Forgotten Wings Lying Broken on a Shattered Dream (Yeah It's Kinda Like That)
Chapter One
The Ritual went rather well... But is it Complete?
Disclaimer: Alas, I have to continue writing the same disclaimer on all my stories because I am not creative enough to make a new one. I own nothing but the plot and anything you don't recognize. Owning Draco Malfoy would be nice though! I'm sure most will agree with me on that!
Summary: Draco was killed 5 years ago and he is back but he doesn't know how long he's been gone. Now he wants his old life back and will stop at nothing to get it back. But can this get him killed once more?
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Hermione/Ron, Harry/Blaise, and Draco/Blaise. Basically anyone I see fit to add in together! Don't worry all pairings will be explained in due time.
A/n: Odd story but I hope you enjoy so here it is!
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'The ritual went rather well.' A figure thought as he stood up, brushing his robes off.
'Dark.' He mused. 'They must have put me in the family burial site already. Strange. They said it would only take a day at the most.'
He knew he was lying to himself. They, his fellow Death Eaters and father, had said it would only take a day if something went *horribly* wrong.
The boy, no older than 17 and strikingly handsome, ran a hand through his platinum hair, carefully running things through his memory and doing simple equations in his head. Once everything seemed in order in his mind he looked down at his robed arms and pale hands. He bent them in all the usual ways and figured everything was all right there, too.
After seeing that everything was working correctly and that he was still as brilliant as before he, once more, ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sure it was lying flat. He didn't like how it wasn't gelled as usual. It felt too soft without the half a bottle of gel that he usually drenched it in each morning. If only his wand was with him he'd light up the room and conjure a mirror and a bottle of sleekeazys.
When he had finally made it safely out of the mausoleum through the exit placed there solely for his use, he had to lift a ghostly pale hand to shield his eyes from the sun. It seemed brighter than he had remembered, but he supposed, when you were stuffed in a dark box for a while lights would tend to seem brighter.
After he was able to lower his hand, he scanned the area around him. It was indeed the graveyard, and it didn't seem to have changed since the last time he was here for his grandfather's burial. So at least he knew how to get to his house from here. He was surprised though, that no one had been sent to fill him in on the details of everything that had happened since his death.
About halfway down the block, he heard a child's voice exclaim behind him, "Auntie! Look at that man! He looks funny!"
He froze for a moment, before firmly placing a cool look on his face and spinning to face the child and her "Auntie."
"That's not nice, Michelle!" The woman, who could only be Auntie, scolded.
Draco did have to admit he wasn't looking his best today. He probably looked odd in his long wizard robes and he knew, by looking at his hands, that he must be paler than ever. Also, his hair was undoubtedly disheveled from the lack of gel and his futile attempt to get it to lay flat on his head. Yet, that gave the little girl no reason to comment on it, small child or not.
However, he still narrowed his cold eyes at the child, before turning his gaze to the aunt who looked curiously familiar.
"That *child* could do with some manners."
Although he was hardly more than a child himself, he still had to try out his voice. He could barely remember what it had sounded like but here it was. That unforgettable British aristocratic drawl of his.
The woman froze for a moment. Draco suspected it was in fury but when she lifted her head to look at him, he saw something quite different - masked hope and fear.
"Who the hell are you? And don't you even try any of that Draco Malfoy shit!" The voice was unmistakably, Hermione Grangers.
Smirking, he replied casually. "Draconius Lucius Malfoy III."
"Oh look. This one's done his research!" She sneered. "Now who are you?"
"Mudblood, I told you who"
She cut him off quickly. "What did you just call me?"
"You heard me, Granger. Mudblood, M-u-d-b-l"
"How did you know that he used to call me that?"
"Because quite possibly, I am him."
"No you-you're just like that psycho two years ago who claimed to have risen from the dead by the dark lord's hand to take over the world!" Seeing the look on his face, her face softened. "Kid, you're fresh out of Hogwarts, I can tell because you have that look. How about you give me your name and number and I'll call you about a good job at the Ministry?"
He shook his head and several platinum strands of hair fell into his eyes annoyingly. "How about you talk to people about that job and meet me at Gringotts at 8?"
Hermione gave him an inquisitive look.
"Couldn't afford a phone." He lied.
