A/N:…What can I say? Read it, love it, review it.
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Disclaimer: Okay, this is the only one I'm putting up, so listen carefully: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!! If I did, I wouldn't be writing fan fictions, now would I?
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Draco Angor
Chapter 1
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"Mister Malfoy, I must ask that you get cleaned up--"
"Can I see my mother or not?"
I cut Healer Pyre off and rose from my place on the floor next to my mothers hospital room at St. Mungos. I glanced down at the place where I was sitting and saw a small puddle of blood. There was even a smear of blood on the wall where I had rested my back.
Healer Pyre sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Mister Malfoy…"
"Yes or no?" I growled, trying to keep myself from punching the Healer as hard as I could in places I shouldn't.
"Mister Malfoy, you must listen to me!" The Healer said sternly, crossing his arms, "Your mother will die, and most likely within the next few hours."
I froze, my hands and feet automatically losing feeling. I stared at him, hoping I had just heard him wrong, hoping that the one person left alive that really loved me wasn't going to die in just a few hours…
"Can I go see her?" I asked, my voice not betraying the utter distress that was ripping me apart on the inside.
Healer Pyre sighed and nodded, moving to the side so I could walk inside the small room and see my dying mother.
The room itself was an insult to my mood. It was painted a bright white that seemed to glow in the bright white lights. Everything looked bright and…clean. Against the back wall was a small white bed, and in that bed, was my mother. I felt a sob climbing up my throat as I caught site of her. She was so pale she seemed nearly blue. Hell, her lips -were- blue. Dark purple circles were clearly visible under her eyes. They seemed to melt with the bruises that Lucius had marred her once-beautiful face with. Actually, the bruises on her face seemed like nothing next to the huge gashes covering her arms, abdomen, and legs. That was probably the reason for her death…blood-loss. Most of the blood on me was from her. Even magic can't replace blood that quickly, and Mother was losing it fast. Even the bandages that had been put on her no more than an hour ago were already pink with blood.
I walked forward until I was next to the bed and stared down at the pained face of my mother. Even in her sleep she couldn't find rest….I reached down and grabbed her hand, smothering the tiny thing in my own. I held it up and pressed it against my chest, trying to purge the coldness from it. I tilted my head down slightly and kissed the back of her hand, before I pressed it against my warm cheek. She awoke when I did so and looked up at me with warm blue eyes, so full of life although she was so close to death….
"Mother," I said, trying to smile for her.
"Draco…" She replied, her voice rough and her breath ragged, "My son…"
I crawled up into the bed next to my mother and buried my head in her shoulder, no easy feat seeing as how I'm over a foot taller than her. She reached up with her free hand and began to stroke my blood-stained hair.
"My son…" My mother repeated. I turned my head upwards and looked into her eyes.
"Mother…" I said softly, "The Healer…he said…"
I swallowed hard.
"He said you only have a few hours the live, Mother."
My mother smiled softly and tilted her head upwards.
"The Healer…lied…" She said.
I felt myself relax. Of course he did. Of course she wasn't going to die! Damn healers were wrong about everything….
"I…believe…I only…have…a few…minutes…at most…"
My world shattered for the third time that day. I looked up at her and our eyes met. I could tell she wasn't lying. I felt the tears falling before I was even aware of crying.
"Shhh…" Mother whispered, "Don't…cry for me…Draco…"
"Don't leave me…" I whispered back, burying my face in the groove of her shoulder again.
"I must tell you…before I die…" She whispered into my hair, "Lucius…he wasn't…he wasn't your real father…"
I looked up, the tears stopping almost immediately when I heard this news.
"What?" I asked unbelievingly. Not that I was disappointed. I really didn't want to be related to that bastard, but it was still an ultimate shock.
"He's…he's your uncle…" She whispered, her voice seemed to get fainter, "Your…your real father…was Damion…"
Uncle Damion….Or should I start calling her father now? Well, actually, neither would work. Now the only thing I can call him is dead. The Dark Lord had seen to that two years ago in my sixth year.
"I…I…love you…Draco…" My mother said, her voice just above a whisper.
"I love you , too…" I sat up, looking down at the frail woman in front of me, "Mother…"
She took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. And, with that….She was gone.
