Hi all. I've wanted to do a fic based on this sort of thing for ages, so I finally decided to get up off my lazy ass and write it.
I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed "Dragon's Den", my other story, and made me want to write more on that one, and this one.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing. Sadly.
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Draco watched the War Pegasi fly, their powerful gray wings beating at the air, holding their huge black bodies above the ground, occasionally swooping down to fly right past the windows.
'I hate it when you go away, Father. How dare you leave? How dare you, you moronic bastard?'
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'I am in a good mood. I am in a brilliant mood because I am going on a holiday with my family, Harry and Hermione will be coming with us, we'll be meeting Bill and Charlie when we get there . . .
'Who am I kidding? I'm not in a good mood. My mood is far from good. I haven't been in a good mood for a long time.'
Ginny looked out the window of her family's new car, because she couldn't stand looking inside of it. She hated the fact that it was a small car, she hated the fact that it had to be magically enlarged for her humungous family to fit inside of it, she hated the fact that her brothers were fighting right next to her, and how they had no respect for her space. Fred and George were pushing and shoving each other, and George had managed to push Fred up close to Ginny, squishing her against the car door.
Her spirits should have been high. They should have been soaring above the clouds, but they weren't. They were low, so low, the kind of low not many people have even heard about, let alone experienced.
Ginny had slowly sunk into depression, and she had hardly even noticed that it had happened. She didn't know when it had started and she didn't really care.
No one had noticed her depression. No one cared about how she hated being poor, no one gave a damn about how much she hated wearing clothes that had belonged to various aunts, cousins, and other people. No one but her.
She was the only one who hated being shoved around by her brothers, all six of them, she hated them for treating her like she was the same as them. She wasn't the same as them. She wasn't anything like them.
She was totally different. Not that anyone noticed. No one treated her specially, no one opened doors for her, and no one was polite when they spoke to her. She wasn't a lady, she was just another Weasley.
Just another Weasley, and she hated it.
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Not too far away, a young Malfoy was staring out the window at the War Pegasi that guarded his house. They were beautiful things, quite the opposite of a normal Pegasus.
War Pegasi lived in herds, and unlike normal Pegasi, they didn't like traveling. They stayed in one spot, and they guarded their home with their lives. Centuries ago, this herd had decided to make the Malfoy Mountain their home. They played up a bit, sometimes they wouldn't let anyone not of Malfoy blood into the Mountain, and sometimes they wouldn't even let the Malfoys out. Lucius had to come home at these times; he was the only one who they would obey.
'My Father is an idiot.'
'How could he be so stupid? He knows they can smell emotions. He knows that they will block the road when they smell Mothers anger,' Draco thought.
"Father . . . you are such a dolt," he whispered.
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You like? Sorry about the boringness of this chapter, it gets better next one. I promise.
~Stheno