"Robe cost me too much." Now that wasn't a lie. The robe *had* cost quite a bit. 'Twas made of the finest silk, had 5 buttons made of pure silver shaped like hissing serpents intertwined with an 'M' on each, had a cross between and Malfoy crest and a Slytherin crest on it, along with various other little things that had cost thousands of galleons, which included the tiny Latin phrase (which translated into "through the darkness we shall conquer") under the strange Malfoy-Slytherin crest.
Her bright blue eyes traveled down to the said robe as she tucked her light brown hair behind her ears. The robe looked all too familiar. It was the one Draco had worn to his graduation, which incidentally had also ended up being the day he died, and to his funeral.
'Has to be a copy.' She decided. There was no way she was going to even think that this boy could be Draco. 'People do not just rise from the dead.'
"All right. I'll see you then I guess." She gave a quick, cheery wave, took her niece's hand, and headed down the street trying to figure out why she had agreed to meet him.
'Same reason you spoke at Draco's funeral.'
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He had a plan now. All he needed now was some new clothes, his Gringotts key, and most importantly, too know where Lucius and Narcissa were, not to mention revenge.
That asshole had had no right to kill him, especially on his damn graduation day. He just hoped his father had gotten that sadistic fuck sent to Azkaban where he belonged and administered the kiss of death.
He doubted it though, - very seriously doubted that would happen. Upon Draco's graduation, not many good witches and wizards liked him much, though people seemed to like him now from the way Hermione had acted.
'While on the subject.' He thought. 'She looked different somehow... older, maybe. But it can't be that long since I died.'
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A/n2: Ok hoped you enjoyed this first chapter. I am currently typing up the next on and the next installment of a story of my choice. "Could it be...Love" is being put on hold for a brief period of time. I shall be writing on other stories for a while I guess. I seem to be unable to write on only one story for any period of time. Hopefully, that will change if I do decide to pursue a career as an author... Along with my writing talent, hopefully, improving. (Yes, my opinion of my writing isn't too high half the time. I just wish I could write like some of the authors on this site!)
A/n3: The title is one I thought up while half asleep. Tell me what you think of it. I'm not sure if I should keep it or not...
Also, Thanks to everyone who has reviewed my other stories and those of you who are planning to review this one. I have one more story that will be up soon I hope. Its called "Fatal Attraction."
Chapter One
The Ritual went rather well... But is it Complete?
Disclaimer: Alas, I have to continue writing the same disclaimer on all my stories because I am not creative enough to make a new one. I own nothing but the plot and anything you don't recognize. Owning Draco Malfoy would be nice though! I'm sure most will agree with me on that!
Summary: Draco was killed 5 years ago and he is back but he doesn't know how long he's been gone. Now he wants his old life back and will stop at nothing to get it back. But can this get him killed once more?
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Hermione/Ron, Harry/Blaise, and Draco/Blaise. Basically anyone I see fit to add in together! Don't worry all pairings will be explained in due time.
A/n: Odd story but I hope you enjoy so here it is!
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'The ritual went rather well.' A figure thought as he stood up, brushing his robes off.
'Dark.' He mused. 'They must have put me in the family burial site already. Strange. They said it would only take a day at the most.'
He knew he was lying to himself. They, his fellow Death Eaters and father, had said it would only take a day if something went *horribly* wrong.
The boy, no older than 17 and strikingly handsome, ran a hand through his platinum hair, carefully running things through his memory and doing simple equations in his head. Once everything seemed in order in his mind he looked down at his robed arms and pale hands. He bent them in all the usual ways and figured everything was all right there, too.
After seeing that everything was working correctly and that he was still as brilliant as before he, once more, ran a hand through his hair, trying to make sure it was lying flat. He didn't like how it wasn't gelled as usual. It felt too soft without the half a bottle of gel that he usually drenched it in each morning. If only his wand was with him he'd light up the room and conjure a mirror and a bottle of sleekeazys.
When he had finally made it safely out of the mausoleum through the exit placed there solely for his use, he had to lift a ghostly pale hand to shield his eyes from the sun. It seemed brighter than he had remembered, but he supposed, when you were stuffed in a dark box for a while lights would tend to seem brighter.
After he was able to lower his hand, he scanned the area around him. It was indeed the graveyard, and it didn't seem to have changed since the last time he was here for his grandfather's burial. So at least he knew how to get to his house from here. He was surprised though, that no one had been sent to fill him in on the details of everything that had happened since his death.
