The Serpents Fire
A Seventh Book setting through the eyes of Draco Malfoy.
Notes: All Harry Potter characters and places of references are © JK Rowling and Warner Bros Inc, with the exception of my made up characters.
Silence. Nothing but blissful silence. It couldn't be peaceful, for there were no discussions of peace to make it seem fitting. A group of about three men and one teenage boy stood in a circle; all heavily cloaked, around a fire. There was an obvious leader of the group, as he did most of the talking and the others simply remained silent. An evil moon rose above the tops of the trees, it's rays dancing across the faces of those of whom the moon chose to reveal. But alas, all the men were wearing white masks.
The teenage boy shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he listened inventively to his leader's plans of corruption, knowing if he said one word out of line he would certainly be punished for it. His eyes wondered to the other two men, both he knew and highly respected above any other. The leader on the other hand; brought him great fear and he worried greatly about what his task would be. The fire finally died down as the leader finished his speech, and vanished with a loud; echoing crack. The two men gave a concerned glance in the direction of the teenager, who simply nodded at them; indicating he was all right. Then, all three of them disapperated with the same crack as their leader did moments before.
The Malfoy Manor, a beautiful large home situated on the outskirts of Wiltshire; near the famed ruins of Stonehenge. Due to its size, any normal person would wonder there were many occupants of this house. But yet; it bore only three, along with five or so House Elves; but the family itself chose to pretend the House Elves did not exist. A young man around the age of seventeen, walked up to his backyard Quidditch pitch; a Firebolt in hand, a sixteenth birthday gift from his parents. Two other young men stood alongside him; rather over towering, as they were both tall and wide. This boy on the other hand, was tall and slim. The perfect qualities of a Seeker. He nodded to the two other boys as they set the Bludgers loose and kicked off the ground on their broomsticks. He waited for a few moments, just hovering above the ground on his own broom; studying the sky for any glint of golden light that wasn't the sun. Then, he spotted it. Almost ten feet away; he took off; the wind buzzing past his exposed ears, his eyes squinting as he ducked and rolled on his broom from an on coming Bludger. So close, he could almost imagine his enemy Seeker breathing down his neck. Suddenly, the Snitch vanished. He stopped in mid air; and blinked. Where did the ruddy thing go? Brushing a strand of blonde hair from his eyes; he studied the grounds again, and again had to duck from the same Bludger that almost hit him before.
"Watch where you're hitting those things you stupid fools!" He bellowed over his shoulder, as a golden light zoomed over his head. He blinked; and took off at top speed; plummeting toward the ground, arm outstretched as the Snitch continued to fall to the ground, he wondered if he could make it…
He pulled up just inches from the grass and noticed a few field rats scamper in fear away. He continued to skim across the top of the grass, his hair flying around him; until the Snitch was just inches from his fingers then…
BANG. He looked around frantically and noticed his father standing in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch, holding his wand in the air. And he was heading straight for him; as was the Snitch. He sped up with a grin, his fingers groping around the Snitch's middle; then pulling up only a mere foot from his father, as he dove out of the way. He hovered in the air above his fuming father; watching with sheer delight as his father adjusted his robes and hair; only to know what was coming for him.
"Draco! Inside. Now!"
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