A/N: Let me know what you think people! And just so you all know, this
story doesn't necessarily follow what may or may not happen in the books.
I'm not really sure how this story is going to turn out either....anyways,
please let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, in other words the regular HP characters. Everything you don't recognize belongs to me.
Enjoy and Review!!!
Chapter One: A Fork-Dropping Surprise
My fork fell out of my hand as I read the front page headline of The Daily Prophet. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my parent's staring at me curiously. I read the headline again to be sure I saw it correctly. In big, bold print, I read: Lucius Malfoy Found Dead. Below the headline was a large picture of Lucius himself. From the picture, I concluded that he had hung himself considering his feet were dangling above the floor and there was a rope around his neck that was tied to a rafter on the ceiling. At first glance, it looked like a Muggle picture, but as I looked closer, I could see him swinging back and forth slowly.
I read the article, shocked for the most part, yet the rest of me was glad-for Lucius Malfoy was an evil man-even to his own friends and family. It read:
Lucius Malfoy, Death Eater and supporter of the late Lord Voldemort was found dead this morning by his son Draco. Apparently, Lucius was so shocked about his master's death and his own failure to save the late Dark Lord that he hung himself late last night. Ironically, according to his wife and son, the room he chose for his suicide was his least favorite room in Malfoy Manor.
The rest of the article was about Lucius's past-for the most part anyway. Yet, the last sentence caught my eye:
Draco Malfoy, seventeen, will return to Hogwarts this fall for completion of his seventh and final year.
I gave the paper to my father, whose reaction was somewhat similar to my own. This is probably due to the fact that the Malfoys have been our neighbors for as long as I can remember, and my mother considers Narcissa Malfoy the sister she never had. Even though I have never met Draco or his father.
Finishing my orange juice, I went back upstairs to my room. Muttering a spell to make my bed up, I went out on my balcony and looked towards Malfoy Manor. I had always made it a point not to go there when Draco or Lucius were home, for fear of upsetting Narcissa, although sometimes I would see them from a distance.
I felt a smile spread across my face upon seeing the Quidditch pitch that split their property from ours. "Accio Nightshade 3!" and my broom came to me almost instantly. It was the fastest and newest broom available- most Aurors carried them. As the wind whipped through my hair as I was flying to the Quidditch pitch, it dawned on me then that I love flying as much as I love *almost* being an Auror. "But after this year," I thought- referring to my last year at the Auror Wizardry Training Academy (AN: I know there is no such thing as this in the books, but I said at the beginning that this fic was different.) "I *will* be an Auror." After flying one lap around the pitch, I simply stopped and hovered, watching Malfoy Manor.
Somebody had been watching me as I flew around the pitch-I assumed it was Draco Malfoy-and was now watching me. I couldn't resist wondering if he knew who I was.
"Miss Callie?" a soft voice asked.
I turned the broom around so I was facing Wendi, one of our house elves-she is free, but since we are kind to her just as we are to the others, she stayed on, as did the other house elves-and I replied, "Yes Wendi?"
"Your parents would like to see you," and with a POP! She disappeared.
"I wonder why they sent for me?" I thought, flying back to my balcony.
I took the stairs two at a time and found my parents. "We were wondering, Callie, If you would mind taking this over to Narcissa and Draco?" my mother asked. She handed me a chocolate pie and a letter of sorts. Just as I was leaving, she said, "Narcissa always loved my pies-but chocolate was her favorite."
"Sure I'll take it for you. Did you want me to come straight home or wait for her reply?" I asked.
"Whatever dear. If she looks too troubled just come straight home, and if not, enjoy yourself," my mother replied.
"OK," I said as I went back up to my room and climbed on my broom again. Before I actually headed over there, I found my eyes wandering to where, assuming it was Draco I'd seen, that I had last seen him. He was gone.
I flew somewhat slowly to Malfoy Manor, not wanting to drop the pie and have to pull a difficult Quidditch stunt to catch it. Almost too soon, however, I found myself standing in front of the somewhat intimidating door. Not five seconds after I knocked did a house elf answer that recognized me immediately. "Oh, Miss Callie! It is good to see you again, it's been so long! Come in, come in. Mistress!" the excited fellow called.
Narcissa came almost as if she'd been waiting for me to come. The elf left immediately and Narcissa practically ran to hug me. "Oh, it's so good to see you! How are your parents?" she exclaimed as she took the pie.
I found myself smiling as she realized the pie was chocolate, "they are fine and send their best regards. They said you both could visit anytime."
