Chapter 1
A/N I don't own the characters (Duh!) the plot however I own. *Smiles *
He sat on his bed in only his boxers. After being flustered about by his parents' friends, he had carefully shut the thick door locking him inside the room he called his own in the large marble walled manor. By locking himself inside he was locking them out. Out of his room and out of his life. His room didn't have a fireplace to remove the icy temperatures that inhabited it. His father had taken this cautiously into thought, knowing with out the fireplace his son could not escape to the more distant places that floo powder would allow.
So alone in his room, clutching a green crushed velvet throw, a very large leather bound book, and a glittering hawk feather quill, Draco Malfoy prepared. A hint of music played out of his magic radio so no one standing outside would even have the slightest clue what he was up to. Perhaps they would think he had a girl up there with him. He merely smirked at the thought. Pansy had left earlier, disgusted that Draco hadn't taken her to his room. Something about her had changed. No, that wasn't quite right, it had been Draco who had changed. And oh how the change had hurt him. He had fallen victim to the enemy and she had no clue Draco was hers.
Draco smiled as he opened the pages that had become a nightly ritual. In his fancy quill pen in a tiny neat cursive he wrote:
Virginia Elyse Weasly
The page blurred and filled with color splashing and swirling until a picture became clear. It didn't stop at a picture however. The picture moved around as if real. Draco watched as Ginny Weasly sprinted up stairs, squinting her eyes tightly as if trying not to let the tears that were coming so fast find there way down her cheeks.
Draco stared in horror unable to know exactly what had caused her to cry but with a certain guess in mind.
"Potter," even as he whispered it he could feel the color rising on his usually pale cheeks. His always-emotionless face was pained and he had to look away as Ginny fell to her bed, now sobbing uncontrollably. Draco knew that any second one of her brothers, her mom, Hermoine who was currently staying at the burrow, or Harry himself would come up to check on her.
The Ginny in the picture seemed to realize this at the exact same instant because she raised her wand and shouted a few locking spells on the door, and dove under the bed. She returned holding a suede bag that though Draco had seen dozens of times throughout the summer of watching he had never been shown the contents. The picture followed her as she jumped from her third story window landing gracefully and noiselessly. She sprinted off a ways in to the forest. Suddenly the book picture had stopped and would follow her no further.
He cursed wildly, angered by sudden and dramatic end to his view. He turned the page as he finally realized that it was beginning to fade. This time he wrote:
Lucius Draco Malfoy
His body tensed up as this picture flew him to the middle of his house where his father no longer wore a tight lip smile but was gripping tightly to Mrs. Malfoy with one hand and a wine glass that had most likely been filled too many times. He was talking vividly with another man dressed from head to toe in black with a hood in the back. The slimy look of grease that made the man's brown hair almost have a hint of green allowed Draco to realize the man as Mr. Nott, another death Eater.
Mrs. Malfoy looked sick and held a fixed smile she usually wore for father's friends. Draco stared at the several others looking drunk or laying passed out on the couches. The house elves would have it cleaned and perfect again before Mr. Malfoy's hang over would begin and he would yell and hit anything that made the slightest objection. Sure Draco would be locked up in his room till his father was done ranting, but if his father would hit his mother then Draco would intervene as he had done many times. Many scars were the results of this and without the adequate training in curing spells he was unable to erase them from his other wise scoreless body.
He watched late into the night wondering what would happen if his father's hangover began while guests still remained. His father would probably lock himself into his room leaving his wife to handle the unruly guests. Many Dementors had been brought to the party and were easily sucking happiness out of Death Eaters' wives and children.
As one passed the door Draco felt an empty cold feeling slide down his back causing shivers to run across his body. On the page Draco watched the serving house elves scuttle across the room shaking and almost knocking over the items on the trays they carried. Draco watched a boy around three, with light blond hair and blue eyes filled entirely with fear, as he scurried across the floor being chased by a dementor. An explosion of emotions raced through his head and he suddenly was struck by a flash back of his past. Something very distant but he remembered it all too well.
