- Rating:
- R
- House:
- Schnoogle
- Genres:
- Drama Angst
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire
- Stats:
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Published: 10/24/2002Updated: 10/24/2002Words: 3,444Chapters: 2Hits: 926
Chains of Fate
Slytherin Godess
- Story Summary:
- It all starts when a body is found in an abandoned dungeon. Above the body was written: 'You are free to sever the chains of fate that bind you...' But why? And by who? Take a journey into the past and go into the mind of one of the most disliked characters in Potterverse. Severus Snape/Gilderoy Lockhart SLASH.
Chains of Fate Prologue
- Chapter Summary:
- It all starts when a body is found in an abandoned dungeon. Above the body was written:
- Posted:
- 10/24/2002
- Hits:
- 649
- Author's Note:
- Many thanks go to my BETA Ray, and also my britpicker, Jive. All of you are wonderful. I don’t know where I’d be without my BETA’s. As Ray so nicely reminds me, I need to expand in several areas. As a BETA myself, I know how much work gets put into these pages. *waves BETA-read appreciation banner* I loff you all.
Chains of Fate
The Writing on the Wall (1/?)
Dark red blood slicks the moss-covered walls. The coppery smell of blood saturates the stale, thick air. A figure lies silent, propped up against the wall. The blood makes words.
"You are free to sever the chains of fate that bind you.... "
A gasp is heard at the entrance of the dungeon. The body and the writing have been discovered. A boy of only seventeen comes to stand in the middle of the room, staring at the body. He looks once at the wall, then back to door. He wants to cry. Or maybe scream. But he does nothing. Only stares.
After many moments of heavy silence, he moves toward the body. It is a male of the same age. Blonde strands of hair shimmer in the darkness. Gray eyes stare unseeingly at the writing. As slight smile rests on his pale, lifeless lips. He is Draco Malfoy.
The boy brushes black hair off his hair off his face. He freezes as he sees that his hands are covered in blood. Draco's blood. Realization hits him. Draco Malfoy, his lover of several months, is gone. Tears run down his cheeks as he clutches Draco - no, clutches the body. For this is no longer Draco. The sneering, smirking boy he had fallen in love with has been replaced with a cold, lifeless corpse.
Tears well up in bright green eyes and slowly they spill over his cheeks to splatter on the frozen, dead lips of his lover. He hears footsteps and a sharp intake of breath, but he does not turn around. His mind is numbly replaying all of the memories he shared with the boy before him: going up against each other in Quidditch, dueling in the halls, their first awkward kiss.
"Potter," a soft voice calls, breaking him from his reverie. Harry slowly turns around. Professor Snape stands behind him, his face white. He can only nod in response.
Snape stares at the writing on the wall, his heart pounding. He recalls the many times he had told Draco those very words. He remembers the one who told him those words, many years ago. The one who saved him, then betrayed him.
"Lockhart...."
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