Thread: Dark's Hold

Draco frowned a little as he watched Harry stalk off, his head tilted. he knew harry well enough to know that Harry didn't just hate someone for no reason, and while he had said he didn't hate Victoria, Draco had seen that flash of fear mixed with fury when he had seen Victoria, and that made him nervous. i am not! Draco complained. i'm grumpy, there's a BIG difference. he complained smirking at Daemon. besides your the one who's moody. he teased. tomorrow will be... interesting to be sure, not so certain about fun. he admitted Scorpio chuckling a little as Scorpio helped his father to bed. he had to chuckle as he heard the noises coming from his brothers chambers, shaking his head as he checked on Harry, who was sleeping peacefully and looking ever so handsome. as Daemon paced relentlessly through the manor, Harry had his normal dreams of pain and terror, but for once they where not enhanced by Voldemort, and he found himself sleeping peacefully for the first time in over nine years. he woke in the morning and slid out of bed, rubbing his eyes and used magic to scrub himself and his clothes clean, stealing a set of robes from the closet in his room, some of Daemon's old robes that he wore no longer, amusingly enough Harry chose a silver robe edged with white and black, as if to further imprint the fact that he was neutral on everyone around him. he headed into the kitchen for breakfast, enjoying a simple fruit salad as he watched the world wake up around him, sighing a little as he pondered what he was supposed to do with his life now. every aspect of his life had been destroying Voldemort, and now that creature was dead, leaving only Daemon and a Malfoy and two Weasley children, all of whom where expecting something from him. so who did he go to? he couldn't just leave and hide, that was cowardly and Harry refused to be claimed a coward. but then where did he go and what did he do? help Daemon in his global wide bid for power? join the light and eliminate the dark arts all together? neither option was good, neither option would bring the balance... so what was he to do? start his own branch of the war? that was no good either. he sighed and ordered a house elf to bring him a pack of cigarettes and headed out to the garden for a smoke. he was surprised to see Daemon out there nearly in the nude, and he examined the Tattoo curiously as he walked over to the other, lighting up his cigarette before standing next to Daemon, taking a deep inhale. i raided your closet, hope you don't mind. he stated simply, blowing smoke out through his nose offering Daemon the pack. and i stole your cigarettes too. he admitted smirking a little before his face fell. you see that well over there? he asked indicating the ancient well that no one considered tearing down, no matter how ugly it was. that's where me and my two freinds, hermione and Ron got in at. he admitted. it was a lot closer to the house then... i guess i sort of blew up most of the house huh? he asked simply, taking another long drag of his cigarette. i've been thinking for hours now... and i just keep coming to a stand still no matter what option i choose. he admitted simply. it's like being in those damn tunnels all over again... lost, and alone... but i know the tunnels will eventually lead me to where i need to be. he admitted sighing a little. but by then i've already ruined half the goal. he admitted shaking his head. this whole thing is a mess... everyone expects something of me... even you and Draco do... and don't lie, i know you have every intention of using me, i just don't know for what yet... he took another long drag of his cigarette and stomped it out under his heal, blowing the smoke out of his nose again. what do you think i should do? he asked looking over at the other. i can't run and hide... that option has long been denied me... but neither can i just join a side of the war, when i have no idea whats going on... i don't know who's right and who's wrong anymore... he closed his eyes. i have a terrible feeling that i'm going to find out that your both just as right as you are wrong... he opened his eyes again and looked over at Daemon. what are your views on muggles and muggle borns? he asked simply. and i want the honest truth, don't just tell me what i want to hear... i will be able to tell if you lie. he admitted simply, pulling out another cigarette and lighting it up. my friend Lupin used to say these where going to kill me. he admitted simply. if only that where true...