"Thank you so much, we really appreciate you letting us stay here" My mother said, tears strolling down her cheeks.
"It's okay really," Molly Weasley said, pulling my mother into a big hug, and by big I mean Mrs. Weasley.
"Say thank you, Draco." My mother said looking at me.
I looked at her, shocked. I didn't want to be here, but I guess we don't really have a choice since Father was put in Azkaban, Wizarding Prison. We are-were very wealthy before the Ministry took all of our property as punishment, since I was technically still underage. Besides, we were forced to do His bidding- by Him and my father, and the jury was very sympathetic once they heard- and saw through our memories- what it was like to live with him.
"That's all right, Narcissa." Mrs. Weasley said, pulling away from Mother. "I suppose it has been a long journey you'll want to rest. Excuse us if we seem a bit down, after Fr-" She sobbed loudly and clutched her heart "After Fred died in the war, we have all been a bit gloomy."
"I understand, Molly. To lose a child, I can't even imagine..." My mother's voice cracked, and I felt her hand run down my back. "It's horrible."
"Yes. George moved out, he couldn't stand to stay in their room, so that's where you will be sleeping for now." Molly said quietly.
We followed her through a shabby living room with a mangy looking cat dozing in a chair. His fur was grey and had patches missing. He raised his head and yawned at me. Disgusting old stray.
"That is Charlie's cat Wizzenbee" Mrs. Weasley said, gesturing to the old thing. "Got him his first year at Hogwarts, the store clerk got his name wrong, kept calling him Wizzenbee instead of Wizardry, Charlie laughed of course, kept the name."
We passed a bedroom where Mr. Weasley sat on the bed, holding some red sweater and sniffling, he got up and shut the door.
"Oh, don't mind Arthur, he's just... Well, we all... It's hard on everybody."
We came to some rickety stairs.
"Mum I don't want to go up those..." I whispered.
"Hush, Draco." Mother said, following Mrs. Weasley up the stairs.
We climbed almost seven floors before she finally stopped and opened a door. It was dark inside. Cold. The walls were faded yellow and brown stripes, the bedspreads brown and plain. The floors creaked. The walls shrieked.
"I'm afraid, when George left, the cheeriness left with him." Mrs. Weasley said, softly.
The door closed softly behind her and I immediately turned to my mother.
"I don't like it here, Mum, it's cold and scary. Mum please, can't we go home?" I desperately clung to her dress, my throat tightening.
"Silly, boy. We are home. This is our home now." She whispered.
"I want to go home to my bed, and my clothes, and Father." I said, tears welling at the back of my eyes.
"We can't Draco! Because of that man you call Father." She spat, pulling her dress out of my grip.
"I want to go home, Mummy." I said quietly, sinking to my knees on the floor. "Please, lets go home"
When I woke up, I didn't recognize where I was. The cracked ceiling above my head wasn't my own, and the itchy blankets weren't mine either. I got up and rubbed my eyes, my hair sticking up at random odds and ends. I looked around, but other than a old, uneven legged desk the room was completely bare. I sighed and looked around for something to change into, the closet was bare. I looked at a small mouse nibbling a hole in the wall in disgust.
"Wingardium Leviosa" I whispered, raising the little white mouse into the air with a flick of my wand. It squeaked in annoyance and struggled in the air. I gently placed it on my hand, and stroked its soft head, gently. It raised it's little head and sniffed at my finger, I smiled. Then the bastard bit me! I threw it hard at the wall and watched it fall lifeless onto the floor, its neck bent at an awkward angle. I took a step toward it and slowly bent down to scoop it up, my blood coating its soft white fur. I gasped, my face heating up and tears streaming down my face.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm so sorry" I repeated, petting the little mouse and holding it close to my heart, "I'm so so sorry"
I heard a scuffle from behind me and turned quickly to see Harry Potter watching me, a small infant in his arms.