~~Draco's Flashback~~
"Sit still Draco it will all be over soon."
"But Dad I don't wanna. I don't follow him, and he will never be my master."
"You will hush now or you will be roomed with the dementor. Now sit STILL!" Draco's father moved forward swiftly in great strides reaching his son with his wand pulled. He grabbed Draco's arm and began to mutter a curse. Draco looked away thinking no as hard as he could. A sharp pain rang through his arm and he let out a blood-curling scream. His father was simply enraged that the mark was not on his son's arm. He grabbed Draco and opened the door to a scary dungeon looking room and shoved Draco inside. Draco scurried across the floor as the shadows began to move toward him. The dementor appeared and began to drain his very few happy thoughts. Draco screamed and tried to back up and open the door but it was now locked. His father sat on the side of the door listening to the slowly quieting cries of his son.
~~~**
Draco was awoken from his thoughts by a similar weeping noise. He looked down at his book and noticed the little boy was now sitting next to his door crying for help. As much as Draco hated getting involved this hit home. He opened his door a crack shooting a partonamus at the dementor and pulled the little boy into his room. Once inside he slammed the door and locked it with several charms. The boy was still shaking quite a bit. Draco smiled realizing that he had just saved a boy while he was still only wearing boxers and a green blanket. He walked over to the ornate desk that sat in the corner, pulled out a chocolate bar, and broke it in two handing the larger chunk to the boy. He took a bite to show the boy nothing had been done to it.
"What's your name?" Draco realized as he asked that the boy was seeing the emotional part of Draco that in front of most people he worked so hard to hide.
"Jason. Jason Nott." Draco felt mildly surprised at the answer. He had never realized Mr. Nott had children or a wife.
"Well Jason my names Draco Malfoy. This is my house, and you are currently in my room. Does your father know where you are?"
"No, but he doesn't care anymore." Draco smiled realizing the boy had yet another thing in common with him, a father who simply didn't care.
"Here," Draco said as he handed Jason a sheet of parchment and quill to draw with. He couldn't just give him a book, because of all the ones he owned none were stories, just dark arts. The boy sat nibbling on his chocolate and drawing. Draco returned to his book, pulling the blanket tighter around him.
They sat like this for quite a while. Draco had been filled with several strange feelings. What had he just done? What would happen to the boy after the party? What would happen to him? With less than a week before school started Draco's mind was clotted already, and he hadn't even been thinking about her.
A loud bang and several screams interrupted his meaningful thoughts.
"Come here," he called to the boy as the lights flickered out. They rushed behind his bed with Draco holding the book. He glanced down and was surprised to see several ministry wizards tying up the people down stairs. Someone blasted down his door and several people entered. Mad-eye Moody, Bill Weasly, Arthur Weasly, Dumbledore, Remus and a lady Draco didn't recognize walked in.
"There's gotta be someone here or there wouldn't have been those charms on the door," Bill called flashing a light around.
"It's all right, I see them," Moody called, his fake eye flashing toward them. "Come on out boys."
Without further adieu, Draco stood being careful to make the emotion on his face unreadable. As he stepped out Jason clutched Draco's hand fearfully rubbing his eyes.
They all looked slightly surprised seeing the little boy who was now hiding behind Draco. Draco stood up straighter still in simply the blanket, which was wrapped neatly around his waist. His wide muscular frame easily hid Jason who still had a death grip on Draco's hand.
"Mr. Malfoy, who is that you have with you and what exactly was going on here before I entered," Dumbledore asked patiently.
Draco let a small sneer find it's way on to his face.
"Come on out Jason, they're not gonna hurt us." Jason reluctantly moved out from behind Draco peering at each face for a small time. "This is Jason Nott. I do believe you know his father?"
Moody stepped forward to get a better look and the boy who immediately ran behind Draco once more.
"What exactly was going on up here before we came?" Dumbledore's voice remained patient as he repeated his second question.
"We were just snacking on some chocolate and doodling I suppose." Draco knew he had power and information this situation and planned on using to it's fullest. "Isn't that right Jason?"