About halfway down the block, he heard a child's voice exclaim behind him, "Auntie! Look at that man! He looks funny!"
He froze for a moment, before firmly placing a cool look on his face and spinning to face the child and her "Auntie."
"That's not nice, Michelle!" The woman, who could only be Auntie, scolded.
Draco did have to admit he wasn't looking his best today. He probably looked odd in his long wizard robes and he knew, by looking at his hands, that he must be paler than ever. Also, his hair was undoubtedly disheveled from the lack of gel and his futile attempt to get it to lay flat on his head. Yet, that gave the little girl no reason to comment on it, small child or not.
However, he still narrowed his cold eyes at the child, before turning his gaze to the aunt who looked curiously familiar.
"That *child* could do with some manners."
Although he was hardly more than a child himself, he still had to try out his voice. He could barely remember what it had sounded like but here it was. That unforgettable British aristocratic drawl of his.
The woman froze for a moment. Draco suspected it was in fury but when she lifted her head to look at him, he saw something quite different - masked hope and fear.
"Who the hell are you? And don't you even try any of that Draco Malfoy shit!" The voice was unmistakably, Hermione Grangers.
Smirking, he replied casually. "Draconius Lucius Malfoy III."
"Oh look. This one's done his research!" She sneered. "Now who are you?"
"Mudblood, I told you who"
She cut him off quickly. "What did you just call me?"
"You heard me, Granger. Mudblood, M-u-d-b-l"
"How did you know that he used to call me that?"
"Because quite possibly, I am him."
"No you-you're just like that psycho two years ago who claimed to have risen from the dead by the dark lord's hand to take over the world!" Seeing the look on his face, her face softened. "Kid, you're fresh out of Hogwarts, I can tell because you have that look. How about you give me your name and number and I'll call you about a good job at the Ministry?"
He shook his head and several platinum strands of hair fell into his eyes annoyingly. "How about you talk to people about that job and meet me at Gringotts at 8?"
Hermione gave him an inquisitive look.
"Couldn't afford a phone." He lied.
"Robe cost me too much." Now that wasn't a lie. The robe *had* cost quite a bit. 'Twas made of the finest silk, had 5 buttons made of pure silver shaped like hissing serpents intertwined with an 'M' on each, had a cross between and Malfoy crest and a Slytherin crest on it, along with various other little things that had cost thousands of galleons, which included the tiny Latin phrase (which translated into "through the darkness we shall conquer") under the strange Malfoy-Slytherin crest.
Her bright blue eyes traveled down to the said robe as she tucked her light brown hair behind her ears. The robe looked all too familiar. It was the one Draco had worn to his graduation, which incidentally had also ended up being the day he died, and to his funeral.
'Has to be a copy.' She decided. There was no way she was going to even think that this boy could be Draco. 'People do not just rise from the dead.'
"All right. I'll see you then I guess." She gave a quick, cheery wave, took her niece's hand, and headed down the street trying to figure out why she had agreed to meet him.
'Same reason you spoke at Draco's funeral.'
-----
He had a plan now. All he needed now was some new clothes, his Gringotts key, and most importantly, too know where Lucius and Narcissa were, not to mention revenge.
That asshole had had no right to kill him, especially on his damn graduation day. He just hoped his father had gotten that sadistic fuck sent to Azkaban where he belonged and administered the kiss of death.
He doubted it though, - very seriously doubted that would happen. Upon Draco's graduation, not many good witches and wizards liked him much, though people seemed to like him now from the way Hermione had acted.
'While on the subject.' He thought. 'She looked different somehow... older, maybe. But it can't be that long since I died.'
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A/n2: Ok hoped you enjoyed this first chapter. I am currently typing up the next on and the next installment of a story of my choice. "Could it be...Love" is being put on hold for a brief period of time. I shall be writing on other stories for a while I guess. I seem to be unable to write on only one story for any period of time. Hopefully, that will change if I do decide to pursue a career as an author... Along with my writing talent, hopefully, improving. (Yes, my opinion of my writing isn't too high half the time. I just wish I could write like some of the authors on this site!)
A/n3: The title is one I thought up while half asleep. Tell me what you think of it. I'm not sure if I should keep it or not...
Also, Thanks to everyone who has reviewed my other stories and those of you who are planning to review this one. I have one more story that will be up soon I hope. Its called "Fatal Attraction."