Disclaimer: Characters are not mine. I just play with them. I don't get any
money from this. I'm only having fun and trying to practice my written
English.
Authors Note: This is my first fan fiction in English, which isn't my native language so I ask your forgiveness to my errors. If you are interested to help me with this and beta read next chapters I would be thrilled. Story will have three parts and it focuses to Draco. First part: Malfoy's heir, will tell about Draco's school years, second will happen few years after school and last one about twenty years later and will have also next generation aspects. I try to add new chapters once a week but can't surely promise that. First part will probably have about 10 to 15 chapters. Please review.
AN 2: Ops! I just noticed that I had somehow lost half from my first chapter. Here it is in whole.
Tale of the Great Ferret, Part One
Malfoy's Heir
Chapter 1
Draco didn't recover consciousness until at Malfoy Manor. Then he wake up he found himself totally recovered from hex injuries and laying in his own bed. He was furious that he had been so badly humiliated and that his mother has had to see him like that. He knew that father's imprisonment had been tough strike to his mother and didn't want to cause any more concern. After all, she wasn't the most strongest and balanced person. Sighing Draco left his room and started to look for her.
Narcissa Malfoy sat in the library and tried to find out what to do to all those little everyday things her husband had always took care of. Afternoon she had collected their unconscious and badly hexed son from a platform 9 ½ and she hadn't got any idea what to do to situation now. Narcissa could still remember time then she was not this confused and helpless but it was impossible to drop off the fog that clouded her brains. Once she was the Head Girl in Hogwarts. Beautiful and intelligent young pure blood girl called Cissa Black. After that she married Lucius Malfoy and slowly she lost control of herself and now she had to admit there were very little left from that girl. Unfortunately now she had also lost her husband who had took care of everything all those long years. Narcissa had focused to her social life and last years more and more to alcohol, drugs and some exotic potions that made her feel little better. Now she had to collect all strength she had left to help her son. She had to make him understand their new position.
Draco found his mother from the library where she sat and stared into space. She had some papers in her hands but she didn't pay much attention to them. Draco knocked lightly to the doorframe to get her attention. She looked up and slightly smiled to her son and Draco walked in and sat down from his mother's wave.
"I'm sure you had heard about your father's imprisonment?" Narcissa asked.
"Yes Mother, I got your owl." Draco answered unsure to what his mother was aiming at. Of course he knew about his father's imprisonment, whole world knew it. There had been nothing else in Daily Prophet's front page in whole week.
"You probably also understand that this will change some things in our lives?" Narcissa continued.
"Yes, I understand, Mother. Have you something specific in mind?" Draco was little alarmed.
"Yes, my dear, in fact I have. First you have to understand that you no longer have your father to protect you. Now his reputation is more disadvantage than advantage. You can't pull same kind of stunts as you had before. Your behaviour earlier today in train was stupid. You don't afford that kind of behaviour anymore." Narcissa observed her son's face to see if he got the message. His face was blank as it often was. His father had taught him well. So Narcissa continued.
"Second, now then your father is gone, you have to be the head of Malfoy. You have to take care of Malfoy's reputation, possession and responsibilities. You have been taught to that but you are still very young and the times are difficult. Even if your father manages to escape his reputation is spoiled and he can't come back and take his position as chief of Malfoy." Draco looked little taken back but he was definitely listening. Good, Narcissa thought, it was nowadays quite seldom that her son really listened to her.
"Third thing is that our Lord is not pleased with your father's performance and I'm afraid that it can also cause us some problems. It can also mean that Dark Lord won't help your father to escape." Narcissa finished.
Draco was very surprised about his mother's speech. Draco loved his mother dearly but he didn't respect her very much. He had always thought that she was little foolish and was only interested about clothes and social events. He also understood that his mother make great sense just now. He had only thought that everything was going to be all right then his father would escape but now he understood that it wouldn't solve their problems.
Draco considered his options when he realized that his mother was slowly collapsing. She had apparently collected all she had to make the speech to him and now she had nothing left. Draco knew well what would help and got some unconcern potion (highly addictive and not good to your wit, but it made all problems vanish for the moment) from drink cupboard. She drank it eagerly and Draco realized that he would be alone with their new problems.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Few weeks after Draco's homecoming went quietly. Manor was like dead. Usually owls flew in and out and also people came and went. Now everything was silent. Narcissa and Draco weren't profitable acquaintances anymore. Their only guests were ministry's Aurors who raided a Manor frequently and tried to intimidate Narcissa and Draco. Draco didn't understand what they thought they would find. Every single illegal article they still owned was safely hid to places where aurors would never find them.