Jason nodded. Remus looked over at the parchment scattered on the floor. He picked it up looking over the pictures of trees and bugs. He stopped suddenly at one picture.
"Did you draw this Jason?" He flashed the picture unmistakably of a dementor.
Once again Jason nodded.
"Why?"
"Because Draco made it stop." Jason said a little louder.
"Stop what?" Remus looked briefly at Jason then gave Draco a piercing stare.
"He made it stop hurting me." The group looked at Draco with slight disbelief. Draco felt his cheeks fill with color but never dropped Dumbledore's gaze.
"You stopped the dementor, and sat up here with him safely. Don't you think that your father, a dangerous Death Eater, or Jason's father would punish you severely?" As the woman spoke Draco could feel she had a certain unwanted knowing of the things that took place like this. The others looked with confusion at her.
"Why would someone punish another for saving his or her kin," Arthur asked running a hand through his thinning hair.
"Of course I knew, but what makes you think that I like to watch it happen? Besides I've been punished plenty enough to know." Draco ignored Mr. Weasly's confusion. He turned to pick up Jason and the others gasped at the scars that showed on his back. Pulling Jason up so that he was resting on one hip and turned back around. He gave a cruel laugh at their faces. "If this shocks you so then you must be told that this happens to most who are born to Death Eater parents. Just watch… Jason has your daddy ever hit you?"
Jason nodded pulling up his sleeve to show several tiny cuts. The lady let out a small whimper and quickly placed a hand over her mouth. Arthur looked away as Remus and Bill stepped forward to examine the cuts. Remus pulled out his wand and Jason quickly pulled away his hand. Bill watched startled.
"It must be that his father uses a wand to punish him," Bill said quietly. Draco adjusted his weight pulling Jason up a bit as he tried to swallow the knot in his throat. It was one thing to be hurt, but it was totally different to know someone else had gone through the same thing.
"Relax Jason. They are only going to help. It'll feel better when they're done, I promise." Jason looked up at Draco and nervously put out his arm. Bill whispered something and the marks began to disappear. Soon they were all gone except where one scar remained. Draco's mouth opened in shock, as did the woman's. Draco stuck out his own arm and spotted the same scar. The woman stepped closer and with a trembling hand she pulled up her sleeve revealing a third identical scar. She let out a quiet sob and backed away. Dumbledore shook his head sadly. She sighed heavily as she sat down on his bed. Her voice quivered as she spoke.
"They both are innocent. They both proved it. Let's go home."
"What do you mean, I mean how can you tell?" Bill exclaimed.
The woman just sat with her head in her hands staring out into the distance with misty glazed over eyes.
"If you're certain Arbella, than I suggest we get them to the office for tonight while we come up with a plan." Remus helped the woman up and began to walk from the room. Bill followed still uncertain behind his father. Dumbledore stayed for a second looking at Draco with a newfound respect.
"You may want to grab a pair of robes to wear." Dumbledore gave a faint smile to Draco pointing towards the blanket. Draco slipped up, forgetting to remain emotionless, and smiled back. He set Jason down and slipped on a pair of robes and grabbed the blanket, book and some hidden cash. The parchment pictures remained forgotten lying in the corner of the room. He walked down the stairs, once again holding Jason. He stared at the mess of spilled brandy and red wine, the scattered traces of food and several signs of the battle that had taken place. Outside stood Dumbledore and the others standing around a crumpled pop can. Realizing instantly that it was a portkey he stepped forward placing a hand on the can and a yanking sensation at his navel signaled that he was on his way.
Slowly everyone entered the still dimly lit ministry office. Quite a few people remained inside. Jason trembled under the eyes of most of the ministry staring at him. Every once in a while one would comment, 'Isn't that the Nott's boy?' or 'What is that son of a Death Eater doing here?'
Draco glared at all of them, finally making it to Arthur's office. Feeling exhausted from the day's events, Draco laid out the blanket and fell into a deep restless sleep.
