A Haunting Nightmare
Prologue
A chat with father
"What have I told you about talking to MUGGLES like they're people?!" Lucius roared as he stormed up the stairs and pushed open his son's bedroom door.
His father's yells combined with the noise of the door slamming into the marble wall woke 14-year-old Draco Malfoy.
"Well?! Answer me boy!"
"I-I. um." Draco frantically searched his mind for anything he could have done to anger his father.
"Don't stutter! Why did you talk to that damned muggle like she was one of us?!"
The boy's eyes grew. How could his father possibly know about that? He had been in Rome that whole week! "I didn't father! Honest!"
Lucius was only angered by his son's response. "Don't lie to me boy!"
Draco threw his blue angora blanket off and stood, looking up at his enraged father. "I'm not lying!"
Lucius glared at his son and backhanded him as hard as he could across the face making his fall to the floor. "Never lie to me again boy!"
"I'm s-sorry father." The boy sobbed from the floor, holding the left side off his face.
The elder Malfoy pulled his wand from his pocket and directed it at his son. "This will make you sorry!" He took a breath and yelled, "CRUCIO!"
Draco's screams of pain echoed throughout the manor for a few moments before Lucius decided to release his son from the torturous curse.
"You may return to bed now, Draco." Lucius said as he exited the room, his cloak swishing behind him.
---
Draco remained lying on the floor shaking with the remnants of the pain left by the curse. Never before had the curse stayed on him so long.
It was hours before he could finally leave the floor and hobble onto his bed.
---
As the wee hours of the morning passed, horrid images of death and despair filled his dreams. In one of them a favorite aunt of his commited suicide.
He was woken with a start at 5:03 covered in a cold sweat and shaking.
A house elf stood at the foot of his bed.
"Master Draco?"
"What?"
"There is been a accident." The elf mummbled
"An accident?" Draco bolted up. "What sort of accident?"
"Your aunt Serene is being dead by this accident."
The boy's eyes grew large. "What happened?"
"She. is killed. herself, master Draco."
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A/n: Tell me what you think. Um. it is the prologue to a story that I wrote 2 years ago that select few would know as "Draco the convict." But this will be a better version than that as I've proved by writing a prologue to give some background information.
Don't worry. It will make more sense later.
"What have I told you about talking to MUGGLES like they're people?!" Lucius roared as he stormed up the stairs and pushed open his son's bedroom door.
His father's yells combined with the noise of the door slamming into the marble wall woke 14-year-old Draco Malfoy.
"Well?! Answer me boy!"
"I-I. um." Draco frantically searched his mind for anything he could have done to anger his father.
"Don't stutter! Why did you talk to that damned muggle like she was one of us?!"
The boy's eyes grew. How could his father possibly know about that? He had been in Rome that whole week! "I didn't father! Honest!"
Lucius was only angered by his son's response. "Don't lie to me boy!"
Draco threw his blue angora blanket off and stood, looking up at his enraged father. "I'm not lying!"
Lucius glared at his son and backhanded him as hard as he could across the face making his fall to the floor. "Never lie to me again boy!"
"I'm s-sorry father." The boy sobbed from the floor, holding the left side off his face.
The elder Malfoy pulled his wand from his pocket and directed it at his son. "This will make you sorry!" He took a breath and yelled, "CRUCIO!"
Draco's screams of pain echoed throughout the manor for a few moments before Lucius decided to release his son from the torturous curse.
"You may return to bed now, Draco." Lucius said as he exited the room, his cloak swishing behind him.
---
Draco remained lying on the floor shaking with the remnants of the pain left by the curse. Never before had the curse stayed on him so long.
It was hours before he could finally leave the floor and hobble onto his bed.
---
As the wee hours of the morning passed, horrid images of death and despair filled his dreams. In one of them a favorite aunt of his commited suicide.
He was woken with a start at 5:03 covered in a cold sweat and shaking.
A house elf stood at the foot of his bed.
"Master Draco?"
"What?"
"There is been a accident." The elf mummbled
"An accident?" Draco bolted up. "What sort of accident?"
"Your aunt Serene is being dead by this accident."
The boy's eyes grew large. "What happened?"
"She. is killed. herself, master Draco."
---
A/n: Tell me what you think. Um. it is the prologue to a story that I wrote 2 years ago that select few would know as "Draco the convict." But this will be a better version than that as I've proved by writing a prologue to give some background information.
Don't worry. It will make more sense later.