I closed her eyes and kissed her forehead one last time before I got up and left the room.
"Is she…?" Healer Pyre asked as I left the room. I nodded and shoved past him, walking quickly down the hall.
"Do you have anywhere to stay?" Healer Pyre yelled down the hall at me, "Any family or anything?"
I stopped and turned around, looking at him with a cold look on my face.
"I -have- no family. I'll sleep in the streets. I don't give a damn. I really don't."
Healer Pyre looked at me with a sorry look on his face and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get it out I turned and started walking down the hall at an even quicker pace than before.
As I walked, the sound of blood pounding in my ears seemed to grow in volume until it was an echo, repeating the same word over, and over, and over…
Dead…dead…dead…dead…DEAD…DEAD…
I pressed my hands firmly over my ears and tried to drown out the infernal pounding, but it only increased the sound. The feeling of someone ripping my heart out of my chest and setting it on fire didn't help. Eventually, the sadness and the hatred for everything Lucius had taken away from me began to be the only thing I felt, and the feeling grew. And grew. And grew. It eventually got to the point where I couldn't stand it anymore, and I dropped to my knees and started to yell, allowing a small release of my anguished soul. When I ran out of breath, I looked up and was faced with the entire waiting room staring at me like I was insane.
I would have been embarrassed, if I hadn't just lost my sense of feeling anything. I stood calmly and headed for the doors, but someone stood in my way. In fact, five people stood in my way. I looked up and was able to recognize them.
Molly Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter stood in my way.
"Move," I said calmly.
"Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said, his voice almost as calm as me, "I'm afraid I can't let you go."
I groaned and felt me knees crumple beneath me.
"If I swear to be a good boy for ever and ever like Potter over there will you let me go and die in peace?" I said, looking up at the old man from the ground.
"Mr. Malfoy--"
"Stop calling me that," I said sharply.
"Fine," Dumbledore sighed, "But I'm afraid I can't let you go, seeing as how you -have- no place to go."
"Like I told that damn Healer," I said, "I don't give a shit anymore!"
"Mr. Mal--Draco, I must ask that you stop swearing."
"Okay, if you won't let me go on to live my sorry, pathetic life, will you at least tell me where you're going to take me if I decide to go with you?" I sighed, standing up and facing the group.
"Well," Dumbledore looked around the small group, "I'm afraid that, unless Mr. Potter highly objects, you'll have to stay with him."
He looked towards Potter as if waiting for a response. Potter just shrugged.
"As long as he stays out of my stuff, I'm okay with it," Potter said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"You're kidding, right?" Weasley looked at his friend, "I mean, think of who we're talking about!"
"I am," Potter said, looking at me calmly, "And I believe it's the first time I've actually -seen- him…"
"They all know about my mother then?" I asked Dumbledore, looking around the group.
"They know why she's here," Dumbledore replied, "How is she, anyway?"
"Dead," I said coldly, my voice cracking.
"Oh dear," Mrs. Weasley said at once, looking at me, "Are you alright?"
I nearly laughed at this. I was covered in blood, I had just seen my 'father' beat the shit out of my mother, and my mother had just died in my arms. So was I fine? Guess.
"Give me a knife and I will be."
They looked stunned at my answer.
"Fine," I sighed, "I'll go and live with people who would probably kill me in my sleep. Can I just go back to the Manor and get some clothes?"
Dumbledore looked from me, to Granger, then back to me.
"Ms. Granger will have to accompany you," Dumbledore finally said.
Granger stepped forward and stood next to me.
"You guys go ahead back to Harry's house," She said, glancing at me, "We'll just go on the Manor."
I looked at her and opened my mouth to ask her how she was going to apparate there if she didn't know where it was, but she cut me off.
"I know where it is," She said, "I read a book about it."
"There's a book on my house?" I said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well," She shrugged, "Technically, it's on the ten greatest mansions of the age, and you're rated number eight."
"Oh," I said, "…Well, let's go then."
The other group each disappeared with a slight -pop- while Granger and I apparated to the Malfoy Manor.
