Disclaimer: I do not own any of the charactors-they are all JK Rowling's.
*A/N: I didn't want to give too much away in the first part, so part 1 is pretty short, but I am done with part 2 and will soon put up part 2 IF you guys like part 1. Enjoy this BAD storyJ:
As he walked down the long spiral staircase of his home mansion, he couldn't help but hear the screams of his mother, the only of his parents who cared for him in the least bit. He closed his eyes and sat down twords the bottom of the staircase. He heard one last scream of pain.
Ever since Lucius had lost his job at the Ministry because he had been turned by his wife, Narcissa he had held a huge grudge against her. The rsut of her turning him in:he was convicted of being a Death Eater. Ever since the conviction, he had been extremely violent. He was very lucky that he had not been put in Azkaban, like the others. The only reason why he was not rotting in a cell right now was for the fact that he was rich, and because he "knew important people".
But now Lucius was out of a job and was taking it out on his wife. This had been going on ever since two long monthes ago, when Lucius was convicted. He had to pay a huge fine but That was the only penalty he got. But he hadn't forgivin his wife.
Draco was still sitting at the top of the cold staircase. He could only imagin what has just happened between his two parents. He thoght his father was only angry, not that he really had any intentions to really hurt Narcissa. But when Draco opened his eyes, he knew he had been wrong. He saw his father carying his mother outside into the warm summer air. She was not moving nor, as Draco reckoned, breathing.
Once his father had clearly left the house, he ran down the stairs and peered outside. He heard a crackling noise coming from somewhere around the huge estate. He quickly grabbed his shoes, put them on, and tip-toed out the door.
He slowly began to walk around the outside of the house. Draco suddenly felt very warm. Hot, even. He stopped short when he saw huge flames shooting up from the warm ground. Then he saw his father standing in front of the fire. His mother was no where in sight.
*A/N: I didn't want to give too much away in the first part, so part 1 is pretty short, but I am done with part 2 and will soon put up part 2 IF you guys like part 1. Enjoy this BAD storyJ:
As he walked down the long spiral staircase of his home mansion, he couldn't help but hear the screams of his mother, the only of his parents who cared for him in the least bit. He closed his eyes and sat down twords the bottom of the staircase. He heard one last scream of pain.
Ever since Lucius had lost his job at the Ministry because he had been turned by his wife, Narcissa he had held a huge grudge against her. The rsut of her turning him in:he was convicted of being a Death Eater. Ever since the conviction, he had been extremely violent. He was very lucky that he had not been put in Azkaban, like the others. The only reason why he was not rotting in a cell right now was for the fact that he was rich, and because he "knew important people".
But now Lucius was out of a job and was taking it out on his wife. This had been going on ever since two long monthes ago, when Lucius was convicted. He had to pay a huge fine but That was the only penalty he got. But he hadn't forgivin his wife.
Draco was still sitting at the top of the cold staircase. He could only imagin what has just happened between his two parents. He thoght his father was only angry, not that he really had any intentions to really hurt Narcissa. But when Draco opened his eyes, he knew he had been wrong. He saw his father carying his mother outside into the warm summer air. She was not moving nor, as Draco reckoned, breathing.
Once his father had clearly left the house, he ran down the stairs and peered outside. He heard a crackling noise coming from somewhere around the huge estate. He quickly grabbed his shoes, put them on, and tip-toed out the door.
He slowly began to walk around the outside of the house. Draco suddenly felt very warm. Hot, even. He stopped short when he saw huge flames shooting up from the warm ground. Then he saw his father standing in front of the fire. His mother was no where in sight.