A/N
Hi there! This is my new story, for those of you who didn't follow An Unrequited Love Song.
Make Love Not Horcruxes has actually (and pretty much all by herself, I did two percent of the work XD) devised a play list for this story. I'll post it at the bottom.
This is Trials and Tribulations of a Pure Blood.
Here is a link to the (official) trailer.
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Take out the spaces.
I hope you like the story!
Prologue
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Lucius Malfoy stared out the window, overlooking the courtyard of his manor. On such an overcast day as this, there could be nothing in the garden to interest him. Yet that would be on an ordinary day. Very rarely did he have the pleasure of witnessing two teenagers together, able to enjoy nothing more than each other's company. For all these years, he should have been used to it. Each time he saw Draco with his God-Daughter, Indigo, he could hardly believe such simplicity existed in the world.
Looking at Indigo was much like looking at an old photograph. It was painful, in a way, and his body instantly withdrew him from the window. In every aspect, she looked precisely like her mother. But those that were acquainted with her knew that this did not permeate her interior, for inside her dwelled the fiery spirit of her father. She was a living relic of her parents, now dead four years this December.
Remembering this, Lucius looked out once more with new eyes. She was seated on a stone bench by the magnolia tree. Draco laid down, his head on her lap, offering a flower freshly fallen. She smiled, her lips pulled back in a silent giggle, and she graciously accepted the gift from his son. Lucius remembered her laugh well. He would have given anything to hear it again, but more than just the glass of the window separated him from such a pleasure.
Indigo twirled the flower around in her fingers a bit before tucking it behind her ear. Draco smiled, too, and said something to Indigo. She merely nodded, and allowed Draco to continue speaking, uninterrupted.
Lucius felt no pain at turning from the window now, and made his way around the house, Such was the manner in which things were conducted these days. Draco would talk, and she would listen. It was hard to imagine that they could still remain such great friends if all their conversations were a bit one-sided. Yet, Draco had his own way of understanding her, it would seem. He could read her facial expressions, her gestures… If communication was too greatly needed, he would be off in an instant, fetching her a sheet of parchment and a quill.
'Perhaps what they say of old friendships is true.' Lucius thought to himself as he passed through the parlor. 'They do not die easily.' For as far back as the beginning of Draco's own life, they had been inseparable. Her own parents were their good friends. Before they had children, they were nearly always within each other's company. It was not absurd to think that this would have some sort of impact on their own children. When they became old enough to run out and about on their own, they were constantly using the floo network to get to one another's houses.
This might have irritated some parents, but it certainly didn't irritate the Malfoys. They had been pleased that Draco had such a close friend, and such a wonderful one as the daughter of their good friends. They couldn't have happier hopes, for most importantly, she was a Pure-Blood.
Often times, the parents of both would joke with them about their marrying one another. What seemed like an embarrassing jest to the both of them actually held some truth to the adults. Artemis and Wysteria Whitbaum often spoke to Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy of a marriage. The idea was received favorably by all.
"And just think," Narcissa had said, a sophisticated smile lending itself to her company. "It would be so much easier to stay in touch."
"The grandchildren would be lovely." Wysteria had added. "The pitter-patter of Pure-Blood feet… And their features would be so handsome."
"Do you both never tire of dreaming of such things?" Artemis laughed, finding amusement in their ridiculousness.
"They haven't even so much as set foot in Hogwarts," Lucius had mused.
The Whitbaums were a very good natured sort of people, despite what they became years later. Many a witch and wizard had speculated that Wysteria Whitbaum was afflicted with rampant paranoia, but when she killed her own husband, speculation became truth.
Mud-Bloods working for the Daily Prophet owed it all to Wysteria's heavy involvement with the Death Eaters. In the prime days of the Dark Lord, Wysteria herself was more heavily involved than perhaps both the Malfoys combined. Her efforts were comparable to those of Bellatrix Lestrange. Artemis Whitbaum, on the other hand, was not half so swept up in it all as his wife. He assured everyone that his working in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office was just a cover, but few had suspected differently…and Lucius had known differently.
It was Arthur's concern for the Mud-Bloods and Muggles that eventually lead to his demise. Few Death Eaters would have believed Wysteria had committed any sort of wrongdoing. Yet, staunch those his opinion of Mud-Bloods might be, Lucius viewed Wysteria's actions as unforgivable. He should have known the instant she had left his home Christmas Eve…abrupt…no sort of explanation whatsoever. She had left Indigo, eleven years old, a first-year at Hogwarts, in their care until she came back.