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TigerWolf
A/N I don't own the characters (Duh!) the plot however I own. *Smiles *
He sat on his bed in only his boxers. After being flustered about by his parents' friends, he had carefully shut the thick door locking him inside the room he called his own in the large marble walled manor. By locking himself inside he was locking them out. Out of his room and out of his life. His room didn't have a fireplace to remove the icy temperatures that inhabited it. His father had taken this cautiously into thought, knowing with out the fireplace his son could not escape to the more distant places that floo powder would allow.
So alone in his room, clutching a green crushed velvet throw, a very large leather bound book, and a glittering hawk feather quill, Draco Malfoy prepared. A hint of music played out of his magic radio so no one standing outside would even have the slightest clue what he was up to. Perhaps they would think he had a girl up there with him. He merely smirked at the thought. Pansy had left earlier, disgusted that Draco hadn't taken her to his room. Something about her had changed. No, that wasn't quite right, it had been Draco who had changed. And oh how the change had hurt him. He had fallen victim to the enemy and she had no clue Draco was hers.
Draco smiled as he opened the pages that had become a nightly ritual. In his fancy quill pen in a tiny neat cursive he wrote:
Virginia Elyse Weasly
The page blurred and filled with color splashing and swirling until a picture became clear. It didn't stop at a picture however. The picture moved around as if real. Draco watched as Ginny Weasly sprinted up stairs, squinting her eyes tightly as if trying not to let the tears that were coming so fast find there way down her cheeks.
Draco stared in horror unable to know exactly what had caused her to cry but with a certain guess in mind.
"Potter," even as he whispered it he could feel the color rising on his usually pale cheeks. His always-emotionless face was pained and he had to look away as Ginny fell to her bed, now sobbing uncontrollably. Draco knew that any second one of her brothers, her mom, Hermoine who was currently staying at the burrow, or Harry himself would come up to check on her.
The Ginny in the picture seemed to realize this at the exact same instant because she raised her wand and shouted a few locking spells on the door, and dove under the bed. She returned holding a suede bag that though Draco had seen dozens of times throughout the summer of watching he had never been shown the contents. The picture followed her as she jumped from her third story window landing gracefully and noiselessly. She sprinted off a ways in to the forest. Suddenly the book picture had stopped and would follow her no further.
He cursed wildly, angered by sudden and dramatic end to his view. He turned the page as he finally realized that it was beginning to fade. This time he wrote:
Lucius Draco Malfoy
His body tensed up as this picture flew him to the middle of his house where his father no longer wore a tight lip smile but was gripping tightly to Mrs. Malfoy with one hand and a wine glass that had most likely been filled too many times. He was talking vividly with another man dressed from head to toe in black with a hood in the back. The slimy look of grease that made the man's brown hair almost have a hint of green allowed Draco to realize the man as Mr. Nott, another death Eater.
Mrs. Malfoy looked sick and held a fixed smile she usually wore for father's friends. Draco stared at the several others looking drunk or laying passed out on the couches. The house elves would have it cleaned and perfect again before Mr. Malfoy's hang over would begin and he would yell and hit anything that made the slightest objection. Sure Draco would be locked up in his room till his father was done ranting, but if his father would hit his mother then Draco would intervene as he had done many times. Many scars were the results of this and without the adequate training in curing spells he was unable to erase them from his other wise scoreless body.
He watched late into the night wondering what would happen if his father's hangover began while guests still remained. His father would probably lock himself into his room leaving his wife to handle the unruly guests. Many Dementors had been brought to the party and were easily sucking happiness out of Death Eaters' wives and children.
As one passed the door Draco felt an empty cold feeling slide down his back causing shivers to run across his body. On the page Draco watched the serving house elves scuttle across the room shaking and almost knocking over the items on the trays they carried. Draco watched a boy around three, with light blond hair and blue eyes filled entirely with fear, as he scurried across the floor being chased by a dementor. An explosion of emotions raced through his head and he suddenly was struck by a flash back of his past. Something very distant but he remembered it all too well.
