CHAPTER 1
It's the summer of 2002-2003 and what am I doing? I'm roaming the streets, killing countless numbers of muggles. Not a bad career, really. I just can't get caught, because then I can't return to Hogwarts (hopefully) as Head Boy. Also, I'll never be able to tell the love of my life how I feel about her. There's one other thing I should say, the girl I love is muggle- born, and I've made fun of her since we met in our first year. But I really wasn't making fun of her, just her two best friends. I'm really screwed up right now, though, I'm supposed to make her fall in love with me, and we're supposed to have a child that will be "the heir." After she has the child, I'm supposed to kill her. I'm not going to be able to do any of this and my master will kill me if I don't. This year is going to be hell. ~ Draco Malfoy slammed his journal shut. It was 9:23 am, and he just got home to the Malfoy Manor after a long night of "work." He went to his bathroom to take a cold shower. "Why do I do this to people?" he wondered stepping into the cold water. "Why do I put innocent people and their families in so much pain? There really is no logical explanation, but it's the family business, and I'm destined to keep it going. NO QUESTIONS ASKED! But why can't I question father's authority? What the hell makes him so goddamn special? He's in the Dark Lord's inner circle, THAT'S WHAT! And I'm right there next to him!" He had a habit of talking to himself, then quickly coming up with answers. "Maybe I'm going crazy," he continued his thoughts. "No, I can't be, this is perfectly normal."
He stepped out of the shower feeling a little more relaxed. Wrapping a black towel around his waist, he was going to comb his hair back, but realized he was just going to sleep on it anyway. His hair fell down over his cold, grey eyes. "This looks so much better. I'm doing my hair like this from now on."
Back in his room, he threw on a pair of black, silk boxers, with his name in silver down the left side. He lay down and was about to close his eyes when he heard a tapping on his window. An owl was there, so Draco let it in. It dropped the letter into his hands and flew off. The letter was addressed to him.
"This is it," he thought. He ripped open the envelope, roughly and began searching through all the papers: books, supplies, welcome, Hogsmeade. "Where is it?!" he almost yelled. Then, he saw the envelope shake, something wanted to come out. His hand reached for it, but something came flying out. It levitated in front of his face so he grabbed it and read:
Dear Master Malfoy, We are pleased to inform you that for the 2002-2003 school year, you will be returning to Hogwarts as Head Boy. You will be taking on more difficult tasks If you are unwilling to accept this position, owl us and let us know. You will also be sharing a living quarters with Head Girl Hermione Granger. We are expecting you to try and get along. We are well aware of your differences, but please try to overcome those. This year, our Head Students are more important than ever. We will elaborate more on September 1st. Enjoy the rest of your summer.
Sincerely, The Hogwarts Staff
"YES!!" he screamed loudly. This wasn't only to the fact that he was Head Boy, but also to the fact that the love of his life was going to be Head Girl.
He threw on baggy black pants, and a black t-shirt. Just as he was about to go show his mother, his door went flying open and his father drawled, "What's all the raucous up here?"
"I'm sorry, Father. I was just a little excited about getting my letter stating that I am to be Head Boy this year."
"Well, you didn't think anyone else would get that title, now, did you?" Lucius asked.
"No, but Potter usually gets everything handed to him just because of who he is. Anyway, I just wanted to see it in writing, it means more to me."
"Potter?! Potter?! You've got to be kidding! You have much better grades, and people respect you more than they respect him. Plus, you have a steady girlfriend, and he just has girls swooning over him because of a scar. He'll never know true love, like you."
"I do not have a girlfriend! If you're talking about Pansy, that's a HELL NO! We have never gone out, and we never will! I HATE HER! She's the most annoying person I've ever met!"
"You are going to marry her. Do you remember having this conversation years back? Yeah, that's right, I said you were getting married!"
"Yeah I remember," Draco yelled back. "And I also remember telling you that it was never gunna happen! Why don't you stay outta my business and let me lead my own damn life without you fucking up my future?"
