A/N: cringes Okay, I know people liked this story, but I am some-what eager to please, and since not everyone was happy with my story, and I personally was not all that happy with it, I have decided to take it down, and re-do it. If anyone is interested in being a Beta Reader for me, please let me know. I do read all reviews, so just put it there. Serious offers only, please. I don't want people who don't know what they're doing. I want anal-retentive-to-detail people, Adrian Monk people. Lol. Anyway, please not, this is a WIP (work in progress), so please be kind. So, without further ado, here is the new, reinvented first chapter of… Whatever I decide to call this story… I was considering Musing of a Malfoy, but if you have a better suggestion, please let me know! All prospective titles will be greatly considered by Night Lady and me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. (I got this part from one I saw elsewhere… Don't know where, though… If it's yours, I will giver you credit.If I did, it would be called Draco Malfoy, and it would be rated Adult.
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To any passing muggle, the pair walking by could have been father and son, or simply relatives, despite that the younger had silver-white hair, and the older, pitch black. Hair color was one of their only differences: both men had a slight build, and they both had an aristocratic bone structure and carriage.
Of course, the youth and the ex-con-presumed-dead-in-a-veil were no more father and son than the Queen was a frog. If one looked closely, the younger of the two quaked slightly, and nearly tripped more than once. Eyes red with withheld tears blinked absently, as though he had seen something terrible that he had never expected. In truth, the youth had probably never expected to see his mother's cousin kill Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.
No, the eldest, Sirius Black, was not a Death Eater sent from Voldemort to kill the Malfoy Family, when Draco's mission to kill Dumbledore failed. Sirius Black had escaped the Veil in the Department of Mysteries and had taken revenge, for an unknown reason, on the Malfoy parents. However, with the killing of his parents, 17 year old Draco Malfoy had to be taken along when Sirius left the scene. No one could know what happened.
As the pair reached Grimmauld Place, Sirius handed a tiny slip of paper, no larger than half of a gum wrapper, to Draco. "Think this address, directly as it is written." Sirius stated, not looking at the boy. Looking down, Draco read the slip of paper. Looking back up, he saw the houses start to separate and new one formed between. He barely felt Sirius take back the paper.
"Let's go." Sirius said, as he led the youth into the 'new' house. No sooner had the duo walked into the kitchen of the house than Molly Weasley, who had been carrying an open sack of flour to the counter from the pantry, let out a shriek and threw the flour, thus turning the room white.
The loudness of her shriek caused everyone in the house to come running to the kitchen, and none of the people who saw the cause of the ruckus were very happy. "Sirius! Damnit, he shouldn't be here!" they all said, in some form or another. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all hung back. Quickly, they all took off for the almost-cleaned-out sitting room.
The teens, ranging from 17 to 15 years of age, had all known Sirius Black had escaped the veil. They had all known that he would probably strike out at those he felt the need to, after being trapped behind a piece of fabric for almost a year. They just didn't know that Sirius would kill the Malfoys.
"Jeez… Why couldn't he just kill Malfoy and get along with it?" Ron grumbled.
Harry laughed uneasily. "Dunno. Maybe he just couldn't do it, you know? Not that I see why. I mean, Malfoy's a prat."
Hermione threw both of the boys a look. "If Sirius left him alive, then there must a reason for it! Just leave it alone." She said, muttering the last part. Ginny nodded in agreement with her older friend.
"She has a point you know." Ginny said, noticing the looks on the boys' faces.
"Hermione! God, why are you defending him?" Ron suddenly yelled, out of no where. Hermione got up from where she was doing her summer homework, and yelled back. "I am not defending him, Ronald! I am defending Sirius. You need to get over your complex with him! Jesus Christ, Ron! If Sirius left Draco Malfoy alive, then there is a reason for it!" She said, her face turning red. She never yelled like that.
"I don't care!" Ron said. "I don't have to be happy with it!"
Hermione had been settling back down to do her work. "I don't care, Ron! You think I'm happy with this situation?" She yelled. Both of them were getting angry. Since they had started to date, pretty much everything had been a fight between them. Once or twice, Ron had gotten a bit carried away and actually hit Hermione, but he hadn't done that in awhile. Once Harry talked to him, that had ended, it seemed.
In the middle of the battle between the teenagers, a faint knocking could be heard on the door. "Ron? Harry? Hermione? Ginny? Are you in there?" they heard Mrs. Weasley ask.
"Yeah, mom, were in here." Ginny responded. Ron and Hermione were both red in the face from yelling at each other. Harry watched the two with a critical eye, knowing Ron's temper and Hermione's not-it-all problem.
Mrs. Weasley, still covered in flour from head to toe, walked into the room. Wrenching her hands, Mrs. Weasley started to speak. "Uhm. Well, as you know, we have a… a situation." She started. The 4 teens nodded. "Draco… Well, he has to stay, now. He knows where Grimmauld Place is and how to get there… But, we can't let him in on Order things… So, will you, uhm… Will you 4…" here she faltered. "Will you 4 watch over him…? Maybe be friends with. –"
"No! Absolutely not!" Harry and Ron said in unison. The two girls were slightly aghast.
Ginny's mouth hung open. "You cannot be serious." She said. Her mother nodded.
"I am serious, Ginny. He's lost his mother and his father!" she said, trying to explain a little bit, maybe win some compassion for the teenager that sat in the kitchen, talking to Severus Snape.
Harry looked nearly irate. "I lost my parents, too. That doesn't mean that my mortal enemy had to live with me." Mrs. Weasley's gaze hardened.
"Well, you'll be happy to know that he'll be sharing your room. We don't have another cleaned out." She turned on her heal and left.
Ron looked incredibly sympathetic. "Wow. Tough break, mate." He said. Harry threw him a grimace.
"Your mom is evil." He muttered.
Hermione looked at Ginny, and said, "It won't be that bad. Maybe he won't even say anything."
Harry looked hard at her. "He'd better not."