Note: This is the first fanfiction I have ever written so, please, do be too harsh! I own nothing, all characters and likewise belong to JKR. Enjoy...
It was a summer of blistering heat and a small blonde ran through the large estate of Malfoy Manor. As Draco came to the edge of the woods that surrounded the gardens, he saw the strangest sight he was yet to witness. Through the curling vines he could just about make out a twirling object that carried many children around with it. But, most intriguing of all, he heard the shouts of cries of the families that were happily playing together. In his six years, Draco had yet to meet anyone outside the walls of the manor and his Father's close knit group of Magical purists (though he was yet to realise this), and he longed for someone his own age to be with.
Finally, let his curiousity beckon and slipped through the gap in the fence that separated him from this new world.
As he heard the desparate shouts from his nurse, his small head turned back, and he momentarily said goodbye to the only world he had ever known.
The Muggle playground was a flurry and blur of bright and exciting colour, as he watched the circling roundabouts and shrill energy of the hundreds of racing children. And yet, he didn't see the slightest bit of magic working the wonderful devices.
"TAG!" screamed a small girl who was hurtling in Draco's direction.
"Stop! Nanny said Father would be angry if my clothes were dirty." spat a fearful Draco as the two abruptly collided.
Indeed, the last time he had come home splattered with mud, his Father had locked him in his room and instructed Dobby not to give him any food.
"I was only playing" she said indignantly.
Draco could see she meant no harm but he was uneasy, something about these people was strange, and he was confused why he couldn't see a single wand, something so normal around his house.
"Well, are you going to play with us or not?" she demanded.
"I guess... if you didn't push me over again" smiled Draco.
"Good, I'm Elinor" she said
Draco felt a rush of pride, had he just made a friend?
And so, the giggling group continued to play for hours on end until a very muddy and bedraggled Draco ran straight round the corner of the castle - straight into his Father
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"What in Merlin's name so you think you were doing?" hissed Lucius Malfoy, "Fraternising with Muggles! my own son!"
"Father, what are muggles?" asked Draco. You see, was so confused as to why couldn't he just go back and play.
A look of desparation spread across his face. This difficult conversation was one he had been dreading for years...
'Long ago, muggles knew of witches and wizards. However, many did not believe they should part of our society; muggles were stupid. The fakes they thought possessed our power would burn to death at the stake. They were no aware a simple flame freezing charm would blank the effect of the deadly blaze, so they did not know how easy it was to survive.
We would carry on as normal, those animals wasting the days away on their stupid hunts - So, sometimes we would hunt them. Fair is fair, is it not? But, alas, in the dawn of the 17th century, they learnt how to make a small piece of lead shoot out of a steel wand: guns, they called them.
The effect of these weapons threw the magical world into turmoil, many great wizards were killed. And so the International Statue of Secrecy was signed in 1689 to protect us from these beasts'
Once Lucius Malfoy had spat out these last words, he bore his eyes into his son and said,
'Now, do you understand why we hate, Draco?'
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Two weeks later, Draco stumbled upon the gap in the fence once more, and for the first time, looked upon the outside world in disgust.
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Late at night, five years later, he stared down at his food. The two boys his father had introduced to him were both as dum as muggles. And yet, his mind had started to wonder, to the time, the first time, his father had explained to him what they'd done. The slaughter, the killing: if these fellow pupils would help him punish these animals, he must be prepared to work with them.
But is this what he really wanted? The moment of sheer bliss, running carelessly through the the swirls of patent colour. The memory egged him to explore and discover the outer world. Why hadn't he ever left the grounds of the house since that fated afternoon?
Danger. Disgust. Righteousness. They were superior. They were mighty. Muggles were weak.
Fear.
What if his father found him? What of the Dark Lord returned to punish him? What if he could never be like Harry Potter?
No! He could no think of that, not now. Not at this dinner where his mind was so vunerable to legimens. Paranoia engulfed him as he felt his hands begin to twitch.
He had a job to do and he must do it. Why couldn't he just run free? The muggles must be punished. How he longed to tumble in the park again... Magic is Might. But why? Magic is Might. Why?!
'Draco!'
He was sharply dragged back to reality as his mother's worried voice spilt his ears.
'Are you alright, darling?' she continued, 'You look awfully pale..'
The sniggering from the visiting families sent prickles up his back, as his father's disappointed glare looked down upon him. He must serve the family name, he needed allies.
'Why of course Mother, now can you pass me the salt?'