One afternoon things changed. The House elf who had opened the door ran to hiding in the kitchen frightened out of his wits and left the door open hooded Death Eaters to come. Narcissa plucked up all her courage and went to welcome these uninvited guests. Their leader announced that they had come to capture Draco. Narcissa tried to give some lame excuses but then she look at Death Eaters and she lost her nerve and stepped aside. Draco knew better than to fight back.
Death Eaters lead him outside and they travelled to some old castle ruins with portkey. Voldemort was waiting them.
"It's a joy to see you, young Malfoy. I'm pleased that you followed my invitation." Voldemort mocked.
Draco understood immediately that his things were not good. He thought fast how to handle scaring situation. Finally he thought that he could probably do nothing to help his situation so he chose to behave as he had thought a Malfoy to behave in this kind of situations. He gave Dark Lord a mocking bow and answered with his best presentable manner.
"Pleasure is all mine, My Lord."
Voldemort looked little amused by boy's stamina. "You clearly are your fathers son and especially your grandfathers grandson." He said. "Unfortunately I have had some troubles with your father. He has followed my wishes long time but I'm afraid he has never sacrificed anything with personal significance to our cause. I have to tell you that I appreciate personal sacrifices from my servants greatly. It's good way to weigh their commitment."
"I'm really sorry to disappoint you but I'm certainly not the best sacrificial lamb if you want to weigh my father's loyalty. Our relationship is not the most warmest father son relationship there is." Draco answered.
"Don't be ridiculous. You know very well that even if your father would hate you as a person you would still be his most valuable property. The Malfoy Heir is the most important thing to every Malfoy Lord, always had. I have never had doubts about your fathers faith to our cause but I'm afraid that he still places his responsibilities as a Malfoy Lord higher than as a Death Eater." Voldemort snarled.
Draco couldn't come up any smart to say so he only bowed slightly and said, "As you say, My Lord."
"It's always nice to see that high-class manners still exist but I can assure you that I will lop off that aristocratic cockiness from you. When your father sees you next time his heir has gone throw some serious changes and attitude adjustment and then he will really understand what it means to sacrifice all to his Master." Voldemort smiled cruelly.
"All the other captured Death Eaters are going to be released from Azkaban tonight but Lucius shall stay and think there his loyalty lays."
Draco didn't say anything. He only watched Voldemort and tried to hide his fear. He still suspected that he wasn't doing so great job in that.
Voldemort smirked and said, "And now it's time for your first lesson, come with me my dear boy."
Draco was quite sure his worst nightmare was going to start.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Next morning Draco laid in the bed and tried not move an inch. Every movement hurt so much he was sure he would die to bare pain. Voldemort had really given a lesson. Draco was accustomed to hard and painful lessons but this was so much worse than anything his father had put him through. He didn't even want to remember how many times he had been beaten and cursed and how many ways raped. All he knew was that this really was a hell and he wasn't sure if even he had deserved this.
He very well knew that his situation was utterly hopeless. His father was in no position to help him, his mother was completely useless and no one else gave a damn. Draco was furious to his father whose fault his situation was. His obsession to the Dark Lord was the reason Draco now laid in bed in some unknown place in severe pain. Sometimes Draco even agreed with his late grandfather who had considered Lucius weak and un-Malfoyish because a true Malfoy never serves or worships anyone and Lucius wasn't even Dark Lord's servant but more as his slave.
Draco decided that he would act like a true Malfoy would and not to let Voldemort make him beg mercy or worship him blindly. Voldemort could kill him and he could do nothing to it but he could choose how he would die and he would choose to go with his head held high, as Malfoy should.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Draco's decision was tough to keep in next weeks and months. He was really going through the hell as Voldemort tortured him and kept him as his personal toy. Even if Draco could maintain some pride and will he had to yield to some degree. He learned that sarcasm or direct refusal was punished cruelly and that his body couldn't take more than it's share and that even healing spells and potions had their limits. Not that he was allowed to heal very often. Voldemort kept him alive but that was it. Draco even deliberated how long he would keep his sane in this never-ending agony.