When we got there, however, I automatically wished I hadn't. We apparated in the main hallway of the mansion, which led to a huge staircase that led up to the second, third, and fourth floors. Also, this hallway was where my mother had been beaten to death, thus there was a huge puddle of blood on the tile floor in front of us. Hermione gagged and clamped her hand firmly over her mouth while I crouched down and took a closer look at the puddle, forcing back the vomit that was climbing up my throat. I reached my hand forward and trailed my fingers along the floor, gathering blood on them. The blood was already cold and beginning to dry. I rubbed it between my index finger and my thumb, beginning to think. This had come from my mother. It was cold…like she would be forever now…
I got up suddenly and started to walk up the stairs, ignoring the puddles of blood (these were probably mine) that stained the carpet. Hermione immediately started to follow me, carefully stepping around the puddles of blood. I went up to the third floor and turned right down the hall that led to my room. I lifted my hand and ran it along the white walls, leaving lines of blood across the wall. I smiled and chuckled softly at this, enjoying the way the blood slowly dripped down the wall…
Hermione reached forward and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from the wall.
"Stop," She said softly, "Please…"
I stopped and looked at her. She had a slightly desperate look in her eyes, so I stopped and started walking towards my room again. When I reached the door, I found the door to be partially open already and the sound of someone moving around inside. I put my hand in front of Hermione to stop her from walking and quietly walked up to the door. I glanced inside my room, took a step back, and kicked the door completely open.
Daisy, my new House Elf, has two bags in front of her. One was closed and easily recognized as my mothers while the other was open and clearly recognizable as mine. Daisy jumped back when I kicked the door open, dropping the pile of clothes she was holding and falling backwards.
"Hullo," I said, walking into the room and kneeling down in front of her, "Whatcha doin'?"
"Master Draco!" The small House Elf cried, her enormous blue eyes opening even wider than they already were. It took her a second to register the fact that I was actually -there-, then another second to throw herself at me and hug me tightly. I was taken aback for a moment before I hugged her back. I actually liked this House Elf.
"Master Draco," Daisy said as she let me go and moved back, starting to collect the clothes she had just dropped (-my- clothes actually), "I'm packing your things. You must leave! Master Lucius might come back!"
"Okay," I said, standing up and looking around, "If he does come back Daisy, please, tell him you don't know where we are."
"Yessir," Daisy nodded vigorously as she continued to pack my things, "That other bag is full of your mother's things."
"My mother's dead Daisy," I said automatically.
"Yessir," Daisy replied, "Ronny felt it when your mother died, sir. He's already left, sir. But I got her things so that dreadful aunt of yours wouldn't get the, sir. I know how you feel about her, sir."
"Thanks…" I said, smiling slightly as Daisy finished packing and zipped the bag up. She picked them up although they were nearly twice her size and set them on the ground next to the bed.
"Can you get one of the bags?" I turned and asked Hermione.
She nodded and stepped forward next to me to get a back, but a loud -pop- echoed throughout the nearly empty house. The pop was followed by a loud curse. I knew that voice automatically.
"Lucius…" I whispered.
"What?!" Hermione whispered back, looking slightly panicky.
"Get under the bed!" I replied, kicking the bags under the bed, "Now!"
She nodded before she got down on her stomach and rolled under the bed. I followed when I heard footsteps on the stairs and ended up rolling on top of Hermione. I pulled the blankets down over the edge of the bed to hide us when I heard Lucius coming down the hallway. Hermione stayed quite calm considering the fact that I was on top of her. I leaned my head down until my mouth was next to her ear and whispered:
"Don't move. Don't breath. Once he leaves we have to use Floo powder to get to Potter's house since I don't know where it is. Understand?"
I felt Hermione nod from below me as Lucius walked into my room.
"Where's the boy?" He asked Daisy.
"I don't know, sir," She replied, "He was here a while ago, but he left, sir. He didn't say where he was going, sir."
"You didn't stop him?" Lucius asked coldly.
"You didn't tell me to stop him, sir!" Daisy answered, "If you had, sir, I would have gladly stopped him, sir!"
"You better not be lying to me, elf," Lucius said, "If you are, you'll get a lot worse than clothes."
