Fire...
The bringer of destruction, the bringer of light. It burns with passion and terror. A wild beast untamed and rash. It consumes with unyielding hunger, reducing everything to ash, dust and memories.
The internal fire of the soul is no different. It drives us, guides and fuels us. Mixed it with righteous anger and you have a concoction of passion and rage.
Drake knew this feeling all too well...
A blood curling scream pierced the night mixed together with the sound of crazed laughter.
Laying on his living room floor, Drake could taste blood in his mouth mixed with the fallen tears streaming down his face. Dragging himself across the floor to the fallen form next to him, he searched for any indicators of life in his father. The only thing that greeted him was empty lifeless blue eyes of his father and a slowing increasing blood puddle trickling out underneath him. The eyes stared up to the ceiling, pupils dilated and lacking any hint of warmth. Drake flinched as the screams continued to resonate inside the manor. He looked up to see his mother and aunt writhing in pain as flashes of red light danced off the walls. With sound of another horsed "Crucio", three figures looming over the bodies like shadows beginning laughing with the crazed mindset of madmen. The light of the wooden furniture burning around them casting light onto their silver masks.
"Please.."his aunt croaked out in a weak voice as she continued to spasm in pain,
The figure closest to Drake chucked to himself.
"Death is given to all those who continue to defy the purebloods" he gleefully replied
With the flash of green, the screams of his aunt and mother were silenced as they joined his father in the blissful embrace of death.
Drake could do nothing but watch with tears in his eyes as his family was ripped apart before his very eyes. His mind was unable to comprehend and fathom what had just occurred. How quickly what he held dear could be taken away.
As his mind tried to catch up, he heard the figures beginning to converse between themselves.
"Stake the bodies to the oak tree out front and then burn the manor. Leave this as an example to all those blood traitors and mudbloods that the we will continue what our lord started" spat out the death eater closest to Drake
"Right away Sir" said the other two in unison.
"I'II take care of this bastard child on the floor"
As Drake began to comprehend those words, he felt something break inside of him.
Anger, anger of likes he never had felt before began to burn inside of him. Like match being tossed into gas tank, it coursed through his veins like blood.
Anger about helplessness of his situation.
Anger about death of his beloved parents
Anger about towards the men standing not but 3 feet away from him.
As he was laying on the floor, Drake felt his magic increasing, mixing with his anger. Almost as in slow motion, the figures turned towards his direction. The leading death eater began to raise his wand, the tip of it taking on a dull green color. In that moment, Drake felt the flames of his angry overflow his body. With a sudden increase in temperature, his anger purged out his body and escaped into the open air surrounding him.
WOOSH!
He felt his body heat up as the air around him was superheated in an instant. Drake closed his eyes as the bright light became unbearable to witness. The energy leave his body in an instant with a fiery explosion. With almost all the energy in his body released, the sweet embrace of unconsciousness began to call to him, too strong to fight. The last he saw people the drooping of his eyelids was the smothering bodies of his would be killers, flesh melting off and dripping away. He closed his eyes and knew no more.
Drake suddenly opened his eyes, his breath coming in heavily in short bursts. He shot straight up in bed and began scanning the room. After seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he laid back down on his back staring up at the ceiling
"Another one" he thought to himself, exhaling the breath he didn't realize he was holding.
At age 16, he was still having nightmares of the fateful day. The day his life changed in the blink of an still reliving his dream in his mind, Drake heard a crisp popping sound resonate in his room.
"Master be best getting up now" he hear a squeaky little voice say.
"Ahh Tippy" groaned drake "yea I am getting up" he said as he shoved a pillow into his face
"Master needs to get up and go to Diagon alley" replied the house elf in the sternest face the little creature could make, unfortunately, not as effective with her size.
Drake threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up just as Tippy popped out of the room. He began to shuffled himself over the bathroom connected to his room to clean off the residue sweat off his body. As he was walking over, he took a glance around the room. It was a medium sized room, not too large as one would expect from a pureblood but nothing near of a pauper. It was was painted grey with posters spread randomly over the walls. A small shelf stood in the corner full to the brim with different books of size and shape. A desk sat snugly next to it littered with rolls of parchment and haphazardly tossed pens, remnants of his efforts to complete his summer assignments for his 6th year. Letters intermingled with the assignments of correspondences with friends. The room was a blend of muggle technology and wizard engineering.
Drake took a long, hot shower to help himself relax. He then dried himself off, changed into muggle jeans and a sliver t-shirt, headed out his room and down the stairs to the kitchen. The sound of sizzling bacon and the sight of a plate of freshly scrambled eggs met his senses. Tippy was standing over the stove on a stool with a chef hat and apron on frying bacon. Drake sat down at the small table adjacent to the kitchen. As he sat down, Tippy snapped her fingers and with a puff of smoke, a plate of eggs, bacon, toast, fruit, and potatoes appeared in front of Drake. As he was eating, he reminisced upon his life up to this point. At age 6, his parents had been killed by death eaters and to the general population, himself as well. Tippy had popped into the manor after the wards the death eaters had placed fell with their deaths. Tippy was able to save the young master but the manor didn't fare as well. The fire consumed the manor destroying everything and rendering it to ash and charcoal. Luckily for Drake, his family owned a second, smaller house in London which provided a safe haven for the time being.With death eaters still on the prow, Tippy and other house elves feared for the young masters life. Even with the death of the Dark lord 3 years beforehand, chaos still reigned over England with numerous families homeless, parentless, and childless. The Aurors spread thin as many were killed in the last war, refusing to use lethal force, resulting in their numbers being greatly diminished compared to the death eaters. With every new batch of recruits though, their numbers were steadily growing.
With all these thing combined, the house elves of Ainsworth manor decided to keep the young master at the house to prevent him from being taken into a orphanage or being finished off by the remaining few death eaters. Little did they know, everyone already thought the Ainsworth family to be extinct as his family was the last of the line.
Growing up, Drake didn't have that bad childhood after that day. The house elves provided for everything he would possibly need, acting as surrogate parents to help fill the void left in his life. While this turned out working pretty well from him, he never forgot that day when his life went to shit.
Drake finished up breakfast and his musings, placing the dish in the soapy water in the sink and headed over to the floo in the living room.
"I'll probably be gone all day so no need to make lunch" Drake said over his shoulder to Tippy who had started cleaning the dishes.
"Have a good day master Drake" squeaked the house elf.
Drake stood in the fireplace and with a shout of "Diagon Alley!" he was off.
