One - the Arrival
(Inflatable - Bush)
Let it slide overhead
When I believe in you my soul can rest
But as love that's really love can never fail but fail it does When we shine like the sun You seem the only one my only friend
You're so pretty in white pretty when you're faithful So pretty in white pretty when you're faithful faithful
I resigned from myself Took a break as someone else It's like we've come undone But I've only just become inflatable for you
Draco sat in the Great Hall. During the summer many things had happened:
Voldemort's official come-back The warrant to arrest his father, who escaped The destroy of the Durmstrang Institute
The blonde sighed, when the doors opened and the new first years, followed by a handful older students entered the hall. The headmaster stood up and cleared his throat:
"Dear students! Many things happened this summer. First of all I want to reassure you, that we took all precautions to guarantee your safety here at school. Second, I want you to remember, that the forest is, like every year, forbidden for ALL of you, especially now. Third, as you might have noticed, we have new students, not only first years, but a few survivors of the attack on Durmstrang. Please treat them with respect, they have a hard time behind them! I wish you all a relatively happy year, and lets begin the sorting!"
The Headmaster sat down and Professor Mc'Gonagall stepped forward and rolled out a scroll. "Applegate, Sandy"
The girl walked towards the chair and put on the hat. Draco didn't listen to the sorting of the first-years. His gaze swept over to the former students from Durmstrang. He counted eight.
/Only eight of about two hundred?/, he shuddered, /Lucky me! I'm at Hogwarts with Dumbledore right in front of me. Since all the attacks it's quite relaxing here."
He looked from person to person: There was a small girl, maybe twelve or thirteen, cuddled against a taller boy with brown curls like the girl, obviously her elder brother. Next to them stood a tall, thin girl with long black hair, he knew. /Antonia McNair, Death Eater-child!/ Beside her were two smaller boys, second year maybe, one dark haired, one light blonde. Draco had expected to see his cousin here. His aunt had told him that Jeff had survived. Next to them stood a rather muscular girl, who looked like she wanted to kill them all. She was quite beautiful he noticed, with her long, dark-red curls, but too - female - for his taste. Behind her stood a pale, skinny boy with dark hair and a rather huge nose - a Snape!
Draco knew that Professor Snape had a nephew named Louis Snape, but Louis went to Beaubaxtons, not to Durmstrang, so he guessed that it was another relative.
His gaze wandered to the last Durmstrang student. He seemed most interesting to Draco. His long, pitch-black hair fell to his shoulders and was partially tied back with a white ribbon. He wore the usual black school- robes, but the black velvet gloves and the dark make-up around his eyes together with the red lipstick made him look - mysteriously sexy!
The sorting of the first year was over and Mc'Gonagall started to read out the names of the older new students. "Chopin, Marcus!"
The boy next to Draco's cousin moved and put on the hat. "Ravenclaw!" The Ravenclaw-table clapped and the boy sat down with his new house-mates.
Mc'Gonagall continued. "Lestrange, Thomas!"
The boy with the make-up stepped fore and put on the hat. "Slytherin!" it screamed quickly and the boy came over to them. "Is this place free?" he asked and looked at the blonde boy. "Sure, have a seat." Draco said and gazed back to the sorting. The curly siblings, Claudia and James Douglas were sorted into Gryffindor, the McNair-girl into Slytherin, along with his cousin and the red-haired girl. Last was Louis Snape.
Draco wondered, why he was transferred to Hogwarts. His Uncle was a traitor to Voldemort and maybe the boy was safer under Dumbledore's nose? Whatever.
His thoughts were interrupted, when the food appeared and the boy next to him asked him something. He turned. "Sorry, can you say it again?"
"Could you give me the pumpkin Juice?"
"Sure." Draco gave him the bottle, "So you are a Lestrange? Who's your mother?"
"Bellatrix Lestrange."
"Oh - I didn't know she had a son."
"I was raised by my father, or to be more precise, by my nanny. My parents weren't married."
"I hope I didn't oppose you."
"No, surely not. You're Draco Malfoy, correct?"
"Yes, I suppose it's quite obvious."
"Your hair sticks out. You could color some strands green."
"I don't think so. Maybe for an evening or a party."
"I don't think the teachers would like it." he laughed.
"Why are you allowed to wear make-up? I have seen Pansy wear some and Mc'Gonagall took points and send her back to clean her face."
"I guess I'm not allowed. I won't wear it in the lessons, at least not so much."
"And why do you wear it? Don't some people look at you or laugh?"
"Sometimes, but I like it and I don't care what people say - they talk too much without thinking anyway!"
"My speaking. Who is your father?"
"Tom Marvolo Riddle."
Draco coughed.
"You all right, Malfoy?"
"You are - you are really HIS son?"
"Guess I am, does it bother you?"
"Yes - No, I mean! I'm just a bit surprised Dumbledore let you even near Hogwarts."
