DRACO MALFOY

            "Mum?  Dad?" I cried.

            There were people all around me, but no one resembled one of my parents.   You see my parents are always going to stupid parties for rich people, and I get dragged along every time.  In fact, that is exactly where I am at this very moment—a creepy party for rich people.  This was one of the creepiest parties I'd been to in a long time, though.  The punch looked like blood—wait a second!  Punch always looks like blood—sorry.  Forget the punch, moving on.  There were human skulls by every punch bowl, and also on random tables.  The walls were covered in cobwebs, and cabinets in every corner full of strange potions and gross human parts I won't mention.  I mean this wasn't even a Halloween party, and there were spiders hanging from the ceiling! (Don't worry all you Ron Weasley's out there, the spiders were fake).  Also, everyone was dressed in dark colors as if this were a funeral.  The one thing that really made this party creepy, though, was that my parents weren't here to comfort me. 

            What?  No—I am not bloody well scared!  OK, maybe I am a little bit scared—but just a little. "Mum!" I called again.

            No answer.  Just people laughing and talking to each other.  I called again, this time for dad, but yet again, no answer.  I sat down and thought for a while on what to do.  Finally, I made up my mind and decided that they left the party, and just forgot me.  Okay, I know I should have waited for help, but it seemed to me that nobody at the party really cared that I had been separated from my parents.  Besides, it's possible that they did forget me.  They only want me so I can carry on the Malfoy family name.  As long as I'm alive, they don't care about me.

            So, without wasting anymore time, I stood up from the couch and set off in search of my parents.  I walked until I found myself in a dark alley, which led into an even darker and decayed room.  I looked around.  There were about a dozen people in the room, and they all wore black and red. A few were in maroon.  All girls were heavy make-up, and were extremely pale.  In fact, everyone was extremely pale, and just looking from face to face told me this was the wrong place to be.  Still, mum and dad could be here somewhere.

            I walked across the room and randomly picked a girl to ask about my parents.  She had long black hair and was wearing a bright red dress with matching nails. "Ex-Excuse me," I said to get her attention.

            She turned to face me, and a chill ran down my spine.  The girl had sky-blue eyes and ruby red lips.  I gulped. "Hey-I'm Draco Malfoy," I introduced myself.

            She showed no sign at all that she heard anything, or me but instead gave me a blank expression. "I'm Darla," she hissed, looking me straight in he eye.

            I'm really getting a feeling I shouldn't be here.  I quickly looked down, getting goose bumps.  Darla stretched out her arm and gently lifted my chin up.  I was forced to look her in the eyes, and her hand felt like ice. "Dear child…I see you want something…" she whispered in my ear.

            Her voice was soft and light, and her lips barely opened as she spoke.  I nodded. "Yes, I do," I told her. "My parents, see they-" I stopped as she moved closer to me—so close I could feel her breath against my face.

            Ok—I know what's happening!  She likes me—REALLY likes me!  She leaned in to kiss me, and it was so cool…

            Of course, if you can believe it, things got worse.  Darla leaned in to kiss my neck, but instead, I felt a sharp pinch. "OW!" I howled.

            She bit me! "OW! OW!"

            I slowly sank down to my knees from the pain.  Darla quickly sank her fangs into her own wrist, and put it up to my mouth.  The last thing I remember is tasting her blood…

            "Is he—dead?" a frightened voice squealed.

            I would know this voice from anywhere:  it was my mum's. "I'm sorry, Narcissa, but I'm afraid he is.  I've checked three times for any sign of a pulse, and he's stone cold.  He lost too much blood from the cut on his neck before we found him, " a different and unfamiliar voice explained.

            Dead?  Who's dead?  "What I want to know," piped in a cold voice I recognized at once.  This was my father's voice. "is how he got the cut?"

            He had a note of worry in his tone, and I could tell he was in no mood.  You can describe him with cryptic and impatient.  He's never patient.  The unfamiliar voice quickly replied, "Well, that can easily be explained, Lucius.  I can imagine how hard this is for you and your wife.  I have a daughter of my own, and if I ever lost her-"

            Mum broke into tears.  And I don't know about you, but I'm clueless here. "What killed my son?" dad demanded.

            "Well, Draco was probably bitten by an animal with a disease or a venomous creature.  The venom could have stopped his heart and killed him instantly.  He may not have felt much pain," the voice explained.

            I—I think I've been clued in and I—I think I'm—DEAD!  AAAH!  Wait a minute!  If I'm dead, how can I be thinking right now?  Maybe my body died, but my brain failed to shut down.  No, bollix all of that!  I am so confused. "Why did he leave the party?" dad questioned.

            I can answer that one!  Because mum and dad left, but forgot me.  My question is why did THEY leave? "I really can't answer that one," the cold, male voice said.

            He took grip of my arm, and I almost screamed.  Okay what IS going ON?  "Yes, today, Draco Alexander Dakota Malfoy—is pronounced—dead,"

            Mum cried louder, and ran her fingers through my hair.  Okay—I am like two seconds away from opening my eyes and yelling 'STOP WITH THE DRAMA—I'M NOT DEAD!'

            And that's exactly what I did in the middle of funeral arrangements—except for the 'stop with the drama' part.  I jerked away from the hand on my arm, and opened my eyes.  Mum screamed, going ghost white and my dad looked paler than that.  The other man seemed to be a healer that mum must have called when she found me.  The healer went ghost white, too. "WHAT IS WITH YOU GUYS?  I AM BLOODY WELL NOT DEAD!" I screamed, sitting up.

            The healer looked from my mum to my dad.  "I think I've gone crazy!" he said.

            Mum shook her head. "No—I see it, you see it, and Lucius does, too.  It must be real.  My son has to be alive,"

            She was still crying, and dad was holding her. "Well, since he's alive, you should take him to the hospital.  It's really a miracle he's alive, and we could lose him if we don't get medical attention soon," the healer explained.

            No way—no way am I going to the hospital.  NO WAY!  I still don't have a pulse, and my heart would be pounding now, but it's not even beating.  I have a pretty good idea of what's wrong with me, but I can't be sure.  I do now one thing.  Whatever's wrong with me, I want to know a long time before my parents do.