Author's Notes:
I posted this one in an other site a while ago... it is my first FanFic EVER! no kidding!
so i ask the merciful readers to be kind
(AND I HATE THE FORMATTING TOOLS IN THIS SITE .)
Summary:
Draco is turned into a girl by Voldemort in order to complete a ritual, but Draco somehow finds shelter in Harry's room!
this will not follow the books' chronological order completely, i will try to at least keep it cannon!
Disclaimer:
The Harry Potter series is own by Ms. Rowling, and all th companies she shares its rights with! I merely do this because i am a big fan, and quite frankly find it enjoyable. I make no profit using these characters, it's all just for fun!
CHAPTER 1
THE BETRAYAL
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The covers were pulled away from him, taking the warmth they offered
.
Draco woke up abruptly to his father screaming orders at him.
"Get dressed quickly and come to my study when you are ready!" he snapped at his semi-conscious son and left the room.
Draco complied to his father's orders,
It was not unusual for his father to wake him in such manner,it was probably another of his mid night drills.
The man was becoming more paranoid since the Dark Lord's return.
It frightened Draco to know that someday he would have to follow his father's foot steps, and vow to that poor excuse of a human the death
eaters called "Master".
Draco knocked on the study's door and was promptly let in by a house elf.
His father sat in an armchair by the fire place, facing him. This meant he was due for a "talk".
He approached his father, and sure enough.
"Draco, the Dark Lord's return is a great blessing to us;
if He comes to power it will benefit our family greatly, as you are well aware of.
But you see, Draco, He is weak at the moment; His body is frail, and his health poor.
He is vulnerable in this state and something must be done before His enemies find out."
Draco had no idea why he had been woken up in the middle of the night for this; he doubted there was anything he could do to help that
thing
"Father, I-"
"Please Draco, let me continue." The elder Malfoy interrupted.
"You see, when He acquired His new body His magic was affected;
this caused Him to be unable to recuperate His previous health.
Somehow He is unable to use His magic at it's optimum potential; it is almost as if it is locked in His body.
This suppressed magic is slowly eroding His already poor health.
We have found a way, we believe, to extract that suppressed magic in order to regain His health." Lucius Malfoy shuffled uncomfortably in his
seat.
This made Draco nervous;
Malfoys don't 'shuffle'.
Something was wrong, he new he was in trouble.
Draco had always known that his father would do anything for the Dark Lord, but would he give his son's life for Him?!
Was Draco to become a sacrifice to completely resurrect a half dead thing?!
"The Dark Lord," Lucius continued,
"has researched extensively every genealogy tree from His followers in order to find the least tainted, the purest.
It is necessary for this ritual, access to purest vessel available, and us Malfoys have always prided our selves in this matter;
there is no blood as pure as ours, and the Dark Lord knows this." The elder Malfoy stopped and looked at his son.
Draco had never been stupid, Lucius knew this;
the anxious look in his son's eyes told him he knew something was wrong.
Lucius quickly looked away into the fire and continued.
"In order for this ritual to work the Dark Lord must… 'Bond' with a pure blood person;
the purest to be exact." Lucius still looking at the fire, lowered his gaze and whispered with a sad smile,
"He has bestowed that honor upon you Draco…"
The sentence hung heavy in the air.
Draco didn't react.
His brain could not process the words his Father had just spoken.
Lucius, at the absence of a response, looked up at his son.
His only heir.
His pride and joy.
Slowly but surely he saw understanding dawn in his eyes,
soon after, revulsion contorted his features into a mask of disgust.
"I'm sorry Draco"
"Father, I-"
"I'm sorry Draco"
"Can't someone else-?"
The room exploded with movement as twelve Death Eaters apparated in it.
He was grabbed by two.
Didn't struggle, he couldn't.
He looked at his father sitting frozen in his chair,
one tear sliding down his cheek.
Crushing darkness squeezed the air out him.
He apparated in a dark room, two death eaters still holding him.
"Hello Draco," a high voiced hissed at him.
Draco's neck snapped towards the voice.
He came face to face with a pale, snake-like mask smiling at him….
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oooh, ok!
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