Lucius grabbed Draco's left arm and yelled at him, "This is your future, you agreed to make it that way! It was your choice, not mine! Think about that!" With that he stormed out of the room leaving Draco looking down at the Dark Mark, which was branded into his left forearm.
"I didn't make the decision," he thought. "That goddamn bastard who calls himself my father said I had to choose; Voldemort or Death. I chose Voldemort, but at this point, death seems so much better." All of a sudden he got an idea. He grabbed parchment and a quill and began writing:
Dear Professor Dumbledore, I am having some serious issues with my father right now. Is there any way I can get to
Hogwarts within the next week before he kills me? If there is, please let me know. I'm going to Diagon Alley today to buy all of my supplies. Please let me know as soon as possible. Thank you.
Sincerely, Draco Malfoy P.S. I accept the position of Head Boy for the coming school year.
He called for his Eagle Owl, and sent the letter. Then, he grabbed his cloak and headed for Diagon Alley. When he got there, he went to Gringotts to stack up on gold, then bought all his supplies. He was heading home when he realized that he needed new robes, so he went to Madame Malkin's.
"Hogwarts, dear?" asked Madame Malkin when Draco walked in. He nodded and she said, "Right this way, there's a young girl getting her robes done too."
"Oh, great. It better not be someone I know, I'm not in the mood to talk," he thought.
Once they were through to the back, he saw Hermione Granger getting her measurements taken. She looked over at him. "Mudblood," he acknowledged.
"Ferret Boy," she answered. "I'm slightly surprised that you're Head Boy," she said after a minute.
"Why? I have the second best marks in the grade. Only second to you of course."
"Yeah, well I was just not expecting you to actually do anything. I just thought you were another lazy Slytherin." Her robes were getting hemmed now and his measurements were about half done.
"Lazy? I am not lazy. I never have been, and I never will be. Don't you dare talk to me like that again you Mudblood bitch!"
"God, Ferret Boy! I was just making a statement. I never said you, in particular was lazy, I was talking in general. You hafta lighten up a little."
"And you hafta start minding your own fucking business." His robes were being hemmed and Hermione's were finished.
"I can see that this is gunna be a fun year with you, Malfoy." She stalked off and paid for her robes.
He mentally slapped himself. "You asshole! You just had another fight with her. Don't you ever leave your mouth shut? Go find her and apologize. No, I can't apologize," he contradicted himself while paying for his robes. "I'm not supposed to be nice. I'm a Malfoy. But what the hell does that mean? That's my excuse for everything, and it makes no sense at all." He walked outside into the sunlight and noticed something on the floor.
It was a silver ring with a lion on one side and a snake on the other. In the middle was a blue stone. It was very pretty. Draco put it on and all of a sudden, he saw himself and Hermione, they were at an altar, apparently getting married. Very few people were there. Just as they were about to leave, a circle of Death Eaters surrounded them. Then he heard a voice, it was Voldemort's, "Avanda Kedavra!" There was a flash of green light, then everything went back to normal. Quickly, he pulled off the ring and put it in his pocket to look at more carefully later. ~ Back at Malfoy Manor, there was an owl waiting on Draco's bed. It was his. Why was it back already? Draco looked at the note around its leg, it was loopy handwriting, he recognized it as Dumbledore's. He opened it up and began reading:
Dear Draco, If you can find a form Of transportation, you are Welcome to stay at Hogwarts for The remaining month of vacation. When you show up, come straight to My office. The new password is "candy apple." I hope all goes well and you make it here okay.
Sincerely, Professor Dumbledore
"Thank God!" he mumbled. He turned to his owl and said, "You fly to Hogwarts and wait on the owlery. I'll come get you when I arrive." His owl clicked its beak, then flew out the window.
Draco packed all his stuff in his trunk the put everything on his broom and started flying toward the castle. He had done this before, so he knew exactly where he was going.
The sun was setting and Draco had gotten no sleep at all. His eyes were drooping, but he refused to go to sleep until he reached the castle. ~ Two hours later, the castle was visible. "Only a little farther then I can eat and sleep." He pushed himself and sped up a little. Finally, he landed on the stone steps and opened the big oak doors. Dragging his trunk, he reached the gargoyle and gave it the password. He climbed the magical steps and knocked on Dumbledore's door.
