Hey, I'm a new fanfic writer and I haven't written much before but I really love HP. This is my first fic on ff. net so tell me what you think.
Draco Malfoy lazed in the uncomfortable chair in his bedroom, he knew that he'd have to move soon as his father hated lazing. All the same he didn't move but valued the brief moment of relaxation he so rarely got. It was only two days since his last day of fifth year and also his sixteenth birthday. He had been given no presents for his birthday aside from a lopsided painting from his little sister Josephine. His father had thrown it in the fire saying that saying that it was time for her to grow up and leave her childish playthings. There was a knock at the door and Josephine was at the door. There was a time when he had called her Jo and Joey but his father had no tolerance for nicknames so the time had been short lived. She stood in the doorway wearing the long black Malfoy robes, which looked far too sombre and sad for her cheerful face. Draco resented her happy face, he didn't understand how she could be so cheerful in such a depressing atmosphere. Her hair had been gelled back as like every day, though small bits of hair still stuck out in an unruly fashion. Unlike the rest of the Malfoy family, Josephine had brown hair that grew wild all over her head. Currently it was being gelled back but soon it would be cut painfully short to hide its unruliness. At parties she was made to drink potions to change her hair to blonde, so she looked like the rest of the family. Sometimes he saw her father looking at her with a look of hate stronger than ones even Draco had received.
"Hello Drakes" she said skipping into the door.
"Father better not hear you saying that," Draco drawled lazily, due to the five-year age difference he had never been terribly close to her. He sometimes suspected his father tried to keep them apart though he was not entirely sure why. Josephine was surveying him carefully. "What house should I be in, when I start at Hogwarts, Drakes?"
"You know perfectly well what house you will be in Josephine, you had the conversation with father."
"Yes." She said impatiently, "but what house do you think I should be in?"
"Look, Josephine, I'm busy being depressed go bother someone else," he said grumpily.
Josephine smiled cheekily" Oh don't worry, think about the song." Josephine burst into song "Don't worry, be happy." She moved to skip out of the room but he grabbed the back of her robes and pulled her close to him. "Have you been listening to muggle songs again?" he asked angrily. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp. She failed, badly. "Don't you remember what happened last time, are you stupid? Draco nearly yelled. Josephine tried one last time to struggled and then resigned to be still.
"I won't do it again" she said. He let her go and she skipped out of the room, happy once again.
Lucius Malfoy walked down the hall followed by two fellow death eaters. "Open his door" he said coldly. The door to Draco's room burst open, Draco jumped guiltily out of his chair. "Lazing again, boy" he said. Draco's mouth opened and closed he couldn't understand what his father wanted. "Stupefy" his Lucius said. Draco slumped to the floor. With that, the two death eaters picked up the unconscious boy and started carrying out of the room. In the hall they met Josephine. Her clothes were dripping wet from her attempts to wash the hair gel out of her hair. "Draco?" she said craning to see the unconscious boy in the death Eaters arms. "I told you to stay in your room," Lucius said. He swept his arm out and knocked her to the ground as he walked down the long darkened hallway. "I thought she had blonde hair," One death Eater whispered to the other as they left Josephine behind them.
When Draco opened his eyes, all he could see was darkness. I'm dead, he thought. Then his eyes started to focus and he noticed a girl sitting in the corner. She looked terribly bored and was picking dirt out of her fingernails, Draco had to suppress a shudder. How disgusting. She looked up and eyed him warily, he saw her face for the first time and was immediately reminded of weasley even though this girl had brown hair and was not nearly as tall as him. She eyed him warily and without a word walked out of the room. He was not tied up with any rope and could see no reason why he shouldn't walk out of the room. Despite this he had a suspicious nature and approached the door cautiously. The girl was coming back through the dreary passage and although she was now wearing a hood it was obvious it was her.
"Voldie wants to speak to you," she said carelessly.
"That's really respectful to the dark lord," he said loftily.
"Well, that's me, brimming with respect," she said and without another word she exited the room in a rather funny hopping skip fashion.
Draco walked through the dreary passage and into a clearing lit with flame torches. He was pushed rather roughly into a large circle of death eaters. Voldemort stood in the middle of the circle also. "Rather pathetic, isn't he Lucius?" Voldemort remarked. Somewhere in the depths of his confusion, Draco felt a little hurt at that remark. He thought of himself as rather handsome and far from pathetic. Lucius nodded and Draco glared at him. Voldemort leaned down and hissed in Lucius ear "even your offspring are pathetic, how I, The Dark Lord ended up with a son such as you disgusts me every time I look at you.
Lucius didn't move a muscle Draco who had heard every word and gave a strangled gasp. With Voldemort as his grandfather that would mean he was Slytherins heir but what really bothered him was how long he could stay good looking with a grandfather as grotesque as Voldemort. It skips a generation he thought, panic rising in his throat. "I was wrong to let you bring up my heir Lucius, I need a strong heir to take up my position if anything happens to me and this fool is of no use to me. Your imbecile of a son must have an heir and with someone of great power. This child will be raised by myself and a number of worthy death eaters."
And I though I had a bad childhood Draco thought.
"But who could possibly have enough power to satisfy you my lord," Lucius said rather pathetically.
"The heir of Ravenclaw, who else? Look at Enzinia, she was raised with death eaters and she will be my most loyal and respected death eater in years to come."
Draco looked at where Voldemort was gesturing and saw he was pointing at the girl from yesterday. Respectful? He snorted in laughter. He was given stares by each death eater at this outburst, he looked defiantly back. What a stupid name the girl had, he thought. Enzinia, it nearly sent him into a fit of laughter.
Suddenly Voldemort spoke again, "I have already found the heir of Ravenclaw, GO GET HERMIONE GRANGER," he shouted.
"What?" Draco said in astonishment. "She won't have a child with me, and even if she would, I wouldn't touch her with a barge pole.
For the first time Lucius turned and addressed Draco, "There are other different ways of having children, Draco," he said.
Draco stared at him dumbfounded and then he heard the familiar words of the binding curse and felt his arms snap to his sides. Enzinia had to carry him back to the dark, dreary dungeon. Draco still thought her name was hilarious. She must of seen the laughter in his eyes because she turned red and then snapped "What kind of a name is Draco anyway?"
A long way away, Hermione, Ron and Harry were exploring the muggle town near The Burrow. Hermione had insisted on showing Ron the muggle customs as he had failed muggle studies miserably last year. They were exhausted and were climbing the hill to the burrow when a shadow was cast over the top of them. Hermione looked up and gasped.
All characters belong to J.K Rowling except Enzinia and Josephine. Hey, review if you think it's alright.
If its goes well then I'll write quite a few chapters and my neighbour wants to try out her art skills by drawing fan art for it.