Hypophrenia | h.p.

one | caraphernelia

o n e ➳ caraphernelia

Draco's eyes opened in the near darkness, at peace for the first time in ages; however, it had undoubtedly only lasted for a few blissful seconds. Then he remembered - in flashes of course - the contents of his dream. He shivered, recalling the bittersweet feeling of searching for something that simply wasn't there.

He glanced at the clock, unperturbed by how early in the morning it was. It had become the norm to wake up when the sun had not even brought its rays to the sky yet. Sighing, he hoisted his arse out of bed, and donned his black robes. He couldn't help but grimace at the mask, knowing that he would have to carry the mark of a murderer for the rest of his life.

❝God, this shouldn't fucking bother me this much anymore.❞ he muttered, placing it on his face.

Quietly as always, he proceeded down to where the rest of the lesser Death Eaters had gathered. He hardened his gaze, allowing not a single sliver of emotion pierce through the façade of false coldness, relishing the feeling of power as he watched the least loyal tremor in fear.

❝Do whatever you please; the only limitation is that you must leave no survivors. There will be no tolerance for failure.❞ he ordered monotonously, closing his eyes for a fraction of second.

He was going to spend hours trying to scrub the blood from his hands tonight.

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Leave no survivors.

Draco had said the phrase so many times, yet not once did he ever attempt to imagine what it must feel like to know that you are about to die - that you are completely and utterly helpless.

He scoffed, turning a blind eye on the thoughts of his future and past victims.

Theo and Blaise were already inside the shop, scouring the place for refugees and members of the Order alike. Deciding that it was time for him to enter, he calmly apparated into the third floor of the shop. With his wand resting familiarly in his hand, he strode around the small floor with leisure, until he was absolutely certain that the place was free of any life source.

Until he saw the barely perceptible flicker of red in the corner of his eye.

Instantly alert, he poised his wand in front of him, feeling the rush of adrenaline as he focused on the particular corner where the color had show itself.

❝Lumos. ❞

He nearly dropped his wand after seeing the face of the girl he had tried so very hard to forget.