Dark Side

Echoing Voices

A/N Hey! Sorry this update is so late, it was half unrelenting writer's block, and half procrastination. Enjoy, finally.

Draco

We stand, Hermione having just filled me in on what they had found out in the Shreiking Shack. Then a voice reverberates through the air, chilling me down to my bones.

"You have fought valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery."

I grit my teeth at this, the chill being replaced by a fire, a hatred so deep, my hands clench automatically. I had squeezed Harry's hand, and he traces circles on the back of my hand to calm me down. I relax that hand, letting him think I'm okay, but tighten my grip on my wand, knuckles going white.

"Yet you have sustained heavy losses." Voldemort continues, "If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss, and a waste.

"Lord Voldemort is merciful."

I scoff at this lie, hating the way he adresses everyone. From far away, locked up, away from the actual war, condecending, nowhere to get away from him, all they can do is listen and wait for him to finish.

Two can play at this game.

Harry

I look over at Draco, he had his wand pointed at his throat, murmuring incantations, rage flickering in his eyes.

"Merciful?" Draco's voice echoes throughout the grounds, just the way Voldemort's did.

There is a pause for a moment, Voldemort rendered speechless, along with everyone else in the vacinity, all staring at Draco.

He continues, voice still at a normal volume, but shaking with rage, barely controlled.

"You have the nerve to call yourself merciful? You do not understand the concept of mercy. You torture and kill innocent men, you order your followers to kill children. You don't even do it yourself. You sit there, in the Shreiking Shack, away from the battle.

"That's right, don't think we didn't know where you were. I know you better than anyone, never forget that. You trusted me, you told me everything, and I was screwing you over. Not only did you fall for it completely, you made me your number one.

"And now, you're going to get a taste of your own medicine, and you're going to sit there, and listen to me. I know so much more than you could even imagine, Tom."

The last word appears to be casual, but is dripping with so much venom, it sends shivers down my spine, chilling me, but also filling me with a fire, a hatrid, a desire to fight back, a need to fire a spell straight into Voldemort's throat.

Draco continues, voice cool, calm, but icy. "I know all about you past. I know it was you who opened the Chamber of Secrets, pinned it on Hagrid and the acromantulas, but any idiot would have known it was a basilisk in the chamber. Good thing you had everyone fooled about you. You did things differently then didn't you? You didn't kill or torture then though, you tricked them with your looks, you were nothing more than a moronic whore then."

A stab of pain shot through my scar, white hot rage, Draco was hitting a nerve, he was affecting him. I don't know whether was doing this out of strategy, trying to stop Voldemort from thinking clearly, or if he had just had enough and was just speaking the truth. Either way, it was working.

Complete silence had fallen, the only thing to be heard was Draco's voice, echoing throughout Hogwarts. Everyone was in awe of Draco, hanging on his every word, myself included. I had no idea what he was going to say next, but I couldnt wait to find out.