retired to my room for the night. I was the last one to arrive at lunch. I took my usual seat in between Harry and Neville to find that everyone's attention had been fixated on what appeared to be an ordinary copy of Advanced Potion Making, our textbook for Potions. "What's that?" I asked them as soon as I had sat down. "I didn't purchase a textbook for Potions, so I had to borrow one from the school. This textbook contains improvements on every potion in here". Harry explained, and flipped through the many pages of the book that had been scribbled on. 

To the visual eye, the book didn't seem threatening in any manner. But there was something about that book that just didn't seem right. Hermoine sensed this too. "How do we know that it's harmless?" She was as skeptical as I was. "A book? Harmful? Those two words shouldn't even belong in the same sentence". Ron brushed off the idea. "What about Tom Riddle's diary?" Hermoine brought us back to our second year at Hogwarts. Harry and Ron sided with each other while Neville, Hermoine, and I were on the other. Lunch ended with us getting nowhere. Pointless arguing of the truth behind the book. "I don't think it'd be a good idea to use the book for a while until we determine the true nature of the book". I said to Harry as we began heading to our next class. "But-" "Please?" I looked up at him. "Alright". We said our goodbye's and went our separate ways. 

The days of my being Draco's servant painfully passed by. Never had a week been slower. Every minute felt like hours on end. The tasks he would assign me were ridiculous. Once he wanted me to peel him a grape. Another time, he commanded me to fan him with the largest leaf I had ever seen. Thank goodness, today was the last day I would have to obey him. 

"Come along, slave". Draco said, leading me out to the courtyard. I slowly walked behind him. He made me carry everything. His wand, his ten pounds worth of text books, and anything else you could imagine he would carry, and the rest of my things. When I argued with him, he'd simply say, "do my bidding, slave" and motion towards what he wanted done. He stopped abruptly. I ran into his back, and struggled to keep myself standing. "I want to sit here". He gestured to the grass. "So? What's the problem?" "The grass is dirty". "Well, that's nature. What do you want me to do about it?" "Fix it". He said it as simple as that. As if I had the ability to make all nature "suitable" for him. I pulled out a blanket that he carried in his bag for whatever reason and spread it onto the grass. He spread himself across the blanket. Draco shifted into many different positions but yet still wasn't able to make himself comfortable. He patted the blanket for me to sit beside him. I carefully placed the bags of his and my things on the ground and settled myself onto the blanket. "Be my pillow". He said, placing his head on my lap. He laid there comfortably. So much, that it seemed as though he were drifting off to sleep.