Futurum Amare, Future love

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DREAMS AND TONES
Draco POV

Important text
Talking
Direct Memory

"Draco! Years ago I knew a boy, who made all the wrong choices...please. Let me help you."

"I don't want your help! Don't you understand- I have to do this...I have to kill you...or he's gonna kill me..."

"Well! What do we have here. Well do it Draco..."

"Good evening Belletrix. I think introductions are in order don't you."

"What to else, but I'm afraid we're on a bit of a tight schedule. Do it!"

"He doesn't have the strength- just like his father."

"I finish it and be on our way."

"No! We mustn't, the boy must do it. This is your point. Do it. Go on Draco~ NOW!!"

"No..."

"Serverus...."

"..."

"Please..."

"Avada-codavra."

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"Gah!! Hah..." sweat drips from my forehead.

I feel the wet pool at the base of my neck on my bare chest and lower back. I feel my damp hair drape over my head as the sides of my face are plastered with the shorter strands. My eyes scan the room frantically as I search my surroundings. Room. My room. My house. The Malfoy Manner.

I reach up noticing my shaky hands, I push my hair off my face and forehead as it slickly and oily stays back. Atop my head. I drop my hands between my knees, which stood as I plastered my feet to the bed. Still shaky. I try and try, brush off the feeling. That feeling of being watched. I'm alright. I watch my hands as the shaking slows. Balling my hands into fist and digging my nails deeply into my palms. I release my hands after five seconds and wait another five to repeat the process. Just as they stopped shaking the door creaks slightly. I shoot my head in it's direction staring the door down, which is cracked open. My door. My door...

I don't sleep in my old room anymore... My door. I reach for the sheet wanting to toss them off and run, then finding myself unable to more, binded, paralyzed. The door creaks again, this time looking up its wider. A green eye with grey whites stares back at me. Not one I want to see, I can only see. My hands. They shake again. I stare into the eyes. Slitted down the middle, a harsh texture. Like that of a snake. Over with. Get it over with. I want it over with! Attack! JUMP AT ME! Yell! TELL ME I HAVE TO KILL, Attack me! Why, what's happening. I can't more, the eyes only burrow into my mind. I know these eyes. Do something.

If it won't why can't it I. Do something! I try to scream, I want to claw at my throat as it drys and sticks to itself. I try to scream and it burns. I can't pull my eyes from the next pair. I'm stuck. Do something. I try my legs, my toes, my fingers. They only shake, and twitch. I can't move.

*creak*

My eyes meet those directly to my right, those pale gray and snake patterned eyes. Voldemort hovers over me. He stares just as he had in the door way. I still can't more. I just watch, feel. As he grabs my throat with his claw nail hands. One finger piercing my skin. Know my body shifts to comfortably face him. He stares down my eyes, watch's my moves, if I could. He looks through my mind, through me. He finds what he wants he tightens his grip. And I can't. I can't breath! My legs kick as I'm pushed on my back. My eyes don't leave his, I can't look away.