Her eyes were bright as she looked from the pie to the letter to me and said, "You were always so good to me, you and your parent's were. And, well, I'm sure you heard all about it last night-but it's so good to be so.so.free!"
I was smiling when she finished, realizing how my mom thought of her as a sister-they were so much alike. But I shook my head, "No, I read about it this morning in The Daily Prophet." She was silent for a moment and it dawned on me that even though she and Draco were both happy, she still couldn't believe it for fear he would come back.
I went over and found a plate. Handing it to her I said, "Fix yourself some pie, I'll send my mother over." She merely nodded and I could tell she was fighting tears, so I left quickly. But not before I summoned one of the house elves and nodded towards the room I'd just come out of and told the elf, "Get Draco." He left instantly and I mounted my broom, flying at full speed to my house.
I got off my broom faster than you can say Quidditch and opening the door, I yelled for my mom. She came almost instantly and asked me, "What is it?" No sooner did I explain the situation than my mother disappeared to the nearest fireplace. In moments she was on her way to Malfoy Manor via Floo Powder to comfort her friend.
Just as I was walking around to find my dad, I remembered he had already left for work. My father is an Auror, so I follow in his footsteps. My mom used to play for the Chudley Cannons, but was forced to stop when a few attempts were made against her life. So for the past three years, my mom has watched me play Quidditch, giving me tips here and there. Every once in a while she will go watch her friends practice, but mostly she and I-and sometimes my father-will go to their games, seeing as how she gets free box tickets. An advantage of having your mother play for the team that won the Quidditch World Cup three consecutive years in a row-and they haven't won since my mother retired.
So, finding nothing else to do, I grabbed my broom and flew back to the pitch. I was so oblivious that it took me a whole lap around the pitch before I realized I wasn't alone. And that that someone was hovering in the middle of the pitch seeming oblivious to everything, staring off into the distance.
So, allowing myself to sit still for a minute, I watched him. And then he slowly turned his head and looked at me. The moment his dark silver- gray eyes locked with my stormy green-blue ones, a shiver ran up my spine. So, I did the polite thing, and smiled. A slow, easy half-smile crept across his face. Then it vanished and his eyes became hard. And it seemed like everything was in slow motion as I watched him pull out his wand and point it at me...
A/N: So what do you all think? Do you like it? I sure hope so, please review and let me know what you think so far. That's as far as I've gotten, so ideas are welcome! Please review!!!! I need feedback here people!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize, in other words the regular HP characters. Everything you don't recognize belongs to me.
Enjoy and Review!!!
Chapter One: A Fork-Dropping Surprise
My fork fell out of my hand as I read the front page headline of The Daily Prophet. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my parent's staring at me curiously. I read the headline again to be sure I saw it correctly. In big, bold print, I read: Lucius Malfoy Found Dead. Below the headline was a large picture of Lucius himself. From the picture, I concluded that he had hung himself considering his feet were dangling above the floor and there was a rope around his neck that was tied to a rafter on the ceiling. At first glance, it looked like a Muggle picture, but as I looked closer, I could see him swinging back and forth slowly.
I read the article, shocked for the most part, yet the rest of me was glad-for Lucius Malfoy was an evil man-even to his own friends and family. It read:
Lucius Malfoy, Death Eater and supporter of the late Lord Voldemort was found dead this morning by his son Draco. Apparently, Lucius was so shocked about his master's death and his own failure to save the late Dark Lord that he hung himself late last night. Ironically, according to his wife and son, the room he chose for his suicide was his least favorite room in Malfoy Manor.
The rest of the article was about Lucius's past-for the most part anyway. Yet, the last sentence caught my eye:
Draco Malfoy, seventeen, will return to Hogwarts this fall for completion of his seventh and final year.
I gave the paper to my father, whose reaction was somewhat similar to my own. This is probably due to the fact that the Malfoys have been our neighbors for as long as I can remember, and my mother considers Narcissa Malfoy the sister she never had. Even though I have never met Draco or his father.
Finishing my orange juice, I went back upstairs to my room. Muttering a spell to make my bed up, I went out on my balcony and looked towards Malfoy Manor. I had always made it a point not to go there when Draco or Lucius were home, for fear of upsetting Narcissa, although sometimes I would see them from a distance.
I felt a smile spread across my face upon seeing the Quidditch pitch that split their property from ours. "Accio Nightshade 3!" and my broom came to me almost instantly. It was the fastest and newest broom available- most Aurors carried them. As the wind whipped through my hair as I was flying to the Quidditch pitch, it dawned on me then that I love flying as much as I love *almost* being an Auror. "But after this year," I thought- referring to my last year at the Auror Wizardry Training Academy (AN: I know there is no such thing as this in the books, but I said at the beginning that this fic was different.) "I *will* be an Auror." After flying one lap around the pitch, I simply stopped and hovered, watching Malfoy Manor.