~~Draco's Flashback~~
"Sit still Draco it will all be over soon."
"But Dad I don't wanna. I don't follow him, and he will never be my master."
"You will hush now or you will be roomed with the dementor. Now sit STILL!" Draco's father moved forward swiftly in great strides reaching his son with his wand pulled. He grabbed Draco's arm and began to mutter a curse. Draco looked away thinking no as hard as he could. A sharp pain rang through his arm and he let out a blood-curling scream. His father was simply enraged that the mark was not on his son's arm. He grabbed Draco and opened the door to a scary dungeon looking room and shoved Draco inside. Draco scurried across the floor as the shadows began to move toward him. The dementor appeared and began to drain his very few happy thoughts. Draco screamed and tried to back up and open the door but it was now locked. His father sat on the side of the door listening to the slowly quieting cries of his son.
~~~**
Draco was awoken from his thoughts by a similar weeping noise. He looked down at his book and noticed the little boy was now sitting next to his door crying for help. As much as Draco hated getting involved this hit home. He opened his door a crack shooting a partonamus at the dementor and pulled the little boy into his room. Once inside he slammed the door and locked it with several charms. The boy was still shaking quite a bit. Draco smiled realizing that he had just saved a boy while he was still only wearing boxers and a green blanket. He walked over to the ornate desk that sat in the corner, pulled out a chocolate bar, and broke it in two handing the larger chunk to the boy. He took a bite to show the boy nothing had been done to it.
"What's your name?" Draco realized as he asked that the boy was seeing the emotional part of Draco that in front of most people he worked so hard to hide.
"Jason. Jason Nott." Draco felt mildly surprised at the answer. He had never realized Mr. Nott had children or a wife.
"Well Jason my names Draco Malfoy. This is my house, and you are currently in my room. Does your father know where you are?"
"No, but he doesn't care anymore." Draco smiled realizing the boy had yet another thing in common with him, a father who simply didn't care.
"Here," Draco said as he handed Jason a sheet of parchment and quill to draw with. He couldn't just give him a book, because of all the ones he owned none were stories, just dark arts. The boy sat nibbling on his chocolate and drawing. Draco returned to his book, pulling the blanket tighter around him.
They sat like this for quite a while. Draco had been filled with several strange feelings. What had he just done? What would happen to the boy after the party? What would happen to him? With less than a week before school started Draco's mind was clotted already, and he hadn't even been thinking about her.
A loud bang and several screams interrupted his meaningful thoughts.
"Come here," he called to the boy as the lights flickered out. They rushed behind his bed with Draco holding the book. He glanced down and was surprised to see several ministry wizards tying up the people down stairs. Someone blasted down his door and several people entered. Mad-eye Moody, Bill Weasly, Arthur Weasly, Dumbledore, Remus and a lady Draco didn't recognize walked in.
"There's gotta be someone here or there wouldn't have been those charms on the door," Bill called flashing a light around.
"It's all right, I see them," Moody called, his fake eye flashing toward them. "Come on out boys."
Without further adieu, Draco stood being careful to make the emotion on his face unreadable. As he stepped out Jason clutched Draco's hand fearfully rubbing his eyes.
They all looked slightly surprised seeing the little boy who was now hiding behind Draco. Draco stood up straighter still in simply the blanket, which was wrapped neatly around his waist. His wide muscular frame easily hid Jason who still had a death grip on Draco's hand.
"Mr. Malfoy, who is that you have with you and what exactly was going on here before I entered," Dumbledore asked patiently.
Draco let a small sneer find it's way on to his face.
"Come on out Jason, they're not gonna hurt us." Jason reluctantly moved out from behind Draco peering at each face for a small time. "This is Jason Nott. I do believe you know his father?"
Moody stepped forward to get a better look and the boy who immediately ran behind Draco once more.
"What exactly was going on up here before we came?" Dumbledore's voice remained patient as he repeated his second question.
"We were just snacking on some chocolate and doodling I suppose." Draco knew he had power and information this situation and planned on using to it's fullest. "Isn't that right Jason?"
