Rating:
R
House:
The Dark Arts
Characters:
Draco Malfoy Harry Potter
Genres:
Drama Humor
Era:
Harry and Classmates Post-Hogwarts
Spoilers:
Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix Half-Blood Prince
Stats:
Published: 01/14/2009
Updated: 01/14/2009
Words: 1,044
Chapters: 1
Hits: 75

Unseeing Eyes

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Story Summary:
Post-war: Draco is blinded by some fellow Death Eaters and flees to the safest place in the wizarding world: Hogwarts. He doesn't know that Harry Potter is there as well. As a teacher.

Chapter 01 - Prologue

Posted:
01/14/2009
Hits:
75
Author's Note:
I started this fic sometime after HBP and have been writing at it (more or less) since then. In my fictional world, it took Harry seven years to destroy all hocruxes, and Voldemort about the same time to gather his forces. Still I tried to fit in some facts from the seventh book. I think you will only recognize them if you know the book. This is post-war, so Voldemort is defeated. Definitely. There are enough other things to deal with. Thanks go, as always to my lovely Numair, who reads this even if she hates slash. *hugs*


Author's notes:

I started this fic sometime after HBP and have been writing at it (more or less) since then. In my fictional world, it took Harry seven years to destroy all hocruxes, and Voldemort about the same time to gather his forces. Still I tried to fit in some facts from the seventh book. I think you will only recognize them if you know the book.

This is post-war, so Voldemort is defeated. Definitely. There are enough other things to deal with.

Thanks go, as always to my lovely Numair, who reads this even if she hates slash. *hugs*

Prologue:

"You traitor!!" a woman's voice screeched high and angrily.

She was standing in a clearing in a dark forest, a group of four hooded figures in coats that hid everything apart from their height behind her and a young man with platinum blond hair in front of her.

She must have been hooded, too. But in her fury she had flung it back and now her long, black hair was ruffled by the wind.

"So now, you know," the young man said matter-of-factly and smirked slightly although his face looked drained. There had been times when there was more energy, more mocking in his silver-grey eyes, but now there was an all-time wariness in them. He had seen too much evil in the last seven years, partly also committed by himself, and had enough. He wouldn't run away. Not this time. Not anymore.

"You admit it?" a deep man's voice boomed from one of the figures to the left of the black-haired woman. "Although you know the consequences?"

The blond haired turned towards the speaker and answered casually. "Yes, Macnair, I admit it. You already knew, so why are you all so astonished?"

The woman growled in fury and drew her wand, pointing the tip towards the blond's face.

"How could you? How could you do this to the Dark Lord?! It's a shame. A downright shame! My own flesh and blood!"

Now the man smiled really mockingly. "Oh, Aunt Bella, don't get sensitive. He's gone and this time he really won't come back. Get over it."

The black haired woman growled again and was about to flash her wand at him when one of the figures which had held back until now, stopped her by putting a small hand on her shoulder.

"Wait, Bellatrix, don't kill him. He has to suffer for the things he has done."

It was a woman's voice that had spoken and as she unhooded herself, a pointy face with short black hair could be seen. She was about the same age as the young blond.

It was now at him to gasp in surprise.

"Pansy? Pansy Parkinson?"

"Yes, Draco, nice to see you, too." She smiled at him mockingly. Then she turned towards the others.

"I know you want to kill him. -- so do I -- but just using Avada Kedavra on him would be too good. I know something much better."

The others seemed to think over the idea and even the fury in Bellatrix' face faded and was replaced with pure malice.

"What do you suggest?" she asked.

"We blind him," Pansy said with an evil grin on her face. "And leave him here. Either he will die here of hunger, or somewhere else. It doesn't really matter. What matters is that he will lose what is left of his pride and we all know how much Malfoys cling to that. He will suffer."

And before Draco had the chance to react, she whirled around, a red light flashing from her wand and hitting him right in the face.

There was pain, pain everywhere and his knees buckled under his weight. He fell on his right side, his hands covering his eyes where all the pain seemed to erupt from. He bit his lips until they bled to stop himself from crying out loud and his body shivered.

And then the pain was gone.

"You're sure, it worked? He didn't even scream," his aunt's voice came from directly above him and he realized that she had come towards him unnoticed while he was shaking in pain.

"Of course it worked, Bella," this was Pansy's voice and it was slowly coming nearer. "Can't you see that he's trying to figure things out? And, by the way, you should know that Malfoys never scream."

She now was directly beside him, too, and lowered herself near his face. Almost gently she took his hands and uncovered his eyes. They were still squeezed shut tightly.

"Just for you to know, Draco dear," she said maliciously, "the spell is irreversible."

She laughed softly at the slight shiver of his body he couldn't quite mask. One more time gently touching his face, she stood up.

"Farewell, Draco. We will never see each other again. ...or at least, you won't." Now laughing loudly she left the clearing with the POPP! of an apparation the others following slowly, chuckling slightly or mumbling things like "See you." in his direction.

Only after he had heard the last one apparate, Draco Malfoy dared to open his eyes.

All he could see was darkness.

He lay still on his side for some moments only realizing that he cried when a teardrop fell onto his hand. He didn't stop them even though there lay no comfort in them. He simply wasn't able to. It took him minutes until he got his body once again under control and the tears ceased. Slowly he sat up his eyes wide open. But still everything was black around him.

A soft rustling to his left let him jump. He couldn't stay here. Who knew which creatures were living in the forest around him. He had come to this clearing to face death. But now he surely wouldn't do his aunt or Pansy the favour and die here right on the spot. No, he wouldn't. Not anymore.

Luckily they had left him his wand and so he apparated to the only place which could protect him right now, the only place he had clear enough in his mind to apparate to blindly. The place he had abandoned seven years ago.

He closed his eyes and apparated to the gates of Hogwarts.