"Go away, Potter." I said, my voice breaking as I turned back to my small mouse.
"Draco?" He said, unsure and taking a step forward.
"Get out of my room, Harry!" I shouted.
He flinched and took a step back, visibly shaken.
"I'm so sorry, it's all my fault." I said quietly, petting the mouse. "I'm so fucking sorry"
I heard footsteps taken toward me and flinched away from them, holding my dead mouse closer to me.
"It's not your fault, Draco. I promise, it's not your fault." A warm hand upon my back.
"It is, though. Harry, I let them in the school. I killed Dumbledore!" I said, clutching the mouse to my heart. "I did it! I killed him."
"No, Draco. You had no choice, and Snape killed Dumbledore. I know why, Dumbledore told him to. You didn't do anything wrong Draco."
"WHAT DO YOU KNOW, HARRY?" I screamed standing up, "FAMOUS HARRY POTTER AND HIS STUPID BABY, THE BOY WHO LIVED! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING, POTTER!"I pulled my wand out and pointed it at him, tears falling down my cheeks, my skin pale. The wand shook in my hand, as it pointed directly toward his face. I heard footsteps in the hallway and turned to look, Ron Weasley stood in the hallway, eyes open wide his face growing red. I faulted and lowered my wand as I saw the disgust in his eyes.
"None of you know anything..." I whispered, my voice cracking as I dropped my wand and ran out of my room.
"Draco!" Harry called after me, as I ran down the series of steps.
"Draco! I was just about to come up and bring you some break-what's wrong dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, concern growing in her big brown eyes.
Part of me wants to scream, to fight, to hurt them all like I was hurting just then. Another part of me wants to breakdown and cry and hug this woman in front of me, to tell her everything. The strongest urge, though, was to run. I pushed past Mrs. Weasley and ran out the kitchen door, running down the driveway as fast as I could. I cried harder, my breath hot in my lungs as I exerted my body to the limit and kept running. I didn't know where I was, and it was getting hot. I slowed down a little, then, remembering what Harry had said, I sped up even faster and ran, my sweat sticking to my back. My shirt was plastered to my skin, my hair soaked against my forehead. The tears dried in the sunlight, but the dryness didn't stay long as new tears soon took their place. I kept running down the road, my skin starting to warm, the bloody mouse in my fist, its tail whipping in the wind. I stopped and coughed hard. Gasping to catch my breath I let out a heart wrenching sob. I heard some gravel move behind me and immediately went to reach for my wand. It wasn't in my pocket. I turned around and let out a scream as I stared into two black nostrils. I cried, and leapt back, looking at the monster before me. It was big and black and had hard feet that crushed the ground beneath it. It's big black eyes watched me from the side of it's head. The black fur that went along its entire body got long at the back of it's neck and its rear, as if turning to hair. I watched as it watched me. What is it?
"Demon! Demon where did you go?" I heard a girl yell from somewhere in front of me.
A girl with brown hair in braids and teeth too big for her mouth came running over a hill. She wore jeans that seemed to button just under her shoulders and a pink shirt. Her feet were bare and brown with a thick coating of dust. She stopped and stared at me when she spotted me. She hesitantly walked next to the beast next to me and petted its large chest.
"Ain't he a Beaut?" She said with a heavy accent I just couldn't place. "Got 'imm fer my birthday" she said, patting the beast.
I gasped at the way she just touched the giant 'Demon' whatever that was.
"You wanna touch 'Imm?" She said, something on her top teeth shining in the sun, as if metal was- oh my god, metal is attached to her teeth. "What's your name?"
I stared at the small train tracks across her white teeth, and waited for a small train to magically run across them.
"'Ain'tchu' got a name?" She asked, leaning her head forward. "'chu starin' at?" she asked, tilting her head.
I blushed and looked away.
"You can talk right?" She asked, looking at me as if I were a child.
I nodded and looked at the weird way her hair was tied.
