The Banshee - a Draco Malfoy fanfiction

Chaptre 1 : First smile

The crash of broken wood and glass attracts his ear along with a cry of pain he would recognize from miles away. The Web of the Vow that binds him to the boy's destiny tightens painfully around his hand. He rushes forward, smashing the girl's bathroom door in a deafening din, stifling the screams of Moaning Myrtle :

« MURDER ! MURDER ! »

In the center, Potter seems helpless, shocked. Snape is surprised to see in his green eyes the spark of relief when he met his gaze. Only then does he notice the bloody, trembling and moaning body, lying a few steps behind the young wizard. The slits spattering streams of garnets flow, the metallic odor and this smell of corruption. It takes no more than the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to recognize the legacy of black magic. And more, that of a spell he knows well for having been the creator in his young and bitter years. Sectumsempra. Always cut. Cut forever.

Draco's sobs are pressing, as is the pressure on his hand. Chasing the roaring ghost, he sets to work, chanting formulas to slowly close the cuts in the boy's flesh. Distracted, Snape hears the door slam. He guesses that Potter has run away, being a coward like his father was at his age. Yet, as he passes his wand one last time over Draco's bloody chest, a nearby movement catches his eye. Expecting to see the Gryffindor's face, what is not his surprise to face a squatting adolescent girl. Too beautiful for her age and obviously not a pupil at Hogwarts, she observes the Dark Mark engraved on his student's arm with a childish curiosity. It is at this moment that Draco choses to come back to his senses:

« Snape, what the... » the injured one groans, rubbing his eyes.

« Shut up, Malfoy ! »

The man's sharp voice forces him to open his eyes. Only then does he notice the intruder, who cautiously details his arm. In her hands, he recognizes his wand, lost during his duel with Potter. Disgust and apprehension take shape on his face. He is about to ask her when the door opens, just enough to let McGonagall's voice filter :

« Miss Clancy, professor Dumbledore is waiting for you. »

Swiftly, the girl points the wand at Draco and, in complete silence, repairs his tattered shirt, hiding the terrible mark. Satisfied, she hands the object to its owner, who hesitates before seizing it. What if it was soiled now? Maybe it's a Mudblood. Troubled at this idea, the boy grabbed it, taking care not to touch the girl at the same time. He will see if he can purify it later. Jumping on the opportunity of a disarmed adversary, Snape points his wand towards the unknown, immediately imitated by his protégé.

"Do not move ! One slight movement and you're stupefied."

An innocent smile pressed against her lips, the girl jumps up. Confused by this obvious lack of consideration for his threats, Snape adds :

"I told you not to move !"

Deaf to these warnings, the girl deliberately turns her back on them, carrying her steps towards the door parting them from McGonagall. They can't decently let her spread Draco's secret all over the castle. Instead of a loud and violent spell, Snape murmurs:

"Obliviate"

A volute of light floats toward the stranger almost at the door and encloses it with its straps. The relief experienced by the two men is short-lived when the spell awkwardly fell. Throwing them one last teasing wink, she walks through the creaking door. A lengthy silence dresses the bewilderment of the two men, quickly broken by the fear of Draco :

« What the hell, Snape ? » Draco exclaims.

« Calm down Malfoy » the man grinds.

« You let her go. You're a Death Eater ! »