Its all about the mission. (Draco)

[PROFESSOR SEVERUS SNAPE]

DISTURBING THE SILENCE

Obviously the boy needed help. The pressure of such as task alone would be enough to drive even the most able Dark wizard mad. The Dark Lord would not be impressed if the boy failed. But he would fail, and the Dark Lord knew it. Unless, of course Severus could help him. Draco was being punished for his father’s failures, this Severus was certain of. Severus’s robes blew out behind him as he strode down the dungeon corridors, certain he would find Draco lurking in one of the empty classrooms or else back in the Slytherin Common room.

His mind flicked back to the late afternoon Narcissa and her sister Bellatrix had turned up on his doorstep. He knew immediately why they were there; the Dark Lord himself had told him what he had planned for the young Mr Malfoy. Severus had never fully become used to being in the presence of the Dark Lord, yet his mind was never sharper. It wasn’t wise to not pay attention in the Dark Lords presence, missing one single word could cause any wizard to pay a high price. He had found himself in a difficult position, but had to make a choice. He himself would rather die than allow such a great wizard to be killed, but then the boy would not be protected, he did not deserve to die either.

With a heavy heart Severus paused to check another classroom, he was sure to find the boy soon. Severus’s main concern was what Draco’s plan was, and if the plan was full proof. He didn’t want Draco to expose his plan to the rest of the wizarding world. His dark eyes scanned the empty room. Severus suspected Draco was avoiding him, after all it was well known among the death eater ranks that he was well trusted by the Dark Lord. Perhaps Draco feared he would report his every move to the Dark Lord. Severus knew he had to approach the situation with care and patience, something which he severely lacked of late. He needed to ensure that the plans Draco set in motion would prove to give Professor Dumbledore some time for whatever work he had yet to complete. Severus was no fool and suspected information was being held from him, but he waited patiently for the day Dumbledore would tell him.

Closing the door quietly he continued, pausing outside two classroom doors, listening for any noise that might give away anyone who remained inside.

TAGS:Draco,
WORD COUNT: 415,
OTHER: n/a,
CREDITS: This template was designed by Slayer, Song Lyrics 'Pictures of Lily' by The Who.

[DRACO MALFOY]

Holding on to what I am

His footsteps echoed throughout the hallway as Draco Malfoy maneuvered through the maze beneath the castle. He spent increasingly less time here as the year went on, at first to avoid his so called friends, and then to avoid the overgrown bat known as Snape who seemed intent on ruining his mission. Draco knew what he had to do, and he knew he had to do it himself. He didn't want or need help and even if he did need it would certainly not come from the Dark Lord's best servant. Whether the Professor wanted to take credit for himself or planned to tell every mistake Draco made to the Dark Lord so he could be punished, he did not know, but Draco did know this: Snape was not to be trusted. If anything, he should avoid him at all costs, and that was what he intended on doing.

However, the youngest Malfoy did prefer the coolness of the dungeons compared to the rest of the castle. So even despite the higher possibility of being found there then in say the deserted girl's lavatory or the room of requirement, he sometimes found himself sitting in an empty classroom there trying to battle his fears and make plans and figure out what was wrong with the cabinet and what spell he had to perform next all at once. To say the least, his mind was a constant, painful buzzing of the never ending fears and anxieties that came along with his mission. He knew the cost of failing, of making one to many mistakes. Draco found it impossible to over look that now, as he had at the very start of the year and during the last summer when he had been branded with the disgusting dark mark that marred his pale skin.

That very same buzzing had subsided slightly for a moment, as for the time being the blonde haired boy was sitting on a table in an empty classroom. His temper seemed to be rising more and more as the days went on; sometimes exploding at the strangest times. For the most part, Draco tried to lock away such feelings, but they could be only held back for so long and it was better to allow some to seep through the cracks in his skin when he was alone. Of course, the theory of only letting some emotion out while leaving the others inside was only just that: a theory. His self control only went so far, and once it started to drip out of his cage, soon a tsunami followed as his mind picked back up, humming painfully loud as Draco clenched the table and glared at the floor, letting what little was left of his former self slip away into the tide.