"So, what's yer name?" She asked again.
"Draco...?" I said, with a hint of confusion showing in my voice.
"Draggo? What kind a name is that? Well, 'Draggo' my name's Lucy. Lou-See. Lucy. Can you say Lucy?"
"Lucy." I said, now focusing on the way her pants seemed to turn into a shirt and button from two straps.
"Good, I'm 11, though I'm turning 12 next month. Mama says there's gonna be a cake. D'you like cake, Draggo?" She asked.
"Cake?" I asked, softly. "Yeah, like Cake." I said, suddenly my voice starting to take on her accent.
"Good. You like ice cream?" She asked, though it sounded like 'ass cream'.
"What's that?" I asked.
"What's Ice cream? Ain'tchu never had ice cream 'fore?" She asked.
I shook my head and looked at this odd little girl.
"You been cryin' Draggo?" She asked.
I looked down, and rubbed the little mouse tail.
"Well, 't ain't nothin' ta be ashamed fer, jus been strong too long, as Pa says. You'd like my Pa. We just moved here from Tennessee. You e'er been there? Real perty there"
"Where?" I asked, suddenly self conscious with how little I knew about what this girl was talking about.
"Tennessee, stupid. Gee, you sure are dumb ain't you? Well it's in the States, pretty famous place. Ain't you ne'er hear the pick-up line 'fore?"
"The what?" I asked.
"A pick up line is what we call the cheesy comments used to get a date with a real lady. There's one that goes 'are you from Tennessee because you're the only ten-I-see' Get it? Ten- I- See."
"What does numbers have to do with anything?" I asked, suddenly feeling really dumb.
"Well it's a rating system, silly. On a scale from 1-10 you rate a persons looks, if its a 10 they're really hot, if they're a 1 they're as ugly as our school supervisor Ms. Chimp."
"What does their temperature have to do with it?"
"No, stupid. 'Hot' just means sexy or beautiful." She said laughing.
"Oh. Am I sexy?" I asked not sure what the word meant.
"Well, I guess so I never had sex so I don't know what sexy really is." She said, shrugging.
"What's sex?" I asked.
"Well it's how babies are made, stupid!"
"Oh, I didn't know that had a name" I said, blushing.
"Yeah, well. I live a little bit that-a-ways, a big old yellow house. Come over tomorrow and I'll give you some ice cream. I gotta go now, see ya!" She climbed on top of the black Demon and rode off on it's back.
"Bye" I said quietly, watching the trail of dirt rise from the animals hard feet.
Feeling better, I started to head back to the Weasley's house. I looked down at my mouse and threw it behind me, onto the road. I walked with a new purpose. I was going to learn what ice cream is tomorrow.
By the time I got back to the Weasley's house my skin was red from the sun, which was starting to go down. I walked up to the door, my entire body covered in dust and opened it, kicking off my now worn down shoes and stepping into the clean kitchen. I looked around and grabbed an apple off the counter. I took a bite, finally realizing how long it had been since my last meal. I walked into the living room and sat down on a fat sofa. I stared into the fire, a small smile on my face.
"Mrs. Weasley?" I asked loudly "Harry? Mother?" No response.
I slowly stood up and groaned as my strained legs straightened. I looked around the dining room and saw nothing. I climbed up the stairs to the first room. I knocked on the door, but didn't get an answer.
"Mr. Weasley? Ginny? Percival?" I asked, my heart starting to hammer in my chest.
Where was everyone? I climbed more steps and came to a second and third bedroom. No one was there either.
"HARRY?! RON!" I shouted running up the rest of the stairs, and about to start hammering on the door when I heard low whispering.
"Harry, he had a wand pointed at your throat! Who cares if he ever gets found! It's his fault for running off anyways!" Ron said, shuffling around the room.
"Ron, you didn't see him." Harry said softly.
"You said so yourself, he's a right foul git!" Ron said, something scraping on the floor.