I felt Hermione start to tremble beneath me and I leaned down, giving her the best hug I could in the odd position we were in. This made her calm down a little bit. She stopped shaking at least.
"Never, sir!" Daisy said quickly.
Lucius growled and took a step forward, kicking Daisy squarely in the face before he turned and left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
I rolled out from under the bed and helped Hermione out after me. I put a finger over my closed lips and nodded sideways towards Daisy. Hermione nodded and rushed over to Daisy, kneeling down next to her to check and see if she was okay. I slid the bags out from under the bed and put them on top of the bed before I walked over to the fireplace against the right wall and checked the small flower pot on a table next to it. It was filled to the brim with Floo powder. I turned back around and looked towards Hermione and Daisy. Daisy had stood and was now trying to stop her bleeding nose.
"Draco," Hermione whispered, motioning to Daisy, "Can we take her with us?"
"Do you want to go?" I asked Daisy, crouching down in front of her.
"Pwease, sur!" Daisy whispered, her nose still flowing a greenish-red blood.
"Okay," I answered, looking up at Hermione, "You need to go first so we know where to go."
Hermione nodded, grabbed the bag containing my mother's things, took a handful of Floo powder, and stepped into the fire.
"Twelve Grimmauld Place!" She said clearly, disappearing in a flash of green flames.
"Can you apparate there?" I asked Daisy, picking up the other bag and taking a few steps closer to the fireplace. Daisy nodded quickly.
"Wait until I leave, then apparate out of here, okay?" I said. Another nod.
"Okay then," I said, grabbing a handful of Floo powder and stepping into the fireplace.
"Ready?" I asked Daisy.
Yet another nod.
"Twelve Grimmauld Place!" I said clearly after dropping the powder.
The room started to spin and I closed my eyes to keep from throwing up. When I felt myself steady, I looked up and stepped out of the fireplace, dusting myself off. Hermione was standing in front of me, with the rest of the 'gang' standing behind her.
"Welcome, Draco," Dumbledore said, smiling slightly, "To Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place."
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A/N: And there's the seven-page first chapter! Review if you like it. If you didn't like it, well you just wasted a while, now didn't you?
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Disclaimer: Okay, this is the only one I'm putting up, so listen carefully: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!! If I did, I wouldn't be writing fan fictions, now would I?
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Draco Angor
Chapter 1
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"Mister Malfoy, I must ask that you get cleaned up--"
"Can I see my mother or not?"
I cut Healer Pyre off and rose from my place on the floor next to my mothers hospital room at St. Mungos. I glanced down at the place where I was sitting and saw a small puddle of blood. There was even a smear of blood on the wall where I had rested my back.
Healer Pyre sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Mister Malfoy…"
"Yes or no?" I growled, trying to keep myself from punching the Healer as hard as I could in places I shouldn't.
"Mister Malfoy, you must listen to me!" The Healer said sternly, crossing his arms, "Your mother will die, and most likely within the next few hours."
I froze, my hands and feet automatically losing feeling. I stared at him, hoping I had just heard him wrong, hoping that the one person left alive that really loved me wasn't going to die in just a few hours…
"Can I go see her?" I asked, my voice not betraying the utter distress that was ripping me apart on the inside.
Healer Pyre sighed and nodded, moving to the side so I could walk inside the small room and see my dying mother.
The room itself was an insult to my mood. It was painted a bright white that seemed to glow in the bright white lights. Everything looked bright and…clean. Against the back wall was a small white bed, and in that bed, was my mother. I felt a sob climbing up my throat as I caught site of her. She was so pale she seemed nearly blue. Hell, her lips -were- blue. Dark purple circles were clearly visible under her eyes. They seemed to melt with the bruises that Lucius had marred her once-beautiful face with. Actually, the bruises on her face seemed like nothing next to the huge gashes covering her arms, abdomen, and legs. That was probably the reason for her death…blood-loss. Most of the blood on me was from her. Even magic can't replace blood that quickly, and Mother was losing it fast. Even the bandages that had been put on her no more than an hour ago were already pink with blood.
