Harry Potter and the Hooded Darkness
Harry Potter, …famous Harry Potter. Who cares about him anyway?
Draco Malfoy, deep in his own thoughts, was walking along Knockturn Alley with his father. They were trying to sell some poisons that would get them in trouble if the ministry came calling.
Draco's eyes snapped up at the sight of a hooded man walking hunched over, with his eyes to the ground, much like what Draco had looked like. The man was tall, perhaps six feet tall, about as tall as Draco's dad. The hooded man, or creature, walked into a store selling Dark Magic instruments and potions.
Well, tomorrow I go to Hogwarts again, probably to be horribly embarrassed by Potter for another year. Why did he have to be in the same year as me?
It was Draco's seventh year at Hogwarts. Every year, Voldemort or some other great evil force faced Harry Potter, and every year, by some luck, he had defeated them, all of them. Lucius Malfoy was not very pleased with this. Many of his friends had been killed, especially last year, when the Dark Force, Voldemort's attempt of an army, had stormed the castle, hoping to kill Potter. None of the Hogwarts students and staff had died because of a spell Dumbledore put over them so none of the Dark Magic could harm them. The Dark Force, however, lost almost all of Voldemort's followers, while Voldemort himself hadn't even participated in the fight. His explanation was he was still too weak.
Yeah right. Draco thought. He probably was scared of Potter.
"Come on Draco, move it, I have to get home before dark or your mother will have my head." Lucius shouted from about ten feet ahead.
"Okay, alright, I'm hurrying."
Draco and Lucius got home half an hour before dinner.
Great just in time to set the table and do all of my stupid chores.
"What are we having? It better not be chicken. I hate chicken." Lucius stated from down the hall.
"Dad, I'm not eating. I'm going to my room to pack."
"Good, then I don't have to listen to you while eating."
Draco went up the lavish marble staircase to his room, the fourth door on the right.
Might as well get packing. Now, where did I put my broomstick from when I snuck out last night?
The truth was that Draco had been sneaking out a lot lately to escape from the confinement of this mansion. He didn't like it at all there. Every day he had been abused. Not by hitting though, by words. He didn't think his Dad and mother meant to hurt him like they did, but the thing was it did hurt. Although he would never show it, Draco was taught not to show his real feelings as it was a sign of weakness and his family did not stand for weakness. In fact, he had never seen either one of his parent cry.
After packing all of his Hogwarts stuff, he lay on his bed, and fell into a deep sleep very quickly. This was another way of escaping.
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The next morning, Draco got up at seven am. He didn't have to get up until eight but he was too nervous to care. After an hours pacing and trying to remember anything he had forgotten, his parents woke up.
" Are you ready yet you slug?"
"Yeah Dad, all set."
"Well? If your ready why aren't you by the fireplace? Hurry up!"
Draco was already headed towards the fireplace when his dad has said this. He didn't say anything though, because he didn't want to fight with his parents, it made him depressed.
Once his father had remembered where they were going, they threw in the flew powder and said "King's Cross Station, Platform 9 and 3/4.
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A/N: I know this part sorta sucks, but the next part will be much better, I promise! This is just setting up the story. Also I own none of these characters :::boo hoo:::: JKR does and all that stuff.