~*AN: What can i say? without having something to work on every day i feel so...bored? yah thats it..
so here it is the sequal to the first story..I give you..actually i haven't thought of a name yet...so we'll see..heres
a small sneak peak of the first chapter!*~
Draco yawned flopping down onto his comfy bed running a hand through his blonde hair, it was a bit longer then he usually had it but he liked it better this way, looking around his room Draco smiled, this is what he always wanted..and now he had it.
It was the Easter Break, the first time Draco had been away from Hogwarts since he saved the Weasley family from the clutches of his evil father. From there his life had turned around for the better, he was still with Ginny and now he was friends with the Weasley's and still liked by the Slytherins. This was a giant mound of luck for Draco because for now things we're going easy.
On Easter Sunday he'd be going to the remodeled Burrow of the Weasley's and have lunch with his girlfriend Virginia, or Ginny as everyone else knew her as. Both of Draco's parents were dead now, but Draco couldn't feel overly bad about that. They'd both betrayed him and though he hated to admit it, no one held hate like a Malfoy. So now he was living with his great aunt Fiona and Uncle Don in their country stone house in England.
This was everything Draco had dreamed of, he absolutely adored it here, there were no sickly Dark Art tools all over the house, no house elves pestering you all the time, and no evil parents and meetings with Death Eaters on what were supposed to be holidays.
His Aunt Fiona was a beautiful blonde woman, whimsical and slightly crazy at times she was the most hated of the Malfoy clan..one of the people burned off the family tree tapestry almost every relation to the Malfoy's had. (Fortunately Fiona didn't have nor want one of these anywhere near her) Uncle Don, her husband loved making brooms, he worked for the company that invented the Firebolt. He had a masculine figure and looked like that sort of man who'd play rugby (AN: I think that's a rather manly sport isn't it?) With brown hair and almost girly blue eyes.
It was a week after the incident at the Malfoy Manor that Dumbledore had sent for Draco to meet him in his office to discuss a few things.
~*Flashback*~
Draco sat in class writing down the reasons for Vampire Beheadings in the 1700's when the bell to go to next class went off, Draco started to gather his things as Professor Binns told Draco to go to Dumbledore's office immediately, he'd be excused from his next class.
Draco raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he went through the school heading towards the hallway with the stone Gryphon that hid the stairs to the Headmasters office. Draco was silently terrified of the trial that was to come for the murder of his father, though the Ministry of Magic had proof that was in definite favor of Draco, he certainly wasn't looking forward to the trial on Christmas day.
"Jumping Jawbreakers.." Draco said as he reached the statue, being a prefect he knew the passwords that constantly changed. The statue swirled up revealing moving stairs, stepping on them Draco was brought up to where Dumbledore lived. Draco knocked quietly on the door stepping inside as it opened.
"Hello Professor.." he said giving the old man a worried smile, he had no idea what to expect from this meeting and wouldn't pretend that he was excited about it.
"Good Afternoon Draco..please sit down.." Dumbledore said smiling up looking over his half moon spectacles. Draco did as he was asked.
"I know your curious to what this is all about.."Dumbledore started.
"Is it that obvious?" Draco laughed quietly. Dumbledore smiled again with a small nod.
"Hmm yes but its nothing to worry about...The ministry is asking me to give legal custody of you to one of several available families of yours..so you can pick from the following.. Either your distant cousins in Canada, who are both in their thirties with a son of the age four, in England with your Great Aunt Fiona and Uncle Don who have a daughter the same age as you who is a witch but private schooled...Or your distant cousins in Ireland..both bartenders to a respectable pub." he finished.
~*Present Time*~
Draco tossed a coin mindlessly up in the air, he hadn't even needed to think about his options, there was no way he was living with some screaming toddler or some heavy accented drunkards in Ireland..this was the best choice no matter who he could be sent to live with.
"Draco stop day dreaming its time I beat your ass in Quidditch come on!" said a girl standing in his doorway. Draco looked up to see his cousin Mandy standing in the door way, she was a pretty girl with long straight brown hair, she had bright blue eyes and the proud posture of someone with great etiquette from many years in boarding schools for witches.
"Careful Mandy keep talking that way and Aunt Fiona may make you balance a cauldron on your head for a week.." he laughed throwing his pillow at her. She laughed throwing it back.
"Come on before it gets to dark to see what we're doing!" she said sliding down the staircase banister and grabbing her broom from a rack on the wall, the rack was full of more impressive brooms then the entire Slytherin Quidditch team had even seen.