"I'm not my father, keep that. He's not my concern."
"You don't get along well, do you?"
"We don't see each other much and when we do, it's never enough - whatever I do!"
"I know what you mean. It's the same with my father."
"I guess he forgot how to be nice when he became the Dark Lord. I don't need him."
"So you were okay with it, when Dumbledore and Potter killed him?"
"Perfectly, he has chosen his path and Potter WILL kill him eventually."
"How do you know?"
"My father is only strong with his shoe-lickers around him. Since his rebirth he's a wreck. Potter should act quickly, when he wants to erase him."
"Is that, why Dumbledore let you attend school here, because you know things?"
"Partially. It's safe for me here and Dumbledore can have an eye on me, in case that I should find a liking in Dark Arts."
"Do you?"
"Not more than everybody, I guess. They're the forbidden apple, but I'm not mad about them, like my dad."
"Does he love you?"
"Who?"
"Your dad. Does he love you?"
Tom blinked at him and looked at him a while, before he answered. "Yes, I think so."
Suddenly he laughed and Draco followed his eyes. The whole Slytherin table and the other tables, too, stared at them in horror. Draco swallowed.
"Do you now know why I don't give a damn about what people say or do?" Tom asked.
"Yeah - let's eat something, shall we?"
They ate in silence and the faces turned to them got less with the time. When the meal ended and the prefects led the young students back to the common rooms, Professor Snape came over to them. "A word, Mr. Lestrange. Mr. Malfoy, you can wait for him in the common-room."
Dismissed, Draco followed his house-mates back to the common-room.
He just entered the former dungeon trough the wall, when his "friends", Vincent, Gregory and Pansy cornered him against the wall. The girl pinned him against the stone and looked at him slightly confused. "What the hell were you doing?"
"What are you talking about?"
"With Lestrange!"
"Talking?"
"He's HIS son! Draco! Do you know what will happen when your father finds out?"
"What should happen?"
"You don't know anything, do you?"
"What the hell are you talking about? What should I know?"
"That You-know-who's son slapped his father and said him face to face, that he didn't share his opinions and wouldn't support his plans and go to Hogwarts!"
"Oh."
"You - you didn't know?"
"Well, maybe I don't know, because my father is on the run and I'm not one of HIS shoe-lickers and won't be one in future!"
Pansy stared at him in shock, her face even topping the confused looks of Crabbe and Goyle. She opened her mouth and shut it again, before she spoke with wavering voice. "You won't be?"
"I said to my father that I wouldn't get my skin marked the moment he left home."
Pansy looked at him in horror. Draco continued. "And my mother quickly moved the money on my account, so that we weren't without any means and sent me a letter, said that she was proud of me." he chuckled.
"Oh." Pansy said and shut her mouth.
"Are you going to hate me now and praise the Great-Fucking-Dark Lord, or do you make up your mind now and think about your own future?"
"I guess we stay your friends, though I'm not sure what will happen in future. My parents told me to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays and wait what happens. I don't think they want me to become a Death Eater, so I wont."
Goyle nodded. "The same with me and Blaise. We will stay at Hogwarts as well, since my dad and his both parents are in Azkaban anyway."
"Good. What about you, Vincent?"
"I don't want to lick his shoes!" the boy mumbled.
He's never been the clever one, Draco thought. "All right. Seems, that our year are all on one side, then. We should talk to Tom and help him a bit. I doubt, that the other students will!"
-
Tom sat on a chair opposite of his Head of House, waiting for the older wizard to say something. He knew Snape quite well from his child-hood, when the Potions master had a thing with his mother, but since his father had risen again, they hadn't seen each other.
"How are you, Tom?"
"Quite well, Severus, thank you. Greetings from mum, by the way."
"How is she?"
"Not good. My father won't let her go and she doesn't want to hide until he's defeated."
"Understandable. What I wanted to tell you is, that the headmaster asks if you are willing to help in case of emergency to defend Mr. Potter."
"Only defend? Not to kill him?"
"Professor Dumbledore wouldn't ask you to kill your own father, Tom! No, only defend."
"Yes, but if I have to, I'll kill him. I won't just stand there, tell him that."
"I will, my dear boy." Snape sighed, "I hope you'll get along with your school-mates."
"I think I will."
"You talked with Mr. Malfoy at dinner, I suppose he's a good choice to befriend."
"I know, we have a lot in common. Anything else?"
"No, you can join your house-mates. I'll show you the entry."
He stood up and Tom followed him. Snape stopped at a wet spot on the wall. "Here we are. The common room is in the dungeons, but the dormitories are upstairs in usual rooms, you'll see. The password is "Draconis Noctem".
The wall slid open and he stepped in, leaving Snape behind, who went back to his office to prepare the lessons for the next day - Hufflepuff second years meant problems!