"Come in, Draco," came Dumbledore's voice.
"Thank you so much for letting me stay here. It means a great deal to me."
"It's no trouble, really. You may leave your things here, I'll have a house elf bring it to your room. Follow me and I'll show you where Hermione and yourself will be sharing a living quarters."
"Thank you," Draco said again.
Silently, Draco followed Dumbledore up staircases and down corridors until they reached a portrait of a meadow. It had a diagonal line across it and on one side it was night and Draco was standing there, looking up at the stars. On the other side, it was day and Hermione was sitting with her head on her knees. Draco was bamboozled, but decided not to say anything. "Choose a password," instructed Dumbledore, eyes twinkling.
"How about, 'darkness is forever'?" he suggested.
"That's fine by me."
The portrait opened, and Dumbledore went back to his office.
The common room was much warmer than the Slytherin common room. There was a fire blazing in the fireplace and the hangings were red and black. There were couches, love seats, and chairs. The tables were made out of glass. All in all it was very nice.
He walked up the stairs and found two doors, one on the right and one on the left. The door on t he left was red and said 'Ms Granger' in gold. The door on the right was black and in silver said 'Mr. Malfoy." Draco went into his room. The walls were green and the curtains and hangings were black. He had a king-size bed with black drapes and sheets. There was a walk-in closet and a full-length, talking mirror.
Soon, he noticed another door, and opened it. It was a huge bathroom.
"This is nice," he thought. "I have this whole place to myself for a month."
Draco went back into his room, stripped down to their boxers, and climbed into bed. He fell into a dreamless sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. ~ The next morning, he woke up to an owl at his window. He remembered the owlery and his owl and decided he'd go up after he brushed his teeth. He opened the window and let the owl in and took the-
"HOWLER!"
It said:
"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY! WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU RUN TO? YOU HAD BETTER TELL ME BEFORE I COME AND FIND YOU! I DON'T CARE HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO BE DOING FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE! YOU FIRST LOYALTY IS TO ME AND THEN TO YOU-KNOW-WHO! DON'T YOU BE TALKING TO THAT CRACK-POT OLD FOOL, DUMBLEDORE! UNDERSTAND? YOU HAD BETTER REMEMBER HOW I RAISED YOU! I RAISED YOU TO BE A MALFOY, SO BE ONE!"
After that, it exploded. Draco grabbed a piece of parchment and began:
Lucius, Dad, whatever you call yourself, I am at Hogwarts. No, Dumbledore does not know Anything. I just needed my own space to get stuff done. I'm not sorry for not telling you, it's not like I would've Listened to what you said. Yes, by the way, I did learn Something from being a Malfoy, and that is, I take orders From one person, me. I'm also perfectly content with my job For the time being. I really don't mind killing muggles, I Would just prefer to have a motive. I also don't like taking Orders from people besides me. No offense to you or You- Know-Who. I just needed time to do my work and not to Worry about anything else. Don't send me anymore goddamn Howlers either, they're so inconvenient. Oh yeah, I'm staying At Hogwarts for all holidays, I'm going to have Head Boy Duties. Draco
He went up to the owlery to send the note. He found his faithful eagle owl and fed him before sending him off. When he was finished, he went down to the Great Hall to eat breakfast. There weren't many teachers there, but the ones who were greeted him warmly.
Even though it was summer, Draco wore shirts and robes that covered up his arms. He couldn't let anyone know what he really was. After breakfast, Draco walked outside and just sat, staring out at the lake. He had absolutely nothing to do because he had finished his homework earlier in the summer. ~ Finally, it was a week before the start of term, and he was sitting in the common room reading. All of a sudden the portrait swung open and there stood Hermione Granger.
"Granger!" exclaimed a shocked Draco. "What are you doing here?"
"My parents," she started. Her eyes suddenly filled with tears. "They're dead. You-Know-Who killed them." Tears streamed down her face.
