Sacrifices
By: Death by Feathers
Summary: Draco Malfoy and his girlfriend Kiki River Slytherin get sent back in time… when to? Why the Marauder Era, of course! And who better to teach Defence but the
Disclaimer: I don't own anything… except Kiki and the engagement ring.
Author's Note: This has been EDITED! That means that ANY MISTAKES YOU SAW BEFORE ARE NOW GONE! Wow… I'm editing my stories…
That's something that's never happened before.
And I'm also really sorry to all those who got a false alert (all three of you…) thinking that there was finally a new chapter up… I really needed to edit it though; it was terrible.
(This is a shameless bit of advertising on my part). Actually, I'm editing all my stories – Titillanda Darkstar (of which the name is now Changeling Child) has so far had the Prologue and Chapter One edited (as of 25th Jan, 2008). I'm getting to Voldemort the Djinni, and, as I really don't like that name, that'll be changing too. Probably to The Encyclopaedia of Doom. You'll find out what I mean… eventually. (Evil cackle). And, yes, this one's name's changed, too. And I know that this doesn't seem very sacrifice-y, but when it develops… well, you'll see.
It's not changed as much as my other one, but still, you might want to re-read it.
Chapter One
Kiki's perfect, thought Draco, as he looked down at the ring, I just hope she likes it.
He was going to propose tonight. Draco glanced at his watch. Two minutes.
As an Auror, Kiki was always in battles to the death with the Dark Lord's followers and he was forever worried that one night she wouldn't come home.
One minute.
Oh god, I'm sweating.
Thirty seconds.
What if she says 'no'?
Ten seconds.
Nine.
Is my hair OK?
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
I'd better not screw it up.
Five.
Four.
She'll be here any bloody second…
Three.
Two.
One –
"Draco! I'm home!"
She dumped her bags on the floor and started heading upstairs.
"Wait!" cried Draco. She turned round expectantly.
"Err… can you just sit down for a sec? I… need to ask you …something." He bit the inside of his cheek. "You'd better sit down."
She dumped her bags at the door and launched herself expectantly on the sofa. Draco leant on one knee – the position he had known since he was four, when his father had started looking for prospective wives. I hardly think he'd be that pleased with how the one he picked out in the end…
"The thing is… we've been together for over two years now; ever since seventh year. And, now that our relationship is moving on, I think there's something we need to do." He paused for breath, and launched the question.
"Will you marry me?"
He looked up as she gave a girlish squee. "Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!"
And he took out the ring and slipped it on her finger. Immediately, there was the sensation of a rubber band squeezing them together (Kiki gasped for breath, while Draco did the manlier thing – spluttered).
A flash of golden light and then –
– total blackness.
—
"Wonder who'll be the new Defence teacher this year," James remarked.
"I don't really care, just as long as it isn't the same git who taught last year," replied Sirius, his best mate.
"Nah," interrupted Remus, "he was killed by Death Eaters couple of weeks ago, remember? – it was in the Daily Prophet. They were going on about 'how much he'd be missed by the whole of Hogwarts faculty'." Snort. "As if."
"Mmm," was all Peter had to say on the matter.
They were on the train, to Hogwarts and to their fifth year. James had grumbled a little about having to do their OWLs, but had shut up once Remus had hit him with a tickling hex.
The train pulled in to Hogsmeade Station. Soon they were in the horseless carriages to Hogwarts (which Sirius always said were pulled by Thestrals, but no one believed him) and were 'chatting animatedly' on 'what to do when they got to Hogwarts' (they were really plotting what sort of prank to pull when they got there, but…)
When everyone had entered, the Sorting began.
The Hat sang a song which nobody paid attention to at all – it was just rambling on about 'House Unity' and crap like that.
Professor McGonagall started calling out the students. The so-called 'Marauders' yawned, clapped when someone was sorted into Gryffindor and otherwise ignored the Sorting.
Dumbledore stood up and spread his arms, eyes twinkling like mad. "Welcome, to another year at Hogwarts. Before people are too bamboozled by our wonderful feast, I would like to say a few things – first of all, Mr. Filch would like to inform you that 37 new items have appeared on the banned list –" groans – "and that this year we haven't managed to secure a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, so I will be teaching you inste—"
He never did finish his sentence, for at that moment a bright golden light filled the room and –
"Damn it, Draco!" a woman's voice could be heard. "How many times have I told you never to shop at Borgin and Burkes?"
A man – who could only be Draco – managed to say "I didn—" before she cut him off again.
"And now, we're goodness knows where and I've lost my slippers."
Draco groaned. "Kiki, I highly doubt that your slippers are important at the momen—"
"Not important?" she screeched. "Not important?"
Sirius grinned at his friends. "He's dead."
Then, the two disorientated 20-year-olds managed to . And, more importantly, that Dumbledore had raised his wand at her. Her eyes widened for a moment, before settling into a mischievous sparkle.
"No one make any sudden movements," she shouted. "Keep all shiny objects away from my line of view – they make me twitchy. We're here for – for –" she struggled for a word – "for that blue pig –" she magicked a blue pig into existence – "hand it over and everyone gets to keep the body parts they were born with."
James and Sirius glanced at each other. Their eyes clearly said 'I like her already'.
"No, Kiki. That is not how you introduce yourself to the Hogwarts facility."
"It isn't?" She sounded disappointed.
"No…"
"Oh." She turned to Dumbledore. "Well then, I'm Kiki Sly— erm, Malfoy, and this is Draco Malfoy, my husband. We'd like to apply for the Defence Against the Dark Arts position."
Dumbledore still hadn't put down his wand. "Prove to me that you're not a Death Eater," he said.
Kiki rolled her eyes and pulled up her left sleeve. It showed clear white skin. "Good enough for you?" she asked. Dumbledore glared pointedly at Draco.
A quick non-verbal spell on Kiki's part covered up Draco's Dark Mark, and he shoved his robe arm up. Nothing could be seen.
He nodded and lowered his wand.
"We'd be happy for you to fill the Defence position. Do sit down."
A pause.
"No, Kiki. He meant sit down at the table."