Draco smiled for the first time in his life he really felt like he was home.
so here it is the sequal to the first story..I give you..actually i haven't thought of a name yet...so we'll see..heres
a small sneak peak of the first chapter!*~
Draco yawned flopping down onto his comfy bed running a hand through his blonde hair, it was a bit longer then he usually had it but he liked it better this way, looking around his room Draco smiled, this is what he always wanted..and now he had it.
It was the Easter Break, the first time Draco had been away from Hogwarts since he saved the Weasley family from the clutches of his evil father. From there his life had turned around for the better, he was still with Ginny and now he was friends with the Weasley's and still liked by the Slytherins. This was a giant mound of luck for Draco because for now things we're going easy.
On Easter Sunday he'd be going to the remodeled Burrow of the Weasley's and have lunch with his girlfriend Virginia, or Ginny as everyone else knew her as. Both of Draco's parents were dead now, but Draco couldn't feel overly bad about that. They'd both betrayed him and though he hated to admit it, no one held hate like a Malfoy. So now he was living with his great aunt Fiona and Uncle Don in their country stone house in England.
This was everything Draco had dreamed of, he absolutely adored it here, there were no sickly Dark Art tools all over the house, no house elves pestering you all the time, and no evil parents and meetings with Death Eaters on what were supposed to be holidays.
His Aunt Fiona was a beautiful blonde woman, whimsical and slightly crazy at times she was the most hated of the Malfoy clan..one of the people burned off the family tree tapestry almost every relation to the Malfoy's had. (Fortunately Fiona didn't have nor want one of these anywhere near her) Uncle Don, her husband loved making brooms, he worked for the company that invented the Firebolt. He had a masculine figure and looked like that sort of man who'd play rugby (AN: I think that's a rather manly sport isn't it?) With brown hair and almost girly blue eyes.
It was a week after the incident at the Malfoy Manor that Dumbledore had sent for Draco to meet him in his office to discuss a few things.
~*Flashback*~
Draco sat in class writing down the reasons for Vampire Beheadings in the 1700's when the bell to go to next class went off, Draco started to gather his things as Professor Binns told Draco to go to Dumbledore's office immediately, he'd be excused from his next class.
Draco raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he went through the school heading towards the hallway with the stone Gryphon that hid the stairs to the Headmasters office. Draco was silently terrified of the trial that was to come for the murder of his father, though the Ministry of Magic had proof that was in definite favor of Draco, he certainly wasn't looking forward to the trial on Christmas day.
"Jumping Jawbreakers.." Draco said as he reached the statue, being a prefect he knew the passwords that constantly changed. The statue swirled up revealing moving stairs, stepping on them Draco was brought up to where Dumbledore lived. Draco knocked quietly on the door stepping inside as it opened.
"Hello Professor.." he said giving the old man a worried smile, he had no idea what to expect from this meeting and wouldn't pretend that he was excited about it.
"Good Afternoon Draco..please sit down.." Dumbledore said smiling up looking over his half moon spectacles. Draco did as he was asked.
"I know your curious to what this is all about.."Dumbledore started.
"Is it that obvious?" Draco laughed quietly. Dumbledore smiled again with a small nod.
"Hmm yes but its nothing to worry about...The ministry is asking me to give legal custody of you to one of several available families of yours..so you can pick from the following.. Either your distant cousins in Canada, who are both in their thirties with a son of the age four, in England with your Great Aunt Fiona and Uncle Don who have a daughter the same age as you who is a witch but private schooled...Or your distant cousins in Ireland..both bartenders to a respectable pub." he finished.
~*Present Time*~
Draco tossed a coin mindlessly up in the air, he hadn't even needed to think about his options, there was no way he was living with some screaming toddler or some heavy accented drunkards in Ireland..this was the best choice no matter who he could be sent to live with.
"Draco stop day dreaming its time I beat your ass in Quidditch come on!" said a girl standing in his doorway. Draco looked up to see his cousin Mandy standing in the door way, she was a pretty girl with long straight brown hair, she had bright blue eyes and the proud posture of someone with great etiquette from many years in boarding schools for witches.
"Careful Mandy keep talking that way and Aunt Fiona may make you balance a cauldron on your head for a week.." he laughed throwing his pillow at her. She laughed throwing it back.
"Come on before it gets to dark to see what we're doing!" she said sliding down the staircase banister and grabbing her broom from a rack on the wall, the rack was full of more impressive brooms then the entire Slytherin Quidditch team had even seen.
Draco smiled for the first time in his life he really felt like he was home.