Thread: Dark's Hold

Harry had gone to war that day, knowing he was going to die, he had been unable to find the last horcruxes, Voldemort had discovered the items missing, and had made more, hiding them in new places in a cat and mouse game with Harry. Harry had searched for years, trying to find them, but when he realized that Voldemort was just laying out fakes, he realized that there was no stopping the man but to kill him, and then hunt down the horcruxes, so hunt down the man he did despite protests from everyone, they had followed, and into war they had gone, Harry and Voldemort in the middle as fighting and screaming took place all around him. when the spell had struck him, he'd been almost relieved as darkness enveloped him, welcoming death, until he suddenly found himself in a garden, watching a party from bushes, hedges.. a maze, he was in a maze, and he recognized those silver marble walls. Malfoy Manor... what was going on? he watched in astonishment as he saw a man, who looked very much like Voldemort talking to... he could swear, a very old Draco Malfoy... and in fact, two men in particular caught his attention, one who looked like a carbon copy of a young Lucius Malfoy, and the other looking almost like the young tom riddle Harry had seen in memories. he watched a young Scorpius hand a long sword to to the riddle Heir, and swallowed thickly as he watched Draco smile at Daemon, nodding once, offering his support and loyalty. Draco had spent all of Daemon's lifetime sheltering the boy from Voldemort's madness, probobly the only reason Scorpius himself wasn't mad. the two Malfoy men, father and son, where more Daemon's family than Voldemort ever had been. Draco smiled as he got up from his chair, removing the little gold circlet that Voldemort had insisted on wearing ever since he had destroyed harry, and settled it on Scorpius's head. congratulations, you, are the new Dark Lord. he kissed Daemon's forehead and smiled at the boy. Congradulations my son. he stated calmly, gently gripping the boy's shoulder before he noticed soemthing in the shadows of the maze, a face... no... it couldn't be... Harry!? he staggered and collapsed into his chair with a bright gasp as he clutched his heart, wondering if maybe he was having a heart attack or a seizure that he was seeing the dead Harry Potter, the fright had sent his heart into palpitations, common in his old age and painful, but not dangerous. he looked back over at the maze and swallowed thickly, the face was still there, and it was on the move. oh Merlin help us. Draco breathed, wondering what was going to happen with Harry potter, who was obviously real, back in the world. Harry had seen enough, he felt sick, and furious. Voldemort dead, apparently by his own son's hands. it wasn't fair, Harry spent over half of his entire life looking for a way to kill that madman. ever since he was eleven Harry had been battling Voldemort and now the man was dead just because someone had shoved a sword in his ribs. he headed over to the group wearing bright white robes, he knew they where on the light side of the war, they looked terrified to be in this huge setting. he noticed eyes on him and he looked up to see Draco, paling to almost the shade of Draco's as sparkling emerald met liquid silver before he ducked down and fashioned himself a pure lily white robe using a spell, pulling the hood over his face, knowing Draco was still watching him, he headed over to mingle with the other white robes, watching, waiting for his chance to get the hell out of there, noticing a flash of red and a bushy hair that harry recognized almost immediately. Ron and Hermione, no... he caught their faces when they looked at each other, clearly unsure what to think of the death scene in front of them. they where Ron and Hermione's children, Harry was certain he could trust them.... certain of it. he just had to wait for Draco's response, either Draco said nothing, or he called out Harry right then and there.