He was afraid not only because of himself but whole world because he had realized that his capturer wasn't in his sane. Voldemort was utterly insane. He was intelligent, cunning and great but he had lost his sense long time ago. Even if he would win he would not stand long. His servants would destroy his kingdom in no time but before that the whole Wizarding World as it was now known would be vanished. It wasn't anymore the political dispute it had begun and to which his father had joined.
As much Draco despised other side and it's naivety he had to agree in one point. Voldemort should be stopped. Not because some war between black and white or evil and good, Draco didn't believe to evil or good, he knew that everything was more or less grey, definitely not because of some mudbloods or muggles but because of surviving of the wizards.
Malfoys were the oldest aristocracy. From time then power in the wizarding world was in few hands, few families. Long time wizarding world was ruled by oligarchy where few selected families shared the power and most of possessions. And of course Malfoy's were in core of oligarchy. In time being the oligarchy lost more and more of its power. Muggleborns increase the number of wizards and introduced wizarding world to some new muggle inventions like democracy. Ministry was founded to carry out this aspirations and soon old families and their loyal vassals were outnumbered by mudbloods and wizarding trash that wanted better positions and aristocracy's holdings.
Since that there was continuous dispute between old families and ministry. Political power was more and more ministries but the economical power was still aristocracies'. Truth to be told so was many ways the magical power. Vast majority of the wizards and witches barely manage to use some easy everyday spells. Everything more advanced was rare.
Battle between ministry and aristocracy was slowly inclined to ministry and Voldemort had seemed as perfect weapon to change that. That was why most of the old families had first supported Voldemort. For example Lucius Malfoy and many others has lead their old and loyal vassals to Voldemorts troops. Draco was afraid that by now most of them were loyal to Voldemort and not to their ancient masters and allies. Voldemort had got out of their hands and now it was time to stop him. Even if it demanded cooperation with mudbloods, muggle-lovers and ministry. Of course there was also personal revenge. Nobody messed with Malfoy without punishment. So Draco was ready to whatever means to destroy Voldemort. Only problem was that he was captured, totally controlled by Voldemort and slowly tortured to death or insanity and he had no way to destroy Dark Lord.
Authors Note: This is my first fan fiction in English, which isn't my native language so I ask your forgiveness to my errors. If you are interested to help me with this and beta read next chapters I would be thrilled. Story will have three parts and it focuses to Draco. First part: Malfoy's heir, will tell about Draco's school years, second will happen few years after school and last one about twenty years later and will have also next generation aspects. I try to add new chapters once a week but can't surely promise that. First part will probably have about 10 to 15 chapters. Please review.
AN 2: Ops! I just noticed that I had somehow lost half from my first chapter. Here it is in whole.
Tale of the Great Ferret, Part One
Malfoy's Heir
Chapter 1
Draco didn't recover consciousness until at Malfoy Manor. Then he wake up he found himself totally recovered from hex injuries and laying in his own bed. He was furious that he had been so badly humiliated and that his mother has had to see him like that. He knew that father's imprisonment had been tough strike to his mother and didn't want to cause any more concern. After all, she wasn't the most strongest and balanced person. Sighing Draco left his room and started to look for her.
Narcissa Malfoy sat in the library and tried to find out what to do to all those little everyday things her husband had always took care of. Afternoon she had collected their unconscious and badly hexed son from a platform 9 ½ and she hadn't got any idea what to do to situation now. Narcissa could still remember time then she was not this confused and helpless but it was impossible to drop off the fog that clouded her brains. Once she was the Head Girl in Hogwarts. Beautiful and intelligent young pure blood girl called Cissa Black. After that she married Lucius Malfoy and slowly she lost control of herself and now she had to admit there were very little left from that girl. Unfortunately now she had also lost her husband who had took care of everything all those long years. Narcissa had focused to her social life and last years more and more to alcohol, drugs and some exotic potions that made her feel little better. Now she had to collect all strength she had left to help her son. She had to make him understand their new position.
Draco found his mother from the library where she sat and stared into space. She had some papers in her hands but she didn't pay much attention to them. Draco knocked lightly to the doorframe to get her attention. She looked up and slightly smiled to her son and Draco walked in and sat down from his mother's wave.
