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Draco, OC
Primary Relationship
Secondary Relationship(s)
Crossover, Drama, Horror/Dark
Contains profanity, Strong violence, Substance abuse, Sensitive topic/issue/theme
Story Reviews
First Published
2008-08-23 1:33pm
Last Chapter
2009-08-13 1:56pm
Last Updated
2011-03-09 11:26pm

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Ch. # Chapter Title Word Count Reviews
1 The Road to Nowhere

Draco Malfoy cursed when he heard the sirens and saw the red and blue lights flash in his rear-view mirror. With the rain pattering like a dozen demons on his windshield, he flicked on his wipers and pulled over onto the shoulder. 

The cop slapped a gloved hand on the roof of his car.

“License and registration.”


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2 The Loner

“He attacked my boyfriend!” Brenda screamed, pointing at him.

Draco felt a lurch of panic, realizing exactly what he had done. He glanced once at the terrified waitress and then barrelled out into the street.

Frank’s enraged cries followed him to the gutter. “Somebody call the cops!”

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3 Officer Bennett

A horrendous, pitiful wail pierced Draco’s rage. He glanced up at his rearview mirror and saw--please, no--a Muggle cop car.

Not again.

The lights flashed in some horrific display of bravado, and in the pit of his stomach, Draco felt fear leap to life, curdling his gut like acid.

He was trapped.

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4 Lost

Draco lifted his head, blinking the blood away from his eyes. Pain seized him, throwing him against the driver’s seat with all the force of the Cruciatus Curse. He swallowed a scream. Mocking shards of memory danced through his dazed mind.

The sirens.

The cop.

The deceivingly slick road.

His car was nestled against a dented guardrail, the remnants of his shattered headlights dusting the blacktop like frost. And outside, the sky wept soot.

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5 The Otherworld

Draco couldn’t see. And he couldn’t feel or taste or smell. But he could hear, and the scream of the air raid siren ripped him from reality, throwing him down on his knees where tears squeezed from his eyes and left him empty.

I’m dreaming. This is a dream.

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6 Under Arrest

Malfoy's arrogance fueled Cybil’s uncertainty. Grabbing his arm, she began to drag him away from the crater.

“You’re being placed under arrest for assault, resisting arrest and trespassing. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right-”

“Filthy Muggle,” the boy grunted.

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7 The Dark Mark

Draco bent closer to the knob, his breath fogging the protective glass. The round handle had been engraved with a narrow skull and from its open mouth protruded a vicious looking snake.

The Dark Mark.

“Break the glass,” he told Bennett.


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8 Midwich Elementary

Draco dared to touch the top of the desk, cold terror slithering through his veins like venom. The carving was crude, no more than mere scratches, but he could still make out the word.



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9 The Masked Man

Draco had expected the horde of bugs, had excepted them to pour from the building like a torrent of angry sea water. What he saw was a massive figure, no less than seven feet tall, striding towards him.

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10 The Gillespie House

Cybil climbed onto the porch and peered in through the curtainless windows.

“Gillespie,” she muttered, reading the name inscribed on the rusted mailbox by the door.

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11 Burning Times

The book slammed shut in his hands. Draco wanted to toss it away, ugly as it was, but he fought the urge.

“Draco?” Cybil shook him once. “God, you’re pale.”

He flicked his dry tongue over his lips. “Does this place have a Room 217?"

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12 The Flock

Draco noticed Cybil’s eyebrows shoot upwards. “We do not mean you people any harm,” she said. “We simply want to get back to Brahms.”

“That may be impossible,” Christabella replied, not bothering to soften the blow, “for as the demon does not allow people into Silent Hill, so does it keep us here. Myself and the Flock have been trapped for twenty years.”


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13 First Aid

Vincent’s sharp eyes darted between Cybil and Draco. “Do you get what I’m saying here? I think ya’ll have a chance. The demon must want you here and Christabella knows it. She’s unsettled enough already. Just give them a little time. Soon, there’ll be questions and accusations and well, you know what comes next. Don’t wait for that it happen.”

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14 Sacrifice

“Witches,” she whispered, as if half-believing the word. “Witches. I…I knew it. That’s why the demon let them in, they’re witches.”

In a flash, Cybil had pushed Draco behind her.

“Witches,” Christabella continued, on hand now raised and pointing at them with Puritanical ferocity. “Don’t let the witches go down! Stop them!”

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15 The Truth

But Alessa was already hurt and scared. And when you’re hurt and scared for so long, the fear and pain turns to hate, and the hate starts to change the world.

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16 The Burning

They took her from the backroom and brought her to the center of the church. Cybil was victimized by their jeers, their mindless curses that meant so little…so very little.

“Witch! Burn the witch!”


“Burn her!”

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17 Epilogue: The Brahms Courier

Draco awoke to the sound of his mother descending to the first floor of the chateau. The click-clack of her sensible low-heeled shoes on the stairs told him that his parents were planning a walk later in the day. They would ask him to come along and he would decline, unable to trust the simple beauty of the French countryside, the rolling hills that were dotted with foliage.

Leaves. Leaves the color of blood.

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