'Draco walked down the seemingly never ending corridor, alternating between a slow meander in an effort to give himself more time, and a half sprint, to get there in good time and not make...him...more angry. At the same time as this awkward jog down the corridor he had loosened and re-tied his tie several times. he felt as if the object were choking him, feeling as though it was constricting itself around his neck, and he was sure he heard it hiss when he first tried to remove the object, but it must be his imagination, he told himself, before re-tying it to make himself look presentable.
Draco could see the door now just ahead of him. he looked behind him into the long stretch of darkness and nothing, as if he had been walking on the spot until the door had decided to come forward. He stopped still, looking up at the great , shiny black door with metallic snakes forming an intricate pattern across its frame.
Draco could barely breathe now, his hands pulling hard and frantic at his tie, which only tightened and hissed, an unmistakably real hiss. He could feel his eyes bulging and his head pounding, body demanding the air it was lacking. he had almost convinced himself that this was his punishment and let himself fall back into the overwhelming darkness he saw snaking into the corners of his eyes, when the door he could see through his blurred vision slowly and smoothly slid open, and with it the tie stopped squeezing and hissing around him. He gasped, desperately taking in as much air as his lungs could manage, and this time removed his tie completely, throwing it aside.
"Draco, my dear boy, so glad you could make it"
Draco's heart doubled its pace at the sound of his voice, thudding loud in his ears, as if it was letting him know it was ready to run whenever he was, and everything about this told him to so so.
"My Lord" he whispered feebly, but his shaky voice carried easily throughout the echoing halls around them.
Draco took in the scene with a quick darting look, The only door was the one he had came through... that he could see. Behind Voldemort was a room as long as the the corridor outside, wider, but just as grey black were the walls and floors.
Then there was the Dark Lord, who, even with his pale skin, still seemed to be surrounded by a crushing blackness. And he was smiling. Arms open slightly as if this were a casual greeting, seeing an old friend over for dinner for the first time in years.
Draco shuffled from foot to foot, The Dark Lords calmness making his nerves intensify uneasily.
"Don't be shy, Draco. Come closer, I have something for you" Voldemort soothed in a sickly sweet tone, before lifting his robe and letting it slide off something on the floor that was covered by a white veil that almost seemed to glow amongst the ever darkening room. The white veil rested on the figure after it had stopped wisping about slightly, to reveal the shape of a body.
Draco had never felt so cornered and off edge his entire life, he could feel his heart pounding heavy on his rib cage, yelling at him to run, get out of there!
But he couldn't move, he felt paralysed.
"Draco, I gave you a task didn't I? To kill Dumbledore, yes?" He questioned patronisingly, as if he himself had forgotten, all the while looking down at the body by his feet.
"Y-yes, m-y Lord" Draco closed his eyes and attempted to swallow the lump in his throat, also looking down at the body before him, suddenly unable to look anywhere else.
"Then why do I find out, that you weren't the one to do so? That Severus. Did the deed." Although his tone was still smooth as honey, it was thickly dripping with venom.
Draco couldn't breath again now, taking short sharp breaths, but there was nothing around his neck this time.
"I... I am sorry, my Lord, it... I..."
"Shhshhh, fretting over it won't do anyone any good now, my boy.
now, I am also aware that you did get my death eaters into Hogwarts, alone, and for that reason, I won't torture you before i kill you"
Draco's brain was whirring now, screaming at his legs to run, even if to no avail. He couldn't die like this, not here, not alone, not without...
"But, there is a way I can allow you to live" Voldemort added suddenly, sighing as if he really wanted to try and help, as if he were being made to do this.
"A-anything for you, my Lord" Draco hated how he had to speak to him, but he didn't have a choice, he wanted to live, just like anyone else.
The dark lord smiled.
"Good"
He then lifted his wand, and with a simple flick, the veil hiding the body before him slithered off, to reveal the figure lying there. It was Her.
Draco's entire body lurched forward, breaking free for a second from the paralysis to run to her, but something stopped him. His father stood behind him to his right, his mother on the left, both looking solemn, but stern, both holding him back.
Voldemort lifted his bare foot, snaking it forward and using it to turn her head to face Draco, as if he were moving a dead animal to see if it were truly dead yet.
"Oh, she's still alive, Draco, just alive enough to see you, and your fine work"
He smirked, enjoying the look of panic and self disgust on Draco's face.
Voldemort pointed his wand at Draco now.
"I want you to tell me that you don't have feelings for the girl, and that you serve me and only me. Then you may leave unharmed"
For the first time since they had met, Draco looked the dark lord dead the eye.
"And her too" it sounded like a question, but it was a mask for his request.
Voldemort's smile widened, an expression which didn't belong on his face, it seemed to stretch unnaturally across his features, as if forced to be there.
"And her too"
Draco took a deep breath.
"My Lord, I-"
"Not to me, Draco, tell her" he hissed.
Draco stared at him for a moment, before letting his eyes fall into hers, his Naria. which were filled with sadness, it was the same look she would give him before she would hug him and stroke his hair and tell him everything would be fine, that she was there. But she couldn't do that now. And Draco couldn't return the favour. He felt his own eyes beginning to sting, and decided it best to get this over with so he could pick her up into his arms and leave.
"I don't care for you, Naria, I never have, I serve the Dark Lord and him only, that is where my loyalties lie" His voice was suddenly steady and clear, as it always was when he was lying, because lies were safe, no one could hurt you with a lie.
A single tear traced its way down Naria's bruised and dirty cheek. He had never seen so much pain, Merlin, did he want to make it stop.
Draco looked up nervously when he heard Voldemort chuckling.
The Dark Lord looked at him and smiled, before leaning In a bit and hissing,
"Liar"
Before he stepped back from the girl, lifting his wand high above him and aiming at Naria he yelled,
"AVADA KEDAVRA"
Draco Closed his eyes, as he screamed and kicked and cried, tugging against his fathers restraints.
The entire scene was enveloped by a bright green glow, the sounds merging together with every feeling held within.
Draco shot up in bed, panting manically, shivering and covered in sweat.
He turned on his light, spinning around the room, checking for any signs of what had happened, before he sighed, falling back onto his silken pillow.
It was just a dream.
Just a dream... But... Didn't he overhear Snape saying something about the Potter boy having a dream about Weasley that came true? What if Voldemort gave him a dream, too?
Draco squeezed his eyes closed, digging his palms into them, pushing out unwanted memories of his oh so vivid dream.
He leapt out of his bed, putting on a robe and walking briskly to the common room where he knew Naria had fallen asleep by the fire reading.
When he arrived and saw her there, curled up on the carpet, cuddling the big book she was reading, he let out a sigh of relief. She was okay. But with the things he had been doing... Who's to say she won't get mixed up in it all? He thought. That was the last thing Draco wanted. So he made his decision, as hard as it may be, he had to cut all cords to Naria. From now on, she meant nothing to him.
Draco shook his head to himself.
"Liar"