It's the summer of 2002-2003 and what am I doing? I'm roaming the streets, killing countless numbers of muggles. Not a bad career, really. I just can't get caught, because then I can't return to Hogwarts (hopefully) as Head Boy. Also, I'll never be able to tell the love of my life how I feel about her. There's one other thing I should say, the girl I love is muggle- born, and I've made fun of her since we met in our first year. But I really wasn't making fun of her, just her two best friends. I'm really screwed up right now, though, I'm supposed to make her fall in love with me, and we're supposed to have a child that will be "the heir." After she has the child, I'm supposed to kill her. I'm not going to be able to do any of this and my master will kill me if I don't. This year is going to be hell. ~ Draco Malfoy slammed his journal shut. It was 9:23 am, and he just got home to the Malfoy Manor after a long night of "work." He went to his bathroom to take a cold shower. "Why do I do this to people?" he wondered stepping into the cold water. "Why do I put innocent people and their families in so much pain? There really is no logical explanation, but it's the family business, and I'm destined to keep it going. NO QUESTIONS ASKED! But why can't I question father's authority? What the hell makes him so goddamn special? He's in the Dark Lord's inner circle, THAT'S WHAT! And I'm right there next to him!" He had a habit of talking to himself, then quickly coming up with answers. "Maybe I'm going crazy," he continued his thoughts. "No, I can't be, this is perfectly normal."
He stepped out of the shower feeling a little more relaxed. Wrapping a black towel around his waist, he was going to comb his hair back, but realized he was just going to sleep on it anyway. His hair fell down over his cold, grey eyes. "This looks so much better. I'm doing my hair like this from now on."
Back in his room, he threw on a pair of black, silk boxers, with his name in silver down the left side. He lay down and was about to close his eyes when he heard a tapping on his window. An owl was there, so Draco let it in. It dropped the letter into his hands and flew off. The letter was addressed to him.
"This is it," he thought. He ripped open the envelope, roughly and began searching through all the papers: books, supplies, welcome, Hogsmeade. "Where is it?!" he almost yelled. Then, he saw the envelope shake, something wanted to come out. His hand reached for it, but something came flying out. It levitated in front of his face so he grabbed it and read:
Dear Master Malfoy, We are pleased to inform you that for the 2002-2003 school year, you will be returning to Hogwarts as Head Boy. You will be taking on more difficult tasks If you are unwilling to accept this position, owl us and let us know. You will also be sharing a living quarters with Head Girl Hermione Granger. We are expecting you to try and get along. We are well aware of your differences, but please try to overcome those. This year, our Head Students are more important than ever. We will elaborate more on September 1st. Enjoy the rest of your summer.
Sincerely, The Hogwarts Staff
"YES!!" he screamed loudly. This wasn't only to the fact that he was Head Boy, but also to the fact that the love of his life was going to be Head Girl.
He threw on baggy black pants, and a black t-shirt. Just as he was about to go show his mother, his door went flying open and his father drawled, "What's all the raucous up here?"
"I'm sorry, Father. I was just a little excited about getting my letter stating that I am to be Head Boy this year."
"Well, you didn't think anyone else would get that title, now, did you?" Lucius asked.
"No, but Potter usually gets everything handed to him just because of who he is. Anyway, I just wanted to see it in writing, it means more to me."
"Potter?! Potter?! You've got to be kidding! You have much better grades, and people respect you more than they respect him. Plus, you have a steady girlfriend, and he just has girls swooning over him because of a scar. He'll never know true love, like you."
"I do not have a girlfriend! If you're talking about Pansy, that's a HELL NO! We have never gone out, and we never will! I HATE HER! She's the most annoying person I've ever met!"
"You are going to marry her. Do you remember having this conversation years back? Yeah, that's right, I said you were getting married!"
"Yeah I remember," Draco yelled back. "And I also remember telling you that it was never gunna happen! Why don't you stay outta my business and let me lead my own damn life without you fucking up my future?"