But she never did come back. And neither did Artemis.
When he had arrived at the scene, Artemis was on the ground, choking for breath. The other man that was with him… that Arthur Weasley… he was long gone by then. Wysteria had been hovering over her husband. Both he and she knew he did not have long.
In the panic a situation such as that provides, it had not been hard to subdue Wysteria. Artemis had been fighting so hard for his life, and such startling perseverance allowed him to hold off the effects of the death spell for a few minutes. Lucius had made it to his side just in time to hear his dying words, his last wish.
"Keep her safe, no matter what the cost."
Wysteria had been sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban. Yet Lucius was firm in his belief that every system has its flaws. This woman, the murderer of her daughter's father, would soon face her parole hearing. Undoubtedly, the Dark Lord would ensure the escape of one of his most loyal followers. After all, Lucius Malfoy was not the only Death Eater with pull at the Ministry.
Yes, the return of the Dark Lord would mean many terrible things for Indigo, and perhaps for Draco, too.
For years, Lucius never even had to give a second thought to his promise to Artemis. Now it occupied his every thought.
As he approached the glass door to the courtyard, he took notice of the falling rain. Each drop fell slowly, taking painstaking time to make it to the concrete of the earth below. They seemed to be mocking him, taunting him. Each drop seemed to count down the amount of time between Indigo and the truth, the truth that he would have to reveal to her.
Both she and Draco would be starting their fifth year at Hogwarts together. With such a turbulent year on the rise, Hogwarts would not be safe enough for Indigo Whitbaum, and Lucius could not protect her from the his far corner of England.
He had hoped there would have been other options, other means for her to be protected. Yet there was only one he could think of, and it pained him to even think of pinning such a thought on her. Such a fate at so young an age was something he did not wish for even his own son.
Slowly, quietly, he pulled the door open and gazed once more upon the two, so engrossed in each other and completely oblivious to the falling rain, and the falling world around them.
"Both of you, inside now!" He yelled out over the thunder which had just begun to take its cue to rumble. "Have you any sense?"
Draco sat up quickly from the lap of his friend. Taking her by the arm, he lead Indigo into the house.
"Come on, I'll get you a towel," he said to her, helping her to take off her wet shoes.
"Do get her a towel, Draco." Lucius said, clasping his hands behind his back. "But I need to have a word with Indigo for a moment."
It was upsetting to see Indigo none the wiser that something was amiss. Never before had she been taken aside to discuss something of such severity. Her grades were fine, her behavior, impeccable.
She did nothing more but look at him quizzically, then follow him deeper into the house.
"Indigo, my dear, in case you could not already decipher from the events at the Tri Wizard Tournament last year, harsh times are upon us all. You are included in this number, perhaps more so than is fair."
After all, Wysteria had always wanted her daughter to be a Death Eater.
Thanks for reading! Comments are immensely appreciated, and if you have anything to suggest, please do so in either a PM or a comment. Sorry if this prologue was a little confusing. I didn't want to give too much away XP . (You learn what happened as Indigo does, although you can figure.)
PLAYLIST
Please note that some of these songs are listed with different bands than their original performers. I felt that some bands' versions of the songs captured the feelings in the stories better than others.
1 Little Girl Blue (The Postal Service)
2 Gone Forever (Three Days Grace)
3 All the Things She Said (t.A.T.u)
4 Over and Over (Three Days Grace)
5 One of a Kind (Placebo)
6 Never Too Late (Three Days Grace)
7 Post Blue (Placebo)
8 Sick Hearts (The Used)
9 Monster (Meg and Dia)
10 World So Cold (Three Days Grace)
11 Ugly Side (Blue October)
12 Across the Universe (Jeff Ball)
13 Oil and Water (Incubus)
14 I Will Follow You Into the Dark (Death Cab for Cutie)
15 Anywhere (Evanescence)
16 You're Ever So Inviting (underOATH)
17 Battle for the Sun (Placebo)
18 ATTACK (30 Seconds to Mars)
19 In the Crossfire (Starsailor)
20 All Secrets Known (Alice in Chains)
