Title: Silver Darkness

Author: Bright Eyes

Disclaimer: Not mine expect Draco's special powers 

Rating: 12+

Word Count: 866

Spoilers: HUSH. PLEASE READ THE OTHER STORY FIRST!

A/N: This is the Sequel to 'Hush' my other large story, which can be found on my author's page. I recommend you read it first so this makes sense. I'm really excited about starting up again and I encourage anyone who hasn't reviewed before (whether you've been following the story long-term or are brand new) to jump in and have a say. I love to hear from everybody! I hope you enjoy the new installment. The chapters should get a bit longer as I go on.

Chapter One: The Truth, Severus.

Severus breathed in the stuffy air of the luxurious, yet tightly sealed study and sighed. Meetings at Malfoy Manor had become increasingly persistent since the death of the Dark Lord. They had gone from the occasional weekend visit to at least twice a week.

"Wine, Severus?" asked the cool voice of the younger Malfoy.

Glancing up at the shorter of the two blonds, Severus shook his head once and watched Draco's hand lower the crystal decanter of rich red liquid back onto the table, his silver eyes never breaking their painful gaze.

Draco had kept in contact with Severus since the death of his father, and because of this, he had been the first to hear of Lucius's mysterious return. A subject which, when brought up in the Malfoy household, was instantly changed.

"Why have you brought me here today, Lucius?" asked Severus, from his high-backed chair by the warm, crackling fire. It was the middle of winter and despite being indoors, the temperature inside Malfoy Manor was no different to that outside in the frigid wind and rain.

"Actually," drawled Lucius, staring out the half-drawn window, "it was Draco who required your presence."

Severus's head snapped back towards Draco, who was focusing on his silver trimmed goblet with utmost concentration. "Father…" muttered Draco, a slight edge of protest lacing his voice. "It is my birthday in a week," he said in a clearer voice.

Narrowing his eyes, Severus nodded slowly. "I'm quite aware of that; I received an invitation a month ago."

Draco pinched the skin between is thumb and forefinger hard before replying. "The guest list has been extended," said Draco quietly. "My birthday has become a rather political affair, despite my wishes to keep it small. I have several invitations that I would like you to pass on."

With a pale, heavily ringed hand, Draco placed a small stack of invitations in the centre of the ebony coffee table. The script of each card was written in gleaming silver ink. As he picked up the pile his eye caught the top card which read, 'Harry Potter'.

"Draco, surely – "

"Surely what, Severus?" drawled Lucius, as he strode towards the fire. "I wasn't here to celebrate Draco's 17th birthday. So I'm making it up to him, now. A pureblood birthday is a highly prestigious affair. Purebloods, alliances, politicians and war heroes are all welcome."

"Clearly, Lucius," replied Severus tightly. "But do you really think Harry Potter wishes to celebrate the birthday of his childhood foe?"

Lucius lowered himself into a black velvet armchair and sneered coldly. "Harry Potter has no mind of his own. He is pushed around by his little minions who desperately claw for fragments of the power he possesses. One way or another, they'll convince him to make an appearance. Tell him it's for his benefit, but know that it'll be for theirs."

Now glaring directly into Lucius' flint-like eyes, Severus felt his lip curl. "You should know by now they my alliances fell with The Order during the war and – "

"We don't care, Severus," said Draco coldly, as though he were speaking to an ignorant child.

Severus remained silent, clenching and unclenching his hands, his thoughts racing.

Draco's silver eyes narrowed as he poured a glass of wine and placed it directly in front of him on the table. "This isn't about the Death Eaters, anymore. Oh, no," he paused to smile and ran his finger along the edge of his goblet. "The Dark Lord's ideas grew more and more desperate as the war went on. This is a very different concept… in the most similar of ways."

Pointing one finger at the goblet in front him, Draco's eyes narrowed, gleaming momentarily. Almost instantly the creases disappeared from his forehead.

"Drink, Severus?" asked Draco quietly as he tipped the now green liquid onto the ebony table. The thick substance ate through the wood on impact like a dissolving potion. "Or don't you like acid?"

Severus took a moment to reply. He had never seen such magic. "There will one day spring from the brain of a wizard a magical force so fearful in its potentialities, so absolutely terrifying, that even man, the fighter, who will dare torture and death in order to inflict torture and death, will be appalled, and so abandon war forever. It frightens me that it might be your brain which creates such a thing," whispered Severus, his face pale."Is that a bad thing?" asked Draco his eyes gleaming again. "I can't help the way I am. Why not use my ability to improve the world? I could succeed where Voldemort failed dismally. I know what mistakes he made. I won't do the same."

"You are young and ignorant, Malfoy," hissed Severus.

Draco smiled, quietly sipping from his goblet. "I have my father and my power. That is all I need. For now."

Severus rose to leave. He had to tell someone, anyone.

Lucius rose and lifted his arm almost as though to stop him. "Don't forget the invitations for your little friends, Snape. We do hope to see them there. A refusal would be an insult."

Original quote:

There will one day spring from the brain of science a machine or force so fearful in its potentialities, so absolutely terrifying, that even man, the fighter, who will dare torture and death in order to inflict torture and death, will be appalled, and so abandon war forever.

I adapted it to:

There will one day spring from the brain of wizards a magical force so fearful in its potentialities, so absolutely terrifying, that even man, the fighter, who will dare torture and death in order to inflict torture and death, will be appalled, and so abandon war forever.

Quote is from Thomas A. Edison

Please review everyone! I got a bit worried when a lot of my regular reviewers didn't review the last chapter of Hush, so please, join me back on the Hush bandwagon, it hasn't stopped yet!

Next chapter should be up in the next few weeks.

Bright Eyes