I walked forward until I was next to the bed and stared down at the pained face of my mother. Even in her sleep she couldn't find rest….I reached down and grabbed her hand, smothering the tiny thing in my own. I held it up and pressed it against my chest, trying to purge the coldness from it. I tilted my head down slightly and kissed the back of her hand, before I pressed it against my warm cheek. She awoke when I did so and looked up at me with warm blue eyes, so full of life although she was so close to death….
"Mother," I said, trying to smile for her.
"Draco…" She replied, her voice rough and her breath ragged, "My son…"
I crawled up into the bed next to my mother and buried my head in her shoulder, no easy feat seeing as how I'm over a foot taller than her. She reached up with her free hand and began to stroke my blood-stained hair.
"My son…" My mother repeated. I turned my head upwards and looked into her eyes.
"Mother…" I said softly, "The Healer…he said…"
I swallowed hard.
"He said you only have a few hours the live, Mother."
My mother smiled softly and tilted her head upwards.
"The Healer…lied…" She said.
I felt myself relax. Of course he did. Of course she wasn't going to die! Damn healers were wrong about everything….
"I…believe…I only…have…a few…minutes…at most…"
My world shattered for the third time that day. I looked up at her and our eyes met. I could tell she wasn't lying. I felt the tears falling before I was even aware of crying.
"Shhh…" Mother whispered, "Don't…cry for me…Draco…"
"Don't leave me…" I whispered back, burying my face in the groove of her shoulder again.
"I must tell you…before I die…" She whispered into my hair, "Lucius…he wasn't…he wasn't your real father…"
I looked up, the tears stopping almost immediately when I heard this news.
"What?" I asked unbelievingly. Not that I was disappointed. I really didn't want to be related to that bastard, but it was still an ultimate shock.
"He's…he's your uncle…" She whispered, her voice seemed to get fainter, "Your…your real father…was Damion…"
Uncle Damion….Or should I start calling her father now? Well, actually, neither would work. Now the only thing I can call him is dead. The Dark Lord had seen to that two years ago in my sixth year.
"I…I…love you…Draco…" My mother said, her voice just above a whisper.
"I love you , too…" I sat up, looking down at the frail woman in front of me, "Mother…"
She took in a deep breath, then let it out slowly. And, with that….She was gone.
I closed her eyes and kissed her forehead one last time before I got up and left the room.
"Is she…?" Healer Pyre asked as I left the room. I nodded and shoved past him, walking quickly down the hall.
"Do you have anywhere to stay?" Healer Pyre yelled down the hall at me, "Any family or anything?"
I stopped and turned around, looking at him with a cold look on my face.
"I -have- no family. I'll sleep in the streets. I don't give a damn. I really don't."
Healer Pyre looked at me with a sorry look on his face and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get it out I turned and started walking down the hall at an even quicker pace than before.
As I walked, the sound of blood pounding in my ears seemed to grow in volume until it was an echo, repeating the same word over, and over, and over…
Dead…dead…dead…dead…DEAD…DEAD…
I pressed my hands firmly over my ears and tried to drown out the infernal pounding, but it only increased the sound. The feeling of someone ripping my heart out of my chest and setting it on fire didn't help. Eventually, the sadness and the hatred for everything Lucius had taken away from me began to be the only thing I felt, and the feeling grew. And grew. And grew. It eventually got to the point where I couldn't stand it anymore, and I dropped to my knees and started to yell, allowing a small release of my anguished soul. When I ran out of breath, I looked up and was faced with the entire waiting room staring at me like I was insane.
I would have been embarrassed, if I hadn't just lost my sense of feeling anything. I stood calmly and headed for the doors, but someone stood in my way. In fact, five people stood in my way. I looked up and was able to recognize them.
Molly Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter stood in my way.
"Move," I said calmly.
"Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said, his voice almost as calm as me, "I'm afraid I can't let you go."
I groaned and felt me knees crumple beneath me.
"If I swear to be a good boy for ever and ever like Potter over there will you let me go and die in peace?" I said, looking up at the old man from the ground.
"Mr. Malfoy--"
"Stop calling me that," I said sharply.
"Fine," Dumbledore sighed, "But I'm afraid I can't let you go, seeing as how you -have- no place to go."
"Like I told that damn Healer," I said, "I don't give a shit anymore!"