"I'm sure you had heard about your father's imprisonment?" Narcissa asked.
"Yes Mother, I got your owl." Draco answered unsure to what his mother was aiming at. Of course he knew about his father's imprisonment, whole world knew it. There had been nothing else in Daily Prophet's front page in whole week.
"You probably also understand that this will change some things in our lives?" Narcissa continued.
"Yes, I understand, Mother. Have you something specific in mind?" Draco was little alarmed.
"Yes, my dear, in fact I have. First you have to understand that you no longer have your father to protect you. Now his reputation is more disadvantage than advantage. You can't pull same kind of stunts as you had before. Your behaviour earlier today in train was stupid. You don't afford that kind of behaviour anymore." Narcissa observed her son's face to see if he got the message. His face was blank as it often was. His father had taught him well. So Narcissa continued.
"Second, now then your father is gone, you have to be the head of Malfoy. You have to take care of Malfoy's reputation, possession and responsibilities. You have been taught to that but you are still very young and the times are difficult. Even if your father manages to escape his reputation is spoiled and he can't come back and take his position as chief of Malfoy." Draco looked little taken back but he was definitely listening. Good, Narcissa thought, it was nowadays quite seldom that her son really listened to her.
"Third thing is that our Lord is not pleased with your father's performance and I'm afraid that it can also cause us some problems. It can also mean that Dark Lord won't help your father to escape." Narcissa finished.
Draco was very surprised about his mother's speech. Draco loved his mother dearly but he didn't respect her very much. He had always thought that she was little foolish and was only interested about clothes and social events. He also understood that his mother make great sense just now. He had only thought that everything was going to be all right then his father would escape but now he understood that it wouldn't solve their problems.
Draco considered his options when he realized that his mother was slowly collapsing. She had apparently collected all she had to make the speech to him and now she had nothing left. Draco knew well what would help and got some unconcern potion (highly addictive and not good to your wit, but it made all problems vanish for the moment) from drink cupboard. She drank it eagerly and Draco realized that he would be alone with their new problems.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Few weeks after Draco's homecoming went quietly. Manor was like dead. Usually owls flew in and out and also people came and went. Now everything was silent. Narcissa and Draco weren't profitable acquaintances anymore. Their only guests were ministry's Aurors who raided a Manor frequently and tried to intimidate Narcissa and Draco. Draco didn't understand what they thought they would find. Every single illegal article they still owned was safely hid to places where aurors would never find them.
One afternoon things changed. The House elf who had opened the door ran to hiding in the kitchen frightened out of his wits and left the door open hooded Death Eaters to come. Narcissa plucked up all her courage and went to welcome these uninvited guests. Their leader announced that they had come to capture Draco. Narcissa tried to give some lame excuses but then she look at Death Eaters and she lost her nerve and stepped aside. Draco knew better than to fight back.
Death Eaters lead him outside and they travelled to some old castle ruins with portkey. Voldemort was waiting them.
"It's a joy to see you, young Malfoy. I'm pleased that you followed my invitation." Voldemort mocked.
Draco understood immediately that his things were not good. He thought fast how to handle scaring situation. Finally he thought that he could probably do nothing to help his situation so he chose to behave as he had thought a Malfoy to behave in this kind of situations. He gave Dark Lord a mocking bow and answered with his best presentable manner.
"Pleasure is all mine, My Lord."
Voldemort looked little amused by boy's stamina. "You clearly are your fathers son and especially your grandfathers grandson." He said. "Unfortunately I have had some troubles with your father. He has followed my wishes long time but I'm afraid he has never sacrificed anything with personal significance to our cause. I have to tell you that I appreciate personal sacrifices from my servants greatly. It's good way to weigh their commitment."
"I'm really sorry to disappoint you but I'm certainly not the best sacrificial lamb if you want to weigh my father's loyalty. Our relationship is not the most warmest father son relationship there is." Draco answered.
"Don't be ridiculous. You know very well that even if your father would hate you as a person you would still be his most valuable property. The Malfoy Heir is the most important thing to every Malfoy Lord, always had. I have never had doubts about your fathers faith to our cause but I'm afraid that he still places his responsibilities as a Malfoy Lord higher than as a Death Eater." Voldemort snarled.
Draco couldn't come up any smart to say so he only bowed slightly and said, "As you say, My Lord."