"That was before. He's different now." Harry said, quietly. "He blames himself for Dumbledore's death."
"Well, he did let the death eaters into the school, Harry." Ron pointed out.
"He's different now, Ron." Harry sighed.
"He still tried to kill you, and Teddy! Think of Teddy, Harry."
"I don't think he would've done it. Hell, he couldn't even hurt Dobby!" Harry said. "Dobby told me that once"
"Looked like he was going to, mate." Ron said.
I looked at the floor and wrapped my arms around my stomach. I slowly made my way down the stairs to my bedroom, and sat down in the chair in front of the desk. I looked through the drawers and found only a plastic oval shaped long thing with metal down the side. I pushed a button on the back and a small blade came out. I looked at the blade and then my wrist. I wondered, if I bled out enough, would I die? I held the knife above my wrist, and imagined the blood pouring out of me. I sighed and put the knife back in the drawer. I couldn't leave mother alone. From the room above mine I heard a baby crying softly. I waited for it to stop. I waited some more. It got louder. I groaned and threw the chair out from under me and stomped upstairs. I looked at a light green door and pushed it open. I looked around, old blankets and toys littered the floor. A century old rocking chair sat in the corner. A changing table was against the wall, and in the middle of the room sat a crib where the extremely loud racket was coming from. I walked over to it, kicking stuffed animals out of the way. I leaned over the side of the crib, a fat baby with electric blue hair and big blue eyes looked up at me. It tilted its head, curiously. I picked it up and brought it over to the changing table and undid its shirt. I looked for a diaper and something to clean it with, but didn't find anything. I sighed and picked up the baby and carried it down the 6 flights of stairs to the kitchen. I took the baby's clothes off it and used the sink to wash its butt.
"Where the hell are the diapers in this mad house?" I mumbled, as the baby's hair slowly started turning white, like mine.
"No, don't do that." I said, shutting off the water. "Don't do that, I said."
His soft baby hair grew white-blonde and his eyes turned grey. I groaned and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his butt. I carried him outside and faced him towards the sunset.
"When I was little my father used to bring me outside and point at the sunset and say "See? Even the sun knows there is a time to stay and a time to leave." I think it might be time for me to leave, Teddy. It's obvious no one wants me here." I glanced at his white hair, "well, besides you."
I watched as the sun went farther down into the hill tops, and stars started to freckle the sky. I looked at Teddy and his open mouth as he pointed to the stars. His hands reached for the stars, and I smiled, until I saw the moon start to rise. It was full. I remembered that his father was a werewolf, and worried for a minute that he would also change form, but he looked up at me and smiled.
"Your father used to be afraid of the moon." I said, softly. "Because, his lifestyle meant the moon was something to be hated. But, it's not. It's beautiful, and cold. Don't be afraid to play in the moonlight, okay?"
I turned the child to face me and saw his eyes slowly start to turn black, his teeth grew pointed, his hair darkening but he didn't finish changing form. He just stayed that way and gurgled at the moon, reaching towards it.
"I know, people aren't going to understand, but you're special, ok? Don't be afraid." I whispered and kissed his head. He looked up at me and smiled.
"See?!" I heard from behind me, "You can't trust him! He took your kid, Harry!"
I turned and looked at the two teens glaring at me.
"H-He was crying..." I mumbled looking down.
"Shut up, and give Harry back his kid!" Ron said sending me death glares.
"It's not his kid! It's his godson" I argued, holding tighter to the baby.
"I swear to God Malfoy if you don't give Harry his godson right now" Ron said stepping forward.
"Okay!" I said, looking down at him, and his pitch black eyes. "Here,"
Harry stepped forward and took him from me, casting me an angry look.
"Do not touch him again." Harry said.
Ron and Harry took off back upstairs, Teddy reaching out for me, his hair already starting to turn blonde.
"I'm sorry, kid" I whispered, already starting to hear him whimper from two floors down.