DRACO VS. REGULUS

[.MATHEW ETHAN GREENGRASS !]

I've had the idea of an encounter between this two for a while. This is or will take place durring the muggle plot or after it. Hopefully it will make more sense as I post more.

There was an air of uneasiness, the calmness of the night seemed out of placed. Draco Malfoy knew that feeling, every day that Voldemort had stayed there. But Voldemort was dead. This was the feeling of premonition of disaster of pain, the one that followed Voldemort. The blonde man reminded seated in the large chair, the book laid open in his lap. But Draco wasn’t reading it, he was looking out his window, looking at the approaching shadow that drew closer to Malfoy Manor. Draco finally moved the book away, standing up. He had no need to go into his room, the coat had been waiting in the back of his chair more than a week now. Just like Draco had known this moment would come, sooner or later.

He moved down the halls of his own home, like a strange. There was no sound, no one woke up and looked out their door to see the passing figure. Maybe they could feel it too, the calm before the storm. He hoped that they would forgive him one day, forgive his cowardice. His children, he’d done all he could to keep them alive. He’d hurt so many people in their name, in his name. The summer days had made their preset known across the countryside, the snow had melted. The naked trees had grown their green coats during the spring time. The same uneasiness, the feeling of security where there was none.

The night was warm, warmer than it had been all year. But a new wind had picked up, blowing his coat as he walked across the lawn meeting up with the cloaked figure. They were about the same height, but Draco was older now. He’d never been as fit as he would have liked. Definitely not as fit as someone who had been an Auror. Fighting back would be a waste of time, injury him and the Death Eaters would destroy him, his families. His wand still laid besides his bed, Astoria would probably find it there in the morning. Draco tried to smile, but it was useless, he was afraid. He was as afraid as he’d stood Voldemort, as afraid as the day Bellatrix had returned. There was no need to hide, he knew the other man knew of his fear. But he could at least try, wasn’t hope the last thing you lost?

The hooded figure took a step forward, causing Draco to unknowingly take one back, This caused him to smile, Draco shiver at that. Clean white teeth, unaffected by years in Azkaban unlike those of his parents. He knew. The cloaked man circled Draco, finally lowering the hood and looking at him in the eye. He had his mother’s eyes, but he lacked Bellatrix’s madness. Those eyes possessed the cunningness and need for power of a true Slytherin. So cunning so willing to do…anything. ”It is you, the muggles..but why?” Regulus was now grinning, it made him look handsome under the night light. Blacks had been known for their good looks, Azkaban had destroyed Bellatrix but she had passed those genes to her children.

But Draco wasn’t looking at his face, he was looking at the pale hand. The pale hand that had disappeared inside the traveling cloak to take out a small oak wand. It wasn’t his, Draco knew his wand. “You know Draco with so many muggle related trouble, the Ministry most be on their toes.” His voice was silky, cold so like hers. “An attacked on a pure old wizard family would be such a nasty little accident, rumors may come out. Malfoys are well known for their dislike of muggles and mud bloods, what if this angered a small group and they decided to take matter into their hands.”

Draco was shivering now, but the night was as warm as it had been before. The wind was still the same, quiet not daring to wake even the creatures the slept in the Malfoy gardens. He knew he didn’t dare say anything, if anyone of his family came out he’ll hurt them too. Draco understood , since Lucius had fallen from Voldemort’s grace everyone began to treat him like an idiot. But Draco had lived around them long enough to see things. Regulus wanted power, he wasn’t sure if it was even about blood purity anymore. He wanted wizards and muggle to bow before him. Draco wanted to say something as the other man rose the wands, he was still smiling. There was no madness in that smile, just coldness. It was scary to think that Bellatrix had created this man.
It was coming, closer now. Then there was pain.