Thread: Dark's Hold

Draco wanted to pay attention to Daemon, like his son was, Scorpio beaming with pride at his younger brothers ascension to the throne, he too seamed completely oblivious to his fathers ailments as he, and all the other death eaters clapped their approval of their new Dark Lord, all of them knew Scorpio was going to accomplish such things, things that Voldemort had never been able to comprehend. Harry was staring in astonishment at those ruby red eyes, a direct contract to his emerald green, because like hellfire, it was said that a child born into the light, would have eyes as clear as emerald grass that lined the heavens. he pressed a finger to his lips when he noticed Hugo and Rose notice him, a flash of panic in those emerald eyes as he watched Daemon coming closer, swallowing thickly as he carefully eased himself into the back of the group. Scorpio grinned as he set fire to the crown, grinning as he turned to look at his father, gasping as he realized his father had gone stark white, as if he had seen a ghost. he dropped to his knees next to his old father and took the man's hand. father!? what is it!? he demanded, his eyes worried as Draco pointed to Harry, Scorpio scowling a little, Draco too astonished to say, or do anything. just rest Father... Scorpio ordered before drawing his own sword, mostly for show but with a deadly gleaming edge to it as he advanced on Harry, who swallowed thickly. you! step forward, pull back your hood! Scorpio demanded, well aware the only reason Draco would act like that is if something was very wrong. Harry hesitated and stepped forward, pulling back his hood, and for a moment the world seamed to stand still as everyone gazed upon the visage of Harry potter, as young as always, pictures of him and his accomplishments, and ultimate destruction everyone had seen, the Lightning bolt scar proving him to be who everyone thought he was. ... H..Harry... Potter!? Scorpio asked, astonished, lifting his sword to Harry's neck, emerald eyes flashing, but there was no fear, harry just lifted his chin, the sword settling at the hollow in his neck... NO! Draco roared, driving himself to his feet, something he hadn't done in years, normally wheelchair bound. it startled Scorpio, but he pulled the blade away from Harry's throat, Draco collapsing back into his chair, panting hard. you mustn't kill him... Draco ordered clutching at his heart again. you! he ordered some underling death eater. fetch me my potion! he ordered, Harry watching Draco, and then watching Scorpio intently before turning to look at Daemon. so, that thing can reproduce after all. Harry stated softly. we'd all wondered. he admitted studying Daemon. yes, i am Harry potter... though, i was sure i was dead. he admitted, Draco settling into his wheelchair and allowing the death eater who had assisted him to push him over to Harry. we all thought you where dead Potter. Draco growled, studying him. don't you ever die? .. i guess not, i'm annoying that way. the crowd was whispering, astonished that Harry had apparently risen from the dead, all of them looking shocked, the dark filled with an uncertainty, as if they weren't sure what that meant for their reign. everyone knew the reason that the light had been winning was because of the Potters, and ultimately because of Harry killing Voldemort the first time. what if he managed to rally the light back into power? they couldn't allow this to happen right? the sea of dark cloaks where shifting and muttering, wondering if Daemon was going to allow this ghost to live, wondering if Draco would allow it, the old blond was pretty insistent on keeping Harry alive for some reason, maybe senility, or misplaced memories, whatever the case, it was up to Daemon to decide Harry's fate, and even now Draco and Scorpio where facing Daemon, waiting for a decision.