A/N: Hello, to those of you who may read this. I hope you like my newest edition to my writings…If you've read any of my other stories. To those of you who have, don't worry, I'm not going to stop writing on my other stories. Like I've said, when I get a good idea for a story I write it out:D Anyways, if you like it review, if you don't then don't.

Disclaimer:I don't own any of the characters in this story, except for Montague and the nameless Death Eaters. All belong to J.K. Rowling.

Draco Lucifer…Granger?

The Demise of the Malfoys… Well Most of Them

Prologue:

The night was unnaturally quiet on the evening of June eighth. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy hurried through the deserted streets of muggle London, gripping each other's hands tightly to ensure they didn't lose each other.

They could hear them running behind them, gaining on them.

"Lucius, I'm scared," Narcissa panted as they turned a corner and entered a long alleyway. He squeezed her hand and pulled her, urging her to go faster.

"We're almost there dear," he whispered. "Just keep running."

But it seemed both of them were becoming tired of running. They'd been running for twenty minutes trying to dodge the Death Eaters who were hot on their heels. But to no avail, the Death Eaters hadn't lost track of them.

"Please, tell me what's going on Lucius," Narcissa gasped.

"There's no time for that sweetheart," Lucius said. Suddenly out of nowhere, a jet of green light whizzed past Narcissa's ear. She let out a shriek as someone behind the couple screamed viciously:

"Avada Kedavra!" and another green jet of light shot between the Malfoy's heads missing them both by a mere few inches.

"Lucius!" she cried panicking. "What's happening!"

"Annulatransportigo!" one of them screamed. All of a sudden, both of them were hit with a spell coming from either side of the alleys and Death Eaters appeared seemingly out of nowhere. The spell didn't seem to have any effect on them but they were about to find out what it did.

Voldemort's minions were in front of the Malfoys, behind and to the sides of them. They were cornered. "Expelliarmus!" one wizard cried and both Narcissa's and Lucius' wands flew from their clothing and into the hands of the Death Eater that had cast the spell.

Lucius put an arm around his wife, whose cocktail dress had gotten torn to shreds at the bottom. (They had been at a dinner party before all this.) He then tried to Apparate from the scene but a sudden sharp pain went through his whole body. Narcissa dug her fingernails into his arm groaning, since she was connected to his attempt to flee.

A young Death Eater chuckled.

"Isn't it great Malfoy?" he asked. "My own little creation that one. It disables you from leaving. And now, I guess, is the right time to tell you that the Dark Lord has sent people to your manor to find your son. See where being a power hungry idiot gets you Lucius?"

"How dare you," came Narcissa's voice that was full of spite. "How dare you!" she shrieked again. "You bastards! I swear to God if Draco gets hurt I'll-"

"You'll do nothing, seeing as in a few moments you'll be a dead woman," the young Death Eater sneered. "You and your traitor husband."

Narcissa looked at Lucius through puzzled blue eyes.

"That's right," the Death Eater said. "Your husband tried to kill the Dark Lord so he could take his place and inherit his power. Don't you see Narcissa? You're here because Lucius Malfoy couldn't keep his place."

"Hurry it up Montague," someone said gruffly. Montague sneered and lifted his wand.

"Avada Kedavra!" Montague shrieked, the jet of green light shooting from his wand and spreading out wide, hitting both Narcissa and Lucius in their chests. The two fell limply to the ground, Lucius' arm still around Narcissa's petite form.

"Another work of art," a female Death Eater whispered. "Two birds with one stone, Montague. The Dark Lord will be pleased with your execution."

Montague then lifted his wand and let the Dark Mark into the air, with a sneer of satisfaction across his boyish features.

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"Avada Kedavra!" bellowed Draco Malfoy at the top of his lungs. Another Death Eater fell lifelessly to the ground. But there were too many of them in the entrance hall so he turned on his heel and began to run. He appeared in the second floor corridor and yanked the door open entering a dark area of the Manor. But he knew his home like the back of his hand and could go through it with his eyes shut.

"He's around here somewhere," he heard someone scream. "This place isn't that big!"

"On the contrary," Draco whispered with a sneer. "It's huge." He found his way in the darkness, to the set of steps that led back down to the first floor and into the dungeons. There was a room near to them that led to the side of the house. That's where he was going. Out.

He quietly creeped down the stone steps, his shoes making soft clicking noises on the floor and he cringed for it seemed to be magnified. Finally, tiring of the paranoia that he'd be found, he slipped his shoes off and hurried to the door that led outside.

It seemed he'd run fast enough for they hadn't followed him this way.

He did a series of finger movements over the lock and it glowed red. With a soft click it swung open without a sound. He sighed a breath of relief and hurriedly escaped into the chilly night air, putting his shoes back on.

He was on the look out, his eyes wide. He was hoping they wouldn't be guarding the entrance gate and to his relief, found the entrance deserted. He had to be careful of using magic now that he was outside of the Malfoy Manor. It was now traceable.

He wiped sweat from his brow and cautiously made his way to the gate. Nobody in sight. He stopped at the outside shed and slipped inside, seeing as the house elves kept the hinges well oiled it opened with very little sound. He groped around and found what he was looking for. His broom, and he hugged it…well tried to anyway. This was his ticket out.

Suddenly he heard talking outside of his shed. Two Death Eaters passed by, their wands out.

"Yeah, it's a shame about the boy though," he heard one of them say. "Lucius was getting old. But I think Draco could've been spared. I heard he was very talented in the dark arts."

Draco smirked. Hell yes he was. He then shook his head. Now was not the time to be cocky. He let what he'd heard sink in. So did that mean? He didn't want to think about what that statement could've meant. After they'd gone, he decided the front gate wouldn't be the best choice of escape.

He took a look around and found his surroundings deserted. He then decided he'd fly over the gate here, while there was nobody around. He mounted his broom and kicked off, hovering for a moment to listen. He then eased it up into the air and over the gate, when another Death Eater came over. They only caught a flick of movement and decided it had been their imagination, as Draco Malfoy flew away into the night.

On this night, June eighth, two days after his fifteenth birthday, Draco Malfoy had become an orphan.

A/N: Okay here it is. The beginning of our story! Hope you enjoyed it. Review if you want more!