Lucius grabbed Draco's left arm and yelled at him, "This is your future, you agreed to make it that way! It was your choice, not mine! Think about that!" With that he stormed out of the room leaving Draco looking down at the Dark Mark, which was branded into his left forearm.
"I didn't make the decision," he thought. "That goddamn bastard who calls himself my father said I had to choose; Voldemort or Death. I chose Voldemort, but at this point, death seems so much better." All of a sudden he got an idea. He grabbed parchment and a quill and began writing:
Dear Professor Dumbledore, I am having some serious issues with my father right now. Is there any way I can get to
Hogwarts within the next week before he kills me? If there is, please let me know. I'm going to Diagon Alley today to buy all of my supplies. Please let me know as soon as possible. Thank you.
Sincerely, Draco Malfoy P.S. I accept the position of Head Boy for the coming school year.
He called for his Eagle Owl, and sent the letter. Then, he grabbed his cloak and headed for Diagon Alley. When he got there, he went to Gringotts to stack up on gold, then bought all his supplies. He was heading home when he realized that he needed new robes, so he went to Madame Malkin's.
"Hogwarts, dear?" asked Madame Malkin when Draco walked in. He nodded and she said, "Right this way, there's a young girl getting her robes done too."
"Oh, great. It better not be someone I know, I'm not in the mood to talk," he thought.
Once they were through to the back, he saw Hermione Granger getting her measurements taken. She looked over at him. "Mudblood," he acknowledged.
"Ferret Boy," she answered. "I'm slightly surprised that you're Head Boy," she said after a minute.
"Why? I have the second best marks in the grade. Only second to you of course."
"Yeah, well I was just not expecting you to actually do anything. I just thought you were another lazy Slytherin." Her robes were getting hemmed now and his measurements were about half done.
"Lazy? I am not lazy. I never have been, and I never will be. Don't you dare talk to me like that again you Mudblood bitch!"
"God, Ferret Boy! I was just making a statement. I never said you, in particular was lazy, I was talking in general. You hafta lighten up a little."
"And you hafta start minding your own fucking business." His robes were being hemmed and Hermione's were finished.
"I can see that this is gunna be a fun year with you, Malfoy." She stalked off and paid for her robes.
He mentally slapped himself. "You asshole! You just had another fight with her. Don't you ever leave your mouth shut? Go find her and apologize. No, I can't apologize," he contradicted himself while paying for his robes. "I'm not supposed to be nice. I'm a Malfoy. But what the hell does that mean? That's my excuse for everything, and it makes no sense at all." He walked outside into the sunlight and noticed something on the floor.
It was a silver ring with a lion on one side and a snake on the other. In the middle was a blue stone. It was very pretty. Draco put it on and all of a sudden, he saw himself and Hermione, they were at an altar, apparently getting married. Very few people were there. Just as they were about to leave, a circle of Death Eaters surrounded them. Then he heard a voice, it was Voldemort's, "Avanda Kedavra!" There was a flash of green light, then everything went back to normal. Quickly, he pulled off the ring and put it in his pocket to look at more carefully later. ~ Back at Malfoy Manor, there was an owl waiting on Draco's bed. It was his. Why was it back already? Draco looked at the note around its leg, it was loopy handwriting, he recognized it as Dumbledore's. He opened it up and began reading:
Dear Draco, If you can find a form Of transportation, you are Welcome to stay at Hogwarts for The remaining month of vacation. When you show up, come straight to My office. The new password is "candy apple." I hope all goes well and you make it here okay.
Sincerely, Professor Dumbledore
"Thank God!" he mumbled. He turned to his owl and said, "You fly to Hogwarts and wait on the owlery. I'll come get you when I arrive." His owl clicked its beak, then flew out the window.
Draco packed all his stuff in his trunk the put everything on his broom and started flying toward the castle. He had done this before, so he knew exactly where he was going.
The sun was setting and Draco had gotten no sleep at all. His eyes were drooping, but he refused to go to sleep until he reached the castle. ~ Two hours later, the castle was visible. "Only a little farther then I can eat and sleep." He pushed himself and sped up a little. Finally, he landed on the stone steps and opened the big oak doors. Dragging his trunk, he reached the gargoyle and gave it the password. He climbed the magical steps and knocked on Dumbledore's door.