Eventually, the boy took a deep shuddering breath, and slid off the table. His feet touched the ground with a muted thud, and he turned to face the rest of the room, blurred colors at the corner of his eyes slowly returning back to normal as it all subsided and he found himself locking it away again to come out at another time. That was what he did, what he was now. Just a boy with a thousand thoughts and emotions and fears and pains he wasn't allowed to have, wasn't allowed to show. So he served as both a prisoner and a jailer in his own mind, in hopes one day perhaps he'd be able to escape.

The world is falling down, down around me

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Notes; Lack of Muse makes for posts like these. Sorry.[/color]

[PROFESSOR SEVERUS SNAPE]

DISTURBING THE SILENCE

Severus had been born with the ability to glide almost unheard anywhere he went. Some compared him to a snake; others said he strongly resembled a bat. Either way he had the profound ability to startle any wizard, as he rarely gave any warning signs to his approach. Perhaps this was the reason the Dark Lord had chosen him as a spy all those years ago. Of course Severus had had a lot of time to perfect the art, but there was no doubt that he was a natural. Severus had the uncanny ability to blend into the shadows. Of course his liking for black robes helped with this, allowing for him to slip in and out of the dark shadows that plagued the dungeon corridors.

The sound of rough movement reached his ears, and with a flick of his cloak he turned on his heel to investigate further. It had not gone unnoticed by Severus that the young Mr Malfoy and begun to spend less and less time with his house friends, and more time alone. Although this was a sign that the boy was taking his responsibilities somewhat seriously, it concerned Severus that his behaviour had changed so dramatically. Would this cause his fellow peers to suspect something was going on? Many of whom had connections in the Death Eater ranks; it would not be wise for Draco’s mission to become common knowledge among the lower ranks.

Taking great care Severus opened the door, his fingers gently brushed against his wand that rested in his robe pocket, as his dark eyes scanned the room and rested on a lone figure. ‘Mr Malfoy’ Severus said smoothly blocking the door with his foreboding figure, ‘I believe we need to talk’. He was a man of few words, picking only those that were most purposeful. He did not see the point of carefully treading around this subject. He wanted to get to the point, and fast so he could retreat back to the confinements of his office. Sadly, Severus doubted he would be returning to his office anytime soon. Once he had determined at what stage of the mission Draco was at, he needed to pay a visit to Dumbledore to update him on the information he had gathered.

TAGS:Draco,
WORD COUNT: 378,
OTHER: Sorry its not very long, I find it hard to expand on stuff with Snape atm, hes quite precise. Just warming up with him though hopefully.
CREDITS: This template was designed by Slayer, Song Lyrics 'Pictures of Lily' by The Who.

[DRACO MALFOY]

Holding on to what I am

There was a reason Draco spent little time around people anymore. One besides the fact that he often found himself working in the Room of Requirement many days when he should have been in class or eating or in the common room. It was that the young Deatheater didn't know how to act normal anymore. Who was he supposed to be around people he thought he used to know? Not only that, but who was he, really? Was it bad to say he didn't know? It was as if his mission was slowly draining the life out of him; and taking away everything he was supposed to be. First Quidditch, then his schoolwork. Then his friends, and then his personality. Eventually, he was sure even more of that would disintegrate and morph to something even more different. How long would it be until Draco, who he used to be, decayed into nothing and blew away like dust in a storm? He could only live like this so long. That being said, the blonde boy had no intentions of dying. That was the opposite of what he wanted. Draco wanted to live, to live and be normal. But if that was to much to ask for, he could sustain on just living. Because no matter what, the Malfoy family was always focused more on survival then anything else, and went for Draco as well. Any kind of survival was better then death. No matter what they had to do, who they had to push down or betray, that was what they did. Survived.

Being so lost in thought, Draco probably wouldn't have heard the door open even if it was at a normal volume. But Snape had always been good at sneaking up on people, silence was his natural volume, or at least it seemed. Nonetheless, when he heard that voice he so despised as of late, Draco spun on his heel, a glare coloring his empty eyes. He didn't want to spend time around anyone right now, and certainly not him. But the Defense against the Dark Arts professor stood in the doorway, blocking the only exit from the classroom, and the Slytherin had no doubt he was standing there for the specific reason Draco couldn't leave, "What do you want?" His tone was low, but the menace in it more then apparent. He was afraid of many of the other Deatheaters, but Severus Snape just disgusted him.

The world is falling down, down around me

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Notes; It's fine :][/color]