Somebody had been watching me as I flew around the pitch-I assumed it was Draco Malfoy-and was now watching me. I couldn't resist wondering if he knew who I was.
"Miss Callie?" a soft voice asked.
I turned the broom around so I was facing Wendi, one of our house elves-she is free, but since we are kind to her just as we are to the others, she stayed on, as did the other house elves-and I replied, "Yes Wendi?"
"Your parents would like to see you," and with a POP! She disappeared.
"I wonder why they sent for me?" I thought, flying back to my balcony.
I took the stairs two at a time and found my parents. "We were wondering, Callie, If you would mind taking this over to Narcissa and Draco?" my mother asked. She handed me a chocolate pie and a letter of sorts. Just as I was leaving, she said, "Narcissa always loved my pies-but chocolate was her favorite."
"Sure I'll take it for you. Did you want me to come straight home or wait for her reply?" I asked.
"Whatever dear. If she looks too troubled just come straight home, and if not, enjoy yourself," my mother replied.
"OK," I said as I went back up to my room and climbed on my broom again. Before I actually headed over there, I found my eyes wandering to where, assuming it was Draco I'd seen, that I had last seen him. He was gone.
I flew somewhat slowly to Malfoy Manor, not wanting to drop the pie and have to pull a difficult Quidditch stunt to catch it. Almost too soon, however, I found myself standing in front of the somewhat intimidating door. Not five seconds after I knocked did a house elf answer that recognized me immediately. "Oh, Miss Callie! It is good to see you again, it's been so long! Come in, come in. Mistress!" the excited fellow called.
Narcissa came almost as if she'd been waiting for me to come. The elf left immediately and Narcissa practically ran to hug me. "Oh, it's so good to see you! How are your parents?" she exclaimed as she took the pie.
I found myself smiling as she realized the pie was chocolate, "they are fine and send their best regards. They said you both could visit anytime."
Her eyes were bright as she looked from the pie to the letter to me and said, "You were always so good to me, you and your parent's were. And, well, I'm sure you heard all about it last night-but it's so good to be so.so.free!"
I was smiling when she finished, realizing how my mom thought of her as a sister-they were so much alike. But I shook my head, "No, I read about it this morning in The Daily Prophet." She was silent for a moment and it dawned on me that even though she and Draco were both happy, she still couldn't believe it for fear he would come back.
I went over and found a plate. Handing it to her I said, "Fix yourself some pie, I'll send my mother over." She merely nodded and I could tell she was fighting tears, so I left quickly. But not before I summoned one of the house elves and nodded towards the room I'd just come out of and told the elf, "Get Draco." He left instantly and I mounted my broom, flying at full speed to my house.
I got off my broom faster than you can say Quidditch and opening the door, I yelled for my mom. She came almost instantly and asked me, "What is it?" No sooner did I explain the situation than my mother disappeared to the nearest fireplace. In moments she was on her way to Malfoy Manor via Floo Powder to comfort her friend.
Just as I was walking around to find my dad, I remembered he had already left for work. My father is an Auror, so I follow in his footsteps. My mom used to play for the Chudley Cannons, but was forced to stop when a few attempts were made against her life. So for the past three years, my mom has watched me play Quidditch, giving me tips here and there. Every once in a while she will go watch her friends practice, but mostly she and I-and sometimes my father-will go to their games, seeing as how she gets free box tickets. An advantage of having your mother play for the team that won the Quidditch World Cup three consecutive years in a row-and they haven't won since my mother retired.
So, finding nothing else to do, I grabbed my broom and flew back to the pitch. I was so oblivious that it took me a whole lap around the pitch before I realized I wasn't alone. And that that someone was hovering in the middle of the pitch seeming oblivious to everything, staring off into the distance.
So, allowing myself to sit still for a minute, I watched him. And then he slowly turned his head and looked at me. The moment his dark silver- gray eyes locked with my stormy green-blue ones, a shiver ran up my spine. So, I did the polite thing, and smiled. A slow, easy half-smile crept across his face. Then it vanished and his eyes became hard. And it seemed like everything was in slow motion as I watched him pull out his wand and point it at me...
A/N: So what do you all think? Do you like it? I sure hope so, please review and let me know what you think so far. That's as far as I've gotten, so ideas are welcome! Please review!!!! I need feedback here people!