"Come in, Draco," came Dumbledore's voice.
"Thank you so much for letting me stay here. It means a great deal to me."
"It's no trouble, really. You may leave your things here, I'll have a house elf bring it to your room. Follow me and I'll show you where Hermione and yourself will be sharing a living quarters."
"Thank you," Draco said again.
Silently, Draco followed Dumbledore up staircases and down corridors until they reached a portrait of a meadow. It had a diagonal line across it and on one side it was night and Draco was standing there, looking up at the stars. On the other side, it was day and Hermione was sitting with her head on her knees. Draco was bamboozled, but decided not to say anything. "Choose a password," instructed Dumbledore, eyes twinkling.
"How about, 'darkness is forever'?" he suggested.
"That's fine by me."
The portrait opened, and Dumbledore went back to his office.
The common room was much warmer than the Slytherin common room. There was a fire blazing in the fireplace and the hangings were red and black. There were couches, love seats, and chairs. The tables were made out of glass. All in all it was very nice.
He walked up the stairs and found two doors, one on the right and one on the left. The door on t he left was red and said 'Ms Granger' in gold. The door on the right was black and in silver said 'Mr. Malfoy." Draco went into his room. The walls were green and the curtains and hangings were black. He had a king-size bed with black drapes and sheets. There was a walk-in closet and a full-length, talking mirror.
Soon, he noticed another door, and opened it. It was a huge bathroom.
"This is nice," he thought. "I have this whole place to myself for a month."
Draco went back into his room, stripped down to their boxers, and climbed into bed. He fell into a dreamless sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. ~ The next morning, he woke up to an owl at his window. He remembered the owlery and his owl and decided he'd go up after he brushed his teeth. He opened the window and let the owl in and took the-
"HOWLER!"
It said:
"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY! WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU RUN TO? YOU HAD BETTER TELL ME BEFORE I COME AND FIND YOU! I DON'T CARE HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO BE DOING FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE! YOU FIRST LOYALTY IS TO ME AND THEN TO YOU-KNOW-WHO! DON'T YOU BE TALKING TO THAT CRACK-POT OLD FOOL, DUMBLEDORE! UNDERSTAND? YOU HAD BETTER REMEMBER HOW I RAISED YOU! I RAISED YOU TO BE A MALFOY, SO BE ONE!"
After that, it exploded. Draco grabbed a piece of parchment and began:
Lucius, Dad, whatever you call yourself, I am at Hogwarts. No, Dumbledore does not know Anything. I just needed my own space to get stuff done. I'm not sorry for not telling you, it's not like I would've Listened to what you said. Yes, by the way, I did learn Something from being a Malfoy, and that is, I take orders From one person, me. I'm also perfectly content with my job For the time being. I really don't mind killing muggles, I Would just prefer to have a motive. I also don't like taking Orders from people besides me. No offense to you or You- Know-Who. I just needed time to do my work and not to Worry about anything else. Don't send me anymore goddamn Howlers either, they're so inconvenient. Oh yeah, I'm staying At Hogwarts for all holidays, I'm going to have Head Boy Duties. Draco
He went up to the owlery to send the note. He found his faithful eagle owl and fed him before sending him off. When he was finished, he went down to the Great Hall to eat breakfast. There weren't many teachers there, but the ones who were greeted him warmly.
Even though it was summer, Draco wore shirts and robes that covered up his arms. He couldn't let anyone know what he really was. After breakfast, Draco walked outside and just sat, staring out at the lake. He had absolutely nothing to do because he had finished his homework earlier in the summer. ~ Finally, it was a week before the start of term, and he was sitting in the common room reading. All of a sudden the portrait swung open and there stood Hermione Granger.
"Granger!" exclaimed a shocked Draco. "What are you doing here?"
"My parents," she started. Her eyes suddenly filled with tears. "They're dead. You-Know-Who killed them." Tears streamed down her face.