"Mr. Mal--Draco, I must ask that you stop swearing."
"Okay, if you won't let me go on to live my sorry, pathetic life, will you at least tell me where you're going to take me if I decide to go with you?" I sighed, standing up and facing the group.
"Well," Dumbledore looked around the small group, "I'm afraid that, unless Mr. Potter highly objects, you'll have to stay with him."
He looked towards Potter as if waiting for a response. Potter just shrugged.
"As long as he stays out of my stuff, I'm okay with it," Potter said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"You're kidding, right?" Weasley looked at his friend, "I mean, think of who we're talking about!"
"I am," Potter said, looking at me calmly, "And I believe it's the first time I've actually -seen- him…"
"They all know about my mother then?" I asked Dumbledore, looking around the group.
"They know why she's here," Dumbledore replied, "How is she, anyway?"
"Dead," I said coldly, my voice cracking.
"Oh dear," Mrs. Weasley said at once, looking at me, "Are you alright?"
I nearly laughed at this. I was covered in blood, I had just seen my 'father' beat the shit out of my mother, and my mother had just died in my arms. So was I fine? Guess.
"Give me a knife and I will be."
They looked stunned at my answer.
"Fine," I sighed, "I'll go and live with people who would probably kill me in my sleep. Can I just go back to the Manor and get some clothes?"
Dumbledore looked from me, to Granger, then back to me.
"Ms. Granger will have to accompany you," Dumbledore finally said.
Granger stepped forward and stood next to me.
"You guys go ahead back to Harry's house," She said, glancing at me, "We'll just go on the Manor."
I looked at her and opened my mouth to ask her how she was going to apparate there if she didn't know where it was, but she cut me off.
"I know where it is," She said, "I read a book about it."
"There's a book on my house?" I said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well," She shrugged, "Technically, it's on the ten greatest mansions of the age, and you're rated number eight."
"Oh," I said, "…Well, let's go then."
The other group each disappeared with a slight -pop- while Granger and I apparated to the Malfoy Manor.
When we got there, however, I automatically wished I hadn't. We apparated in the main hallway of the mansion, which led to a huge staircase that led up to the second, third, and fourth floors. Also, this hallway was where my mother had been beaten to death, thus there was a huge puddle of blood on the tile floor in front of us. Hermione gagged and clamped her hand firmly over her mouth while I crouched down and took a closer look at the puddle, forcing back the vomit that was climbing up my throat. I reached my hand forward and trailed my fingers along the floor, gathering blood on them. The blood was already cold and beginning to dry. I rubbed it between my index finger and my thumb, beginning to think. This had come from my mother. It was cold…like she would be forever now…
I got up suddenly and started to walk up the stairs, ignoring the puddles of blood (these were probably mine) that stained the carpet. Hermione immediately started to follow me, carefully stepping around the puddles of blood. I went up to the third floor and turned right down the hall that led to my room. I lifted my hand and ran it along the white walls, leaving lines of blood across the wall. I smiled and chuckled softly at this, enjoying the way the blood slowly dripped down the wall…
Hermione reached forward and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from the wall.
"Stop," She said softly, "Please…"
I stopped and looked at her. She had a slightly desperate look in her eyes, so I stopped and started walking towards my room again. When I reached the door, I found the door to be partially open already and the sound of someone moving around inside. I put my hand in front of Hermione to stop her from walking and quietly walked up to the door. I glanced inside my room, took a step back, and kicked the door completely open.
Daisy, my new House Elf, has two bags in front of her. One was closed and easily recognized as my mothers while the other was open and clearly recognizable as mine. Daisy jumped back when I kicked the door open, dropping the pile of clothes she was holding and falling backwards.
"Hullo," I said, walking into the room and kneeling down in front of her, "Whatcha doin'?"
"Master Draco!" The small House Elf cried, her enormous blue eyes opening even wider than they already were. It took her a second to register the fact that I was actually -there-, then another second to throw herself at me and hug me tightly. I was taken aback for a moment before I hugged her back. I actually liked this House Elf.
"Master Draco," Daisy said as she let me go and moved back, starting to collect the clothes she had just dropped (-my- clothes actually), "I'm packing your things. You must leave! Master Lucius might come back!"
