Never Forget
Draco was sitting by the fire of his winter cabin at the ripe old age of 75. He was no longer the lean, mean, quiditch-playing machine that every body knew and loved. His baby soft silver blond hair was now entirely silver and was starting to bald. His height still remained the impressive 6'2, but all that quiditch muscle was gone leaving him skinny and bonny with a little bit of flab, but Draco Malfoy would never be tired.
Anyways, he was reflecting to himself about the past when he heard excited chatter outside. Heaving himself up, he made his way to the door and opened it just in time to see his granddaughter Rose waving to her parents as they rode away in their snowmobile. She looked like a pink, blue, and yellow puffball, but as she turned around her green silver eyes were the brightest of them all.
"Grandpa!" she squealed in her four-year-old voice as he took her up in his arms and, while tickling her, carried her over to the rocking chair by the fire.
"How's Grandpa's favorite granddaughter?" He asked as she peeled off about three layers of clothing.
"Grandpa, I'm your only granddaughter! But I'm fine, since you ask" She said with that trademark grin that had been passed down in the Malfoy family since...who knows when!
"You clever Witch!" He teased her as he helped her get out of her sweatshirt, leaving it on a heap with the rest of her clothes except for her jeans and white turtleneck.
"Look! Look! It's brand new! Put your finger on my shirt! Isn't it cool?" She inquired about her new shirt. There was a broom with a blond haired man and a brown haired girl that flew, on the shirt, to wherever you put your finger. His bright smile faltered when he saw that, but put a happy face back on, just to entertain his granddaughter. But she had a keen eye and saw that falter.
"What's wrong Papa?" She always called him that when he needed to be cheered up, "Is something wrong? I'll change my shirt if you want me to..."
"No, no. There's nothing wrong, it just...reminded me of...something, that's all." He said as she hopped off the chair to change her shirt.
"Papa, you know that you can tell me about it"
"Well, it's kind of a long story..."
"Grandpa, I'm going to be here for two weeks! I think we'll have enough time." She told him with a knowing glance.
He chuckled, "All right if you insist. It all started a long time ago when I was Head Boy a Hogwarts."
"You were Head Boy?" She asked, her eyes wide as she sat herself down, comfortably on his lap.
"Oh yes, that was when it all began..."
Draco was sitting by the fire of his winter cabin at the ripe old age of 75. He was no longer the lean, mean, quiditch-playing machine that every body knew and loved. His baby soft silver blond hair was now entirely silver and was starting to bald. His height still remained the impressive 6'2, but all that quiditch muscle was gone leaving him skinny and bonny with a little bit of flab, but Draco Malfoy would never be tired.
Anyways, he was reflecting to himself about the past when he heard excited chatter outside. Heaving himself up, he made his way to the door and opened it just in time to see his granddaughter Rose waving to her parents as they rode away in their snowmobile. She looked like a pink, blue, and yellow puffball, but as she turned around her green silver eyes were the brightest of them all.
"Grandpa!" she squealed in her four-year-old voice as he took her up in his arms and, while tickling her, carried her over to the rocking chair by the fire.
"How's Grandpa's favorite granddaughter?" He asked as she peeled off about three layers of clothing.
"Grandpa, I'm your only granddaughter! But I'm fine, since you ask" She said with that trademark grin that had been passed down in the Malfoy family since...who knows when!
"You clever Witch!" He teased her as he helped her get out of her sweatshirt, leaving it on a heap with the rest of her clothes except for her jeans and white turtleneck.
"Look! Look! It's brand new! Put your finger on my shirt! Isn't it cool?" She inquired about her new shirt. There was a broom with a blond haired man and a brown haired girl that flew, on the shirt, to wherever you put your finger. His bright smile faltered when he saw that, but put a happy face back on, just to entertain his granddaughter. But she had a keen eye and saw that falter.
"What's wrong Papa?" She always called him that when he needed to be cheered up, "Is something wrong? I'll change my shirt if you want me to..."
"No, no. There's nothing wrong, it just...reminded me of...something, that's all." He said as she hopped off the chair to change her shirt.
"Papa, you know that you can tell me about it"
"Well, it's kind of a long story..."
"Grandpa, I'm going to be here for two weeks! I think we'll have enough time." She told him with a knowing glance.
He chuckled, "All right if you insist. It all started a long time ago when I was Head Boy a Hogwarts."
"You were Head Boy?" She asked, her eyes wide as she sat herself down, comfortably on his lap.
"Oh yes, that was when it all began..."