"It's always nice to see that high-class manners still exist but I can assure you that I will lop off that aristocratic cockiness from you. When your father sees you next time his heir has gone throw some serious changes and attitude adjustment and then he will really understand what it means to sacrifice all to his Master." Voldemort smiled cruelly.
"All the other captured Death Eaters are going to be released from Azkaban tonight but Lucius shall stay and think there his loyalty lays."
Draco didn't say anything. He only watched Voldemort and tried to hide his fear. He still suspected that he wasn't doing so great job in that.
Voldemort smirked and said, "And now it's time for your first lesson, come with me my dear boy."
Draco was quite sure his worst nightmare was going to start.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Next morning Draco laid in the bed and tried not move an inch. Every movement hurt so much he was sure he would die to bare pain. Voldemort had really given a lesson. Draco was accustomed to hard and painful lessons but this was so much worse than anything his father had put him through. He didn't even want to remember how many times he had been beaten and cursed and how many ways raped. All he knew was that this really was a hell and he wasn't sure if even he had deserved this.
He very well knew that his situation was utterly hopeless. His father was in no position to help him, his mother was completely useless and no one else gave a damn. Draco was furious to his father whose fault his situation was. His obsession to the Dark Lord was the reason Draco now laid in bed in some unknown place in severe pain. Sometimes Draco even agreed with his late grandfather who had considered Lucius weak and un-Malfoyish because a true Malfoy never serves or worships anyone and Lucius wasn't even Dark Lord's servant but more as his slave.
Draco decided that he would act like a true Malfoy would and not to let Voldemort make him beg mercy or worship him blindly. Voldemort could kill him and he could do nothing to it but he could choose how he would die and he would choose to go with his head held high, as Malfoy should.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Draco's decision was tough to keep in next weeks and months. He was really going through the hell as Voldemort tortured him and kept him as his personal toy. Even if Draco could maintain some pride and will he had to yield to some degree. He learned that sarcasm or direct refusal was punished cruelly and that his body couldn't take more than it's share and that even healing spells and potions had their limits. Not that he was allowed to heal very often. Voldemort kept him alive but that was it. Draco even deliberated how long he would keep his sane in this never-ending agony.
He was afraid not only because of himself but whole world because he had realized that his capturer wasn't in his sane. Voldemort was utterly insane. He was intelligent, cunning and great but he had lost his sense long time ago. Even if he would win he would not stand long. His servants would destroy his kingdom in no time but before that the whole Wizarding World as it was now known would be vanished. It wasn't anymore the political dispute it had begun and to which his father had joined.
As much Draco despised other side and it's naivety he had to agree in one point. Voldemort should be stopped. Not because some war between black and white or evil and good, Draco didn't believe to evil or good, he knew that everything was more or less grey, definitely not because of some mudbloods or muggles but because of surviving of the wizards.
Malfoys were the oldest aristocracy. From time then power in the wizarding world was in few hands, few families. Long time wizarding world was ruled by oligarchy where few selected families shared the power and most of possessions. And of course Malfoy's were in core of oligarchy. In time being the oligarchy lost more and more of its power. Muggleborns increase the number of wizards and introduced wizarding world to some new muggle inventions like democracy. Ministry was founded to carry out this aspirations and soon old families and their loyal vassals were outnumbered by mudbloods and wizarding trash that wanted better positions and aristocracy's holdings.
Since that there was continuous dispute between old families and ministry. Political power was more and more ministries but the economical power was still aristocracies'. Truth to be told so was many ways the magical power. Vast majority of the wizards and witches barely manage to use some easy everyday spells. Everything more advanced was rare.
Battle between ministry and aristocracy was slowly inclined to ministry and Voldemort had seemed as perfect weapon to change that. That was why most of the old families had first supported Voldemort. For example Lucius Malfoy and many others has lead their old and loyal vassals to Voldemorts troops. Draco was afraid that by now most of them were loyal to Voldemort and not to their ancient masters and allies. Voldemort had got out of their hands and now it was time to stop him. Even if it demanded cooperation with mudbloods, muggle-lovers and ministry. Of course there was also personal revenge. Nobody messed with Malfoy without punishment. So Draco was ready to whatever means to destroy Voldemort. Only problem was that he was captured, totally controlled by Voldemort and slowly tortured to death or insanity and he had no way to destroy Dark Lord.