(Inflatable - Bush)
Let it slide overhead
When I believe in you my soul can rest
But as love that's really love can never fail but fail it does When we shine like the sun You seem the only one my only friend
You're so pretty in white pretty when you're faithful So pretty in white pretty when you're faithful faithful
I resigned from myself Took a break as someone else It's like we've come undone But I've only just become inflatable for you
Draco sat in the Great Hall. During the summer many things had happened:
Voldemort's official come-back The warrant to arrest his father, who escaped The destroy of the Durmstrang Institute
The blonde sighed, when the doors opened and the new first years, followed by a handful older students entered the hall. The headmaster stood up and cleared his throat:
"Dear students! Many things happened this summer. First of all I want to reassure you, that we took all precautions to guarantee your safety here at school. Second, I want you to remember, that the forest is, like every year, forbidden for ALL of you, especially now. Third, as you might have noticed, we have new students, not only first years, but a few survivors of the attack on Durmstrang. Please treat them with respect, they have a hard time behind them! I wish you all a relatively happy year, and lets begin the sorting!"
The Headmaster sat down and Professor Mc'Gonagall stepped forward and rolled out a scroll. "Applegate, Sandy"
The girl walked towards the chair and put on the hat. Draco didn't listen to the sorting of the first-years. His gaze swept over to the former students from Durmstrang. He counted eight.
/Only eight of about two hundred?/, he shuddered, /Lucky me! I'm at Hogwarts with Dumbledore right in front of me. Since all the attacks it's quite relaxing here."
He looked from person to person: There was a small girl, maybe twelve or thirteen, cuddled against a taller boy with brown curls like the girl, obviously her elder brother. Next to them stood a tall, thin girl with long black hair, he knew. /Antonia McNair, Death Eater-child!/ Beside her were two smaller boys, second year maybe, one dark haired, one light blonde. Draco had expected to see his cousin here. His aunt had told him that Jeff had survived. Next to them stood a rather muscular girl, who looked like she wanted to kill them all. She was quite beautiful he noticed, with her long, dark-red curls, but too - female - for his taste. Behind her stood a pale, skinny boy with dark hair and a rather huge nose - a Snape!
Draco knew that Professor Snape had a nephew named Louis Snape, but Louis went to Beaubaxtons, not to Durmstrang, so he guessed that it was another relative.
His gaze wandered to the last Durmstrang student. He seemed most interesting to Draco. His long, pitch-black hair fell to his shoulders and was partially tied back with a white ribbon. He wore the usual black school- robes, but the black velvet gloves and the dark make-up around his eyes together with the red lipstick made him look - mysteriously sexy!
The sorting of the first year was over and Mc'Gonagall started to read out the names of the older new students. "Chopin, Marcus!"
The boy next to Draco's cousin moved and put on the hat. "Ravenclaw!" The Ravenclaw-table clapped and the boy sat down with his new house-mates.
Mc'Gonagall continued. "Lestrange, Thomas!"
The boy with the make-up stepped fore and put on the hat. "Slytherin!" it screamed quickly and the boy came over to them. "Is this place free?" he asked and looked at the blonde boy. "Sure, have a seat." Draco said and gazed back to the sorting. The curly siblings, Claudia and James Douglas were sorted into Gryffindor, the McNair-girl into Slytherin, along with his cousin and the red-haired girl. Last was Louis Snape.
Draco wondered, why he was transferred to Hogwarts. His Uncle was a traitor to Voldemort and maybe the boy was safer under Dumbledore's nose? Whatever.
His thoughts were interrupted, when the food appeared and the boy next to him asked him something. He turned. "Sorry, can you say it again?"
"Could you give me the pumpkin Juice?"
"Sure." Draco gave him the bottle, "So you are a Lestrange? Who's your mother?"
"Bellatrix Lestrange."
"Oh - I didn't know she had a son."
"I was raised by my father, or to be more precise, by my nanny. My parents weren't married."
"I hope I didn't oppose you."
"No, surely not. You're Draco Malfoy, correct?"
"Yes, I suppose it's quite obvious."
"Your hair sticks out. You could color some strands green."
"I don't think so. Maybe for an evening or a party."
"I don't think the teachers would like it." he laughed.
"Why are you allowed to wear make-up? I have seen Pansy wear some and Mc'Gonagall took points and send her back to clean her face."
"I guess I'm not allowed. I won't wear it in the lessons, at least not so much."
"And why do you wear it? Don't some people look at you or laugh?"
"Sometimes, but I like it and I don't care what people say - they talk too much without thinking anyway!"
"My speaking. Who is your father?"
"Tom Marvolo Riddle."
Draco coughed.
"You all right, Malfoy?"
"You are - you are really HIS son?"
"Guess I am, does it bother you?"
"Yes - No, I mean! I'm just a bit surprised Dumbledore let you even near Hogwarts."