"Okay," I said, standing up and looking around, "If he does come back Daisy, please, tell him you don't know where we are."
"Yessir," Daisy nodded vigorously as she continued to pack my things, "That other bag is full of your mother's things."
"My mother's dead Daisy," I said automatically.
"Yessir," Daisy replied, "Ronny felt it when your mother died, sir. He's already left, sir. But I got her things so that dreadful aunt of yours wouldn't get the, sir. I know how you feel about her, sir."
"Thanks…" I said, smiling slightly as Daisy finished packing and zipped the bag up. She picked them up although they were nearly twice her size and set them on the ground next to the bed.
"Can you get one of the bags?" I turned and asked Hermione.
She nodded and stepped forward next to me to get a back, but a loud -pop- echoed throughout the nearly empty house. The pop was followed by a loud curse. I knew that voice automatically.
"Lucius…" I whispered.
"What?!" Hermione whispered back, looking slightly panicky.
"Get under the bed!" I replied, kicking the bags under the bed, "Now!"
She nodded before she got down on her stomach and rolled under the bed. I followed when I heard footsteps on the stairs and ended up rolling on top of Hermione. I pulled the blankets down over the edge of the bed to hide us when I heard Lucius coming down the hallway. Hermione stayed quite calm considering the fact that I was on top of her. I leaned my head down until my mouth was next to her ear and whispered:
"Don't move. Don't breath. Once he leaves we have to use Floo powder to get to Potter's house since I don't know where it is. Understand?"
I felt Hermione nod from below me as Lucius walked into my room.
"Where's the boy?" He asked Daisy.
"I don't know, sir," She replied, "He was here a while ago, but he left, sir. He didn't say where he was going, sir."
"You didn't stop him?" Lucius asked coldly.
"You didn't tell me to stop him, sir!" Daisy answered, "If you had, sir, I would have gladly stopped him, sir!"
"You better not be lying to me, elf," Lucius said, "If you are, you'll get a lot worse than clothes."
I felt Hermione start to tremble beneath me and I leaned down, giving her the best hug I could in the odd position we were in. This made her calm down a little bit. She stopped shaking at least.
"Never, sir!" Daisy said quickly.
Lucius growled and took a step forward, kicking Daisy squarely in the face before he turned and left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
I rolled out from under the bed and helped Hermione out after me. I put a finger over my closed lips and nodded sideways towards Daisy. Hermione nodded and rushed over to Daisy, kneeling down next to her to check and see if she was okay. I slid the bags out from under the bed and put them on top of the bed before I walked over to the fireplace against the right wall and checked the small flower pot on a table next to it. It was filled to the brim with Floo powder. I turned back around and looked towards Hermione and Daisy. Daisy had stood and was now trying to stop her bleeding nose.
"Draco," Hermione whispered, motioning to Daisy, "Can we take her with us?"
"Do you want to go?" I asked Daisy, crouching down in front of her.
"Pwease, sur!" Daisy whispered, her nose still flowing a greenish-red blood.
"Okay," I answered, looking up at Hermione, "You need to go first so we know where to go."
Hermione nodded, grabbed the bag containing my mother's things, took a handful of Floo powder, and stepped into the fire.
"Twelve Grimmauld Place!" She said clearly, disappearing in a flash of green flames.
"Can you apparate there?" I asked Daisy, picking up the other bag and taking a few steps closer to the fireplace. Daisy nodded quickly.
"Wait until I leave, then apparate out of here, okay?" I said. Another nod.
"Okay then," I said, grabbing a handful of Floo powder and stepping into the fireplace.
"Ready?" I asked Daisy.
Yet another nod.
"Twelve Grimmauld Place!" I said clearly after dropping the powder.
The room started to spin and I closed my eyes to keep from throwing up. When I felt myself steady, I looked up and stepped out of the fireplace, dusting myself off. Hermione was standing in front of me, with the rest of the 'gang' standing behind her.
"Welcome, Draco," Dumbledore said, smiling slightly, "To Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place."
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A/N: And there's the seven-page first chapter! Review if you like it. If you didn't like it, well you just wasted a while, now didn't you?