Jason nodded. Remus looked over at the parchment scattered on the floor. He picked it up looking over the pictures of trees and bugs. He stopped suddenly at one picture.
"Did you draw this Jason?" He flashed the picture unmistakably of a dementor.
Once again Jason nodded.
"Why?"
"Because Draco made it stop." Jason said a little louder.
"Stop what?" Remus looked briefly at Jason then gave Draco a piercing stare.
"He made it stop hurting me." The group looked at Draco with slight disbelief. Draco felt his cheeks fill with color but never dropped Dumbledore's gaze.
"You stopped the dementor, and sat up here with him safely. Don't you think that your father, a dangerous Death Eater, or Jason's father would punish you severely?" As the woman spoke Draco could feel she had a certain unwanted knowing of the things that took place like this. The others looked with confusion at her.
"Why would someone punish another for saving his or her kin," Arthur asked running a hand through his thinning hair.
"Of course I knew, but what makes you think that I like to watch it happen? Besides I've been punished plenty enough to know." Draco ignored Mr. Weasly's confusion. He turned to pick up Jason and the others gasped at the scars that showed on his back. Pulling Jason up so that he was resting on one hip and turned back around. He gave a cruel laugh at their faces. "If this shocks you so then you must be told that this happens to most who are born to Death Eater parents. Just watch… Jason has your daddy ever hit you?"
Jason nodded pulling up his sleeve to show several tiny cuts. The lady let out a small whimper and quickly placed a hand over her mouth. Arthur looked away as Remus and Bill stepped forward to examine the cuts. Remus pulled out his wand and Jason quickly pulled away his hand. Bill watched startled.
"It must be that his father uses a wand to punish him," Bill said quietly. Draco adjusted his weight pulling Jason up a bit as he tried to swallow the knot in his throat. It was one thing to be hurt, but it was totally different to know someone else had gone through the same thing.
"Relax Jason. They are only going to help. It'll feel better when they're done, I promise." Jason looked up at Draco and nervously put out his arm. Bill whispered something and the marks began to disappear. Soon they were all gone except where one scar remained. Draco's mouth opened in shock, as did the woman's. Draco stuck out his own arm and spotted the same scar. The woman stepped closer and with a trembling hand she pulled up her sleeve revealing a third identical scar. She let out a quiet sob and backed away. Dumbledore shook his head sadly. She sighed heavily as she sat down on his bed. Her voice quivered as she spoke.
"They both are innocent. They both proved it. Let's go home."
"What do you mean, I mean how can you tell?" Bill exclaimed.
The woman just sat with her head in her hands staring out into the distance with misty glazed over eyes.
"If you're certain Arbella, than I suggest we get them to the office for tonight while we come up with a plan." Remus helped the woman up and began to walk from the room. Bill followed still uncertain behind his father. Dumbledore stayed for a second looking at Draco with a newfound respect.
"You may want to grab a pair of robes to wear." Dumbledore gave a faint smile to Draco pointing towards the blanket. Draco slipped up, forgetting to remain emotionless, and smiled back. He set Jason down and slipped on a pair of robes and grabbed the blanket, book and some hidden cash. The parchment pictures remained forgotten lying in the corner of the room. He walked down the stairs, once again holding Jason. He stared at the mess of spilled brandy and red wine, the scattered traces of food and several signs of the battle that had taken place. Outside stood Dumbledore and the others standing around a crumpled pop can. Realizing instantly that it was a portkey he stepped forward placing a hand on the can and a yanking sensation at his navel signaled that he was on his way.
Slowly everyone entered the still dimly lit ministry office. Quite a few people remained inside. Jason trembled under the eyes of most of the ministry staring at him. Every once in a while one would comment, 'Isn't that the Nott's boy?' or 'What is that son of a Death Eater doing here?'
Draco glared at all of them, finally making it to Arthur's office. Feeling exhausted from the day's events, Draco laid out the blanket and fell into a deep restless sleep.
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