"I'm not my father, keep that. He's not my concern."
"You don't get along well, do you?"
"We don't see each other much and when we do, it's never enough - whatever I do!"
"I know what you mean. It's the same with my father."
"I guess he forgot how to be nice when he became the Dark Lord. I don't need him."
"So you were okay with it, when Dumbledore and Potter killed him?"
"Perfectly, he has chosen his path and Potter WILL kill him eventually."
"How do you know?"
"My father is only strong with his shoe-lickers around him. Since his rebirth he's a wreck. Potter should act quickly, when he wants to erase him."
"Is that, why Dumbledore let you attend school here, because you know things?"
"Partially. It's safe for me here and Dumbledore can have an eye on me, in case that I should find a liking in Dark Arts."
"Do you?"
"Not more than everybody, I guess. They're the forbidden apple, but I'm not mad about them, like my dad."
"Does he love you?"
"Who?"
"Your dad. Does he love you?"
Tom blinked at him and looked at him a while, before he answered. "Yes, I think so."
Suddenly he laughed and Draco followed his eyes. The whole Slytherin table and the other tables, too, stared at them in horror. Draco swallowed.
"Do you now know why I don't give a damn about what people say or do?" Tom asked.
"Yeah - let's eat something, shall we?"
They ate in silence and the faces turned to them got less with the time. When the meal ended and the prefects led the young students back to the common rooms, Professor Snape came over to them. "A word, Mr. Lestrange. Mr. Malfoy, you can wait for him in the common-room."
Dismissed, Draco followed his house-mates back to the common-room.
He just entered the former dungeon trough the wall, when his "friends", Vincent, Gregory and Pansy cornered him against the wall. The girl pinned him against the stone and looked at him slightly confused. "What the hell were you doing?"
"What are you talking about?"
"With Lestrange!"
"Talking?"
"He's HIS son! Draco! Do you know what will happen when your father finds out?"
"What should happen?"
"You don't know anything, do you?"
"What the hell are you talking about? What should I know?"
"That You-know-who's son slapped his father and said him face to face, that he didn't share his opinions and wouldn't support his plans and go to Hogwarts!"
"Oh."
"You - you didn't know?"
"Well, maybe I don't know, because my father is on the run and I'm not one of HIS shoe-lickers and won't be one in future!"
Pansy stared at him in shock, her face even topping the confused looks of Crabbe and Goyle. She opened her mouth and shut it again, before she spoke with wavering voice. "You won't be?"
"I said to my father that I wouldn't get my skin marked the moment he left home."
Pansy looked at him in horror. Draco continued. "And my mother quickly moved the money on my account, so that we weren't without any means and sent me a letter, said that she was proud of me." he chuckled.
"Oh." Pansy said and shut her mouth.
"Are you going to hate me now and praise the Great-Fucking-Dark Lord, or do you make up your mind now and think about your own future?"
"I guess we stay your friends, though I'm not sure what will happen in future. My parents told me to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays and wait what happens. I don't think they want me to become a Death Eater, so I wont."
Goyle nodded. "The same with me and Blaise. We will stay at Hogwarts as well, since my dad and his both parents are in Azkaban anyway."
"Good. What about you, Vincent?"
"I don't want to lick his shoes!" the boy mumbled.
He's never been the clever one, Draco thought. "All right. Seems, that our year are all on one side, then. We should talk to Tom and help him a bit. I doubt, that the other students will!"
-
Tom sat on a chair opposite of his Head of House, waiting for the older wizard to say something. He knew Snape quite well from his child-hood, when the Potions master had a thing with his mother, but since his father had risen again, they hadn't seen each other.
"How are you, Tom?"
"Quite well, Severus, thank you. Greetings from mum, by the way."
"How is she?"
"Not good. My father won't let her go and she doesn't want to hide until he's defeated."
"Understandable. What I wanted to tell you is, that the headmaster asks if you are willing to help in case of emergency to defend Mr. Potter."
"Only defend? Not to kill him?"
"Professor Dumbledore wouldn't ask you to kill your own father, Tom! No, only defend."
"Yes, but if I have to, I'll kill him. I won't just stand there, tell him that."
"I will, my dear boy." Snape sighed, "I hope you'll get along with your school-mates."
"I think I will."
"You talked with Mr. Malfoy at dinner, I suppose he's a good choice to befriend."
"I know, we have a lot in common. Anything else?"
"No, you can join your house-mates. I'll show you the entry."
He stood up and Tom followed him. Snape stopped at a wet spot on the wall. "Here we are. The common room is in the dungeons, but the dormitories are upstairs in usual rooms, you'll see. The password is "Draconis Noctem".
The wall slid open and he stepped in, leaving Snape behind, who went back to his office to prepare the lessons for the next day - Hufflepuff second years meant problems!