A/N: This is actually, despite a similar beginning, an entirely different story than the one I posted earlier and one that doesn't make me cringe when I think about it. So, as a result, I hope it came out better and it is slash, but pairings will only result later. And personally, I hate OC characters sometimes, but Shannon is only in it because of the end of the story, I needed a character like her and thus, she was created. I suppose I could have done it minus her, but oh well. She doesn't have a major role, though it is semi-important.
I hope this is enjoyable and read and review even if the review isn't good, constructive helps too and all that jazz. Wheee, I'm excited so I'm gonna go and hop around for a while. Ciao!!
PS: I realized I forgot to add this. I realize Draco's reaction isn't entirely realistic in the second half of this chapter, but it will be cleared up later, this is pretty much a prologue. He hasn't had time to process or think or anything properly yet so have no fear. Angsty, whiny, teenagers will prevail!
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
It was one thing to be roused from bed long before the sun rose for some silly reason like the house was on fire or there was some bomb going off somewhere. It was quite another to be dragged, most unwillingly, from the warm sheets by someone who clearly meant you harm.
A gloved hand had wrapped itself securely around his upper arm. Actually, the gloves were probably a bit much, given the sunglasses and the black clothing. But perhaps the person was trying to establish a theme.
The hall outside his room was in chaos, candles vainly flickering, trying valiantly to illuminate the fighters. His captor dragged him away from it all, away from the familiar faces that had hated looks fastened upon all of them.
He dug his feet into the carpet, forcing the one who had grabbed him to double his efforts at escape. A great roar caused him to pause, staring at the crumbling ceiling and walls that had blocked off all those on his side. The teen smirked as his mother whirled around.
The look faded only when a rather threatening piece of wood pressed itself into his throat. The blond woman stopped, her own wand out, pointed at them. Her patience had been gone the second people broke into her house and she looked quite ready for murder. "Let him go."
"No." The voice was haughty and high strung and full of itself. Familiar and yet not.
Blue eyes blazed, blond hair askew. "Reginald, don't you dare use that tone with me. Let my son go, now, before you really wish you did not get mixed up in this."
The grip on his arm tightened. "I am already mixed up in this," he snipped. "There is no way out, it is service or death."
Using the time she took to think of a reply the captor shot a curse. She ducked, shooting something back, red light racing towards the pair. The captive was pushed in the way, body collapsing, head banging on the ground.
"Something new, Cissy? Quite inventive."
Blue eyes darted to him before glaring back at the man with midnight black hair. "Reggie, you have already gotten yourself in far over your head. Do not drag my son into it with you."
Down the hall people thundered. Not the three or four from before, but different ones. Ones who ran with purpose, and the movements of those who believed that they had protection behind them. In this case, the protection of the Ministry.
The raven haired man glared, and his mother turned with a small smile on her face. She fell with the same smile on her face, frozen in death. The teen was already being dragged back up to his feet, away from the authorities. His legs tripped them up, refusing to cooperate. His head spun, the world graying.
Cold air blew against his back. One of the larger windows in the hall. He didn't turn, couldn't turn, could still see sightless blue eyes gazing at them. As a result he didn't think to duck, to move, to give any trouble to the man who had dragged him from his nice safe dream world.
"See you again, cousin o' mine," he whispered before something large, and likely very heavy cracked into his skull.
If he hadn't woken with the headache, it was assured by the sheer volume of noise in this forsaken place that he would have soon gained one. People, children, adults, teenagers, milled around.
He sat, confined to a hard plastic chair, arms stuck together before him. The hours had alternated between dragging by and zipping past as he stared at the crowds sullenly. His pajamas, while beautiful to behold, far from warm.
He had managed to be ignored by those around him quite effectively until a small, rather pesty girl, planted herself before him. "Do you got any candy?"
The infamous glare that he had perfected at school failed to affect her. Instead, she crawled into the chair beside him, placing two small hands on his arm. "Are you stupid?"
"No, I am not stupid. However, you are rash and arrogant as well as a little snot," he snapped. She grinned lopsidedly.
"I knows. My brother tells that to me all the time! Do you got any candy nooooooow?"
He grimaced. "No." She shrugged, fishing into her own pocket and pulling out a half eaten lollipop. She grinned before popping it into her mouth. "Great, now please go away."
"No. Who are you?"
"Draco Malfoy. Now will you go away?"
She stuck her tongue out at him. "No. I'm Shannon Finnigan! My brother's sleeping."
Sure enough, the Gryffindork was curled on his own plastic, ugly, chair, asleep. He sneered before turning his attention back to the girl. "Then go wake him up and leave me be."
She sighed, small shoulders slumping as she dragged her feet across the floor and climbed into the other boy's lap. Draco rolled his eyes before a not too distant, rather shrill voice caught his ear.
"dare you! Six hours and narry a call and you expect me to calm down!" He smirked, correctly picturing the clerk's frazzled look as they rounded the corner. Marilla Zabini stood there, hands on her hips. "You act like he's some kind of criminal! Release him and let us go or you and I will really have to have a talk," she purred, using the ability of her looks to get what she wanted, when she wanted.
Her son only looked mildly amused, instead eyes scanning the crowd. He nodded at Draco, paused briefly on the bratty girl, before settling again on his mother.
Draco honestly could not have been more pleased to see anyone, ever. He nearly felt sorry for the ministry lackey who released him, if only because he knew how frightening Blaise's mum could be.
Shannon watched them leave, ignoring her brother who tried in vain to get her to settle down, waving her sticky hand in farewell. Draco rolled his eyes, following his friend who looked like he had been pulled out of bed as well. At least he had clothes to wear.