Hey Everyone! This is my first fanfiction! My best friend really wanted me to write a fanfic for her with Draco Malfoy in it, so here it is :) I would really appreciate reviews! This one's for you Rachna!
Chapter 1: Betrayal
It was a long and stormy night. The sky looked like a boiling sea of thick, dense clouds. Trees shook violently in the roaring wind and leaves went sprawling for shelter. News reporters screamed warnings of flash flooding and tornado warnings. Neighborhoods were empty and a sense of unease spread through the air, as if the entire district were holding its breath for the worst.
Amongst the mayhem that was brewing, a tall and lean figure's sharp steps rang through the wind. He was dressed in a black business like suit with platinum blond hair slicked into place. His scowling face showed frustration and his bloodshot eyes moved wildly about, searching desperately for the prey. Draco Malfoy was once again, faced with the task of bringing back the second Chosen One to the Dark Lord. The only problem: where was the second Chosen One?
According to the Dark Lord, the girl should have been in Godric's Hollow for some time now. Once she entered, Nagini would take the shape of the old batty Bathilda Bagshot and would trap her, keep her ready for Draco to transport to Voldemort. But Draco had already visited the house in which Nagini was supposed to have taken residence, and the entire place was a wreck! It looked like Nagini had once again failed the Dark Lord's orders; the girl had escaped the reptile's clutches!
Draco would rather have taken the task of tracking Potter, the first Chosen One, instead of running after some idiotic girl! Voldemort assigning Draco the task to go after the girl was humiliating and degrading, showing how much of a status the Dark Lord had for the Malfoys in his mind. Nevertheless, Draco had vowed to his bounded parents that he would succeed and capture the girl, no matter what obstacles came in his way! He would free his parents when he brought the Dark Lord his prize.
Strangely, the Dark Lord had found this amusing. As he had put it, "You're biggest obstacle will come when you face her! Let us see if you can drown out your desires with your loyalty!" This had left Draco baffled; what desire would arise when seeing her, a Gryffindor? For surely the second Chosen One had to be a Gryffindor! He would rather kill himself with a stake through his heart than have any feelings for her! But the prediction had startled Draco as he walked out of his comfortable home that night and out into the Muggle world.
Thinking over the past events made Draco shudder. Suddenly, he heard a SNAP from the bush behind him! He spun and went into his guard stance, wand pointed toward the center of the bush. It could have been just a stray cat roaming about, but Draco's nerves were too strained to let anything go unnoticed.
"Show yourself!" he shouted into the wind, addressing the bush. No response came from the inanimate object.
"I said SHOW YOURSELF!" Suddenly, a red jet of light hit Draco square in the chest, and he went soaring through the air. As he landed with a sickening crack on his left arm, he noticed a slim figure dart out of the bushes and to his elm wand nearly 15 feet away.
"Ac-c-acio wand!" groaned Draco as he struggled against the searing pain in his chest and now in his left arm. But for some reason, the wand would not respond to his command; it remained in the stranger's hand. Draco was shocked! He was the master of the elm wand and it was going to listen to his orders! Draco's eyes moved above the hand that was holding his wand and found a tall girl with a halo of extremely curly black hair glaring down at him. The moonlight rebounded off of every curly, making it look like her hair was crowned with morning dew drops. Her black rimmed glasses shot a glare of light toward Draco, nearly blinding him.
"Wh-what do you think your d-doing!" he screamed as he slowly came to his feet. But the girl just pushed him down to the ground again. Up close, Draco found the face of a fair Indian girl with dark, luscious brown eyes giving him a deathly glare. Immediately, he snapped up. He recognized this face! But what was Rachna Kuchibhatla doing here in a neighborhood full of Mudbloods? And why would she attack a fellow Slytherin?
"Stop trying to find me!" she said with a menacing hiss. "Go and tell your Dark Lord that if he wants to find me, he better come and fight me himself instead of cowering behind his supporters!"
"Wa-wait!" stammered Draco, now frightened. He tried to think clearly through his pain. Rachna was a Slytherin, and all Slytherins were worshippers to the Dark Lord. Then why had Rachna said "your Dark Lord" as if she did not support their master? And why did she think that he was trying to find her? Draco was trying to find the second Chosen One, not… All of a sudden, everything clicked!
"You're the second Chosen One!" exclaimed Draco! He was stupefied as to how a Slytherin could go against the Dark Lord. Rachna gave a cold smile at Draco's horror. Then he remembered the prophecy. Professor Trelawny had foreseen that there would be two children that would defeat the Dark Lord together: one, a boy from the house of Godric Gryffindor and the other, a girl from the house of Salazar Slytherin. Both children were prophesized to be in the same year as Draco. The boy had been found on Draco's first day of school; thus, Harry Potter was dubbed the First Chosen One. But the girl was never found, even though the first year Slytherins were extremely interrogated by faculty members! How then, had Rachna gotten past the questioning so easily? Draco's face of horror dissolved into grim dislike for the girl in front of him.
"Very good Einstein!" said Rachna sarcastically. "Now that we've figured out the obvious, you wanna go and tell Voldemort-"
"Don't speak the Dark Lord's name!" snarled Draco. He hoisted his body up and popped back his dislocated elbow, the source of the pain in his arms, into its socket. "Accio wand" Draco ordered calmly, and this time, the wand slipped out of Rachna's grasp and flew to its original master. So you listen to whoever's stronger, do you? thought Draco.
He looked at Rachna. "To get out of my grasp, you're going to have to fight -" Before he could finish his sentence, a searing pain enveloped his entire body. Draco looked down and saw that a red and gold serpent of blazing fire had shot out from the end of Rachna's ebony wand and had entwined itself around him. Hate filled inside of him for the girl, but she didn't notice. Nimble as a cat, Rachna silently ran to the edge of the street and disappeared down a dark alleyway, leaving Draco to his doom.