Draco Malfoy

And the Dragon's Tooth

Chapter One

Break it to me or rather hit me with it

Everybody always talks about the boy-who-lived, the boy who defeated Lord Voldemort. Everybody knows about him they all know his story, but his story is only half of the big picture. There are more stories that maybe greater than all of his combined.

Draco Malfoy was a normal boy who was filthy rich. He was a Malfoy, one of the wealthiest among the pure blood families in the Wizarding world. Most people were scared of him, they were afraid that he was going to hex them unto the next century if they cross him in any way, but he was smatter than that. He new how to deal with his enemies, maybe beating the crap out of them but not actually killing them that would just be wrong he would never go that far, he knew better.

The white blond sat cross legged on his king sized bed. He stared at the tons of letters that filled his large room, they were floating like water. Year after year, for three years since he turned nine, his room would overflow with tons letters. Mostly acceptance letters from the greatest wizardry school's in the world, but year after year he would burn them into ashes waiting for the final letter that would never come. 'Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry' he whispered to himself how long has he waited for this letter to come now that it was here, he was afraid to open it? He had too. Knowing his father he would want him to enter Durmstrang and become the best Death Eater the world has yet seen. Yeah right! He wasn't that stupid.

Shifting he took the letter tracing the gold and silver letters of his name. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he tore the letter open, taking a quick breath before proceeding to reading it.

Mr. Draco Malfoy

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. We'll hope to see you when school opens. In the next letter you will find the list of books and requirements you will need. Have a nice day.

Albus Dumbledore

P.S We finally were able shut the paintings up and as well as the sorting hat… we really hope that you join us.

Draco smirked to himself "Figures" laying the letter by his side. He wasn't surprised one bit, he was brilliant and he knew it. He mastered wand less magic at a tender age of two. Thou no one really told him about the incident with the ministry couple of years ago, maybe because they didn't know what to expect either…

The ministry tracked down a minor practicing level two magic somewhere in the outskirts of London, which led them to Malfoy Manor. Lucius opened the door surprised to have the whole ministry at his door step. He was ecstatic telling them there was no minor here but his two year old son…and boy they were surprised when they found a two year old trying to break through a chocolate frog seal. Even Lucius was oblivious, what could they do? It was kid…okay more like a baby to be precise. There really was nothing that they could do, but hope that Lucius raise his child with more caution. They didn't want another He-who-must-not-be-named running around, did they?

He grew up like any other wizard kid, but his skill was unimaginable. By the time he turned eight they found out that he was a Dragon Whisperer and was able to summon a Grecian razorback which was said to be extinct 100 years ago after the end dragon wars. At this point the ministry had no choice at the rate this child's magic is going he could cast unforgivables by the time he's 10 with or without the help of a wand. The child's magic was what made the Ministry worry that this boy's power will intensify to the point that his body can't take the surge of power that it will just shut down. They couldn't let that happen to maybe…the greatest wizard of all time, even greater than Dumbledore and Voldemort combined. So they did what they had to do, even to Lucius and Narcissa's protests, they couldn't risk their child's life. Lucius and Narcissa were beyond outraged they couldn't let anyone scar their beloved son, but all they could do was watch when the spell was placed on their child…

He couldn't take it his parents never told him anything. Every time he would ask a simple question on why he had a damn fuckin' tattoo on his back! Was that even hard to explain, really they could like go "Hey son, about that tattoo on your back… it was a bet your father made…okay more like a curse. It said that it will you into a pixie when you turn 16" why couldn't tell him that instead of "Don't you like it…it doesn't matter where it came from…other kids would die for a tattoo. Think of it as a kind of a birthmark." Birthmark right…I mean yeah, I would like to have a damn tattoo but not of a fuckin' bird for pette's sake. If I'd get a tattoo it would be dragon or something, not something that resembles a turkey. My life's twisted…really twisted.