Chapter 1
Falling. Draco was falling.
The sky looked so angry. Lightning flashed across a few seconds, demanding Draco's attention. Maybe this is punishment.
He wondered how hard he'd hit the ground. Will it hurt? Maybe I won't feel it at all. He tried to scream but his tongue felt foreign in his mouth.
His body began to turn. The ground was coming closer now. His scream wouldn't surface, his tongue felt foreign in his mouth.
Just before he impacted Draco was sure he heard a familiar voice promising to help him if he would only lower his wand.
Draco woke up drenched in sweat, a scream stuck in his throat and body trembling uncontrollably. Realizing it was just another nightmare, the relief wasn't as immediate as he would have liked. Bile rose in his throat at the contents of his dream.
His hand subconsciously roamed under his pillow searching for his wand. Turning his body slightly to take the pressure off his wrist, his hand brushed the wand. A sigh of relief left his mouth involuntarily.
"Draco," Narcissa called softly from outside his door. He didn't respond unsure if he wanted her company. "Draco." Her voice got lower, tinted with concern. Draco flicked his wand and his door unlocked.
Even at the creak of the door Draco couldn't be bothered to raise his head. "Draco," a baritone voice hissed. Draco's body jerked up, fear coursing through his body. His vision swam from the fast movement.
"It's just Severus," Narcissa soothed, rushing to his side. "Severus was on his way to the floo in your father's study when he heard your cries." She stopped there knowing Draco would appreciate it. "He brought something to help with the nightmares of…" She trailed off unsure if the situation even needed words.
"-being unable to kill my headmaster, disgracing our family, and still watching the poor sod fall." Draco's chuckle was a bit hysterical. Narcissa tensed, glancing at Severus for assistance. He motioned for her to move away.
Kneeling in front of Draco he grumbled. "You were an arse all of 6th year. Refused my help then but now look at you, you are practically begging for it." The annoyance on Severus' face softened along with his voice. "Do not blame yourself for being unable to have blood on your hands."
Draco grabbed Severus hand unable to say anything. Severus transferred a phial into Draco's hand. "Severus." Draco whispered with remorse.
Severus flicked his hand ignoring Draco's silent pleading. "Drink this and the feelings should subside in a matter of seconds." When Draco only stared at his clasped hand, Severus rolled his eyes. Snatching the potion Severus uncorked the phial and tipped Draco's chin back.
Draco squawked indignantly as the potion was poured down his throat. True to Severus' word it worked quickly and efficiently. "What the hell Severus?" Draco scowled as Severus released his face and stepped back.
Narcissa's worry lines disappeared at Draco's words. "It has been a month and a half. You have had nightmares almost every night since. You were in shock darling. When we woke you, you seemed immune to our calls."
Draco frowned. "I do not-"
"Remember." Another male interrupted from the doorway. Everyone in the room tensed until the figure stepped further in. Narcissa and Lucius eyes met immediately, a silent conversation passing between them. He nodded curtly before refocusing on Draco.
Narcissa leaned down and kissed Draco's forehead. "Come Severus, I will escort you to the study." Severus pushed a lock of Draco's hair behind his ear and nodded to Lucius before leading Narcissa from the room.
Lucius waited for the door to shut before facing Draco. "How are you?"He avoided Draco's hardening eyes. Draco's dispassionate exterior was taking over. Soon Draco wouldn't even meet his eyes.
"Fine." Draco turned his head with a scowl as his eyes watered involuntarily. He prayed his father had not seen. Draco was not in a mood to be scolded.
Lucius had but would not embarrass his son with that knowledge nor would he scold him for it. He opened his mouth and then closed it unsure of what to say. Draco was angry with him for reasons Lucius understood too well. It was quite obvious that Draco intended to only speak to him if absolutely necessary.
The room fell into an awkward silence. Lucius twiddled his thumbs waiting for… something to happen.
Draco lay back on his bed and faced the wall. "Draco I know you do not want to speak to me but…"The silence returned.
Lucius wanted to kiss his wife when she opened the door a few moments later, breaking the awkward silence. "Lucius you are needed in your study." He nodded curtly and departed with no words to his son.
"Draco," his mother whispered sitting next to him. Draco wiped his eyes discreetly and turned to her. "Your father and I shall be in the study attending to a situation. Your father wishes it to remain a secret." Her eyes sparkled mischievously but with a hint of something else.
Nodding, Draco played along. "I think I will just go to bed." He opened his mouth and yawned dramatically.
"Cover your mouth," Narcissa mockingly scolded. She caressed Draco's face for a moment before standing and swiveling dramatically, the small train of her dress flowing behind her as she excited. "Goodnight my darling," she called.
As soon as Draco was sure the hallway was empty he rushed to his door. Poking his head into the hallway he glanced both ways. The hallway was empty, as it should be. None of the Dark Lord's guests were in the wing that the Malfoy's had transferred to.
Draco slipped into the hall, avoiding any slips of wood on the floor that creaked. He'd been down this hallway enough to do it blindfolded and still make no noise.
As Draco neared his father's study, he could hear shushed talking and whispers. Pressing his ear against the door, Draco listened intently. None of it made since. He heard talk of Aurors and he thought his cousin's name but those two together made no sense and only confused him.
"Do come in." Severus said suddenly. Draco froze. His breath stopped short, apprehension blooming in his stomach.
Narcissa sighed. "Yes Draco. He is talking to you." Draco winced, wondering when and how he had been discovered. They didn't sound angry for once just resigned, almost sad.
He opened the door slowly, thinking of an excuse for his father as he did. Just as the door opened so did his mouth but the words died at the girl sitting in his father's chair behind the desk.
Lucius, Narcissa, and Severus were standing across the room whispering to each other and glancing at the girl every few seconds. Severus discreetly tilted his head toward the girl, motioning Draco over to her.
As Draco stepped further into the room he began to recognize her. Her face was not visible but Draco knew that long black hair anywhere. Her regal posture also gave sight. "Karina," he said loudly before he could catch himself.
The figure tensed. Her head turned and she glanced at Draco from the corner of her eye. "Draco," she said. Her voice was ruff, as though she'd just woken from sleep. No. She'd been crying.
Narcissa breathed out deeply in relief. "She has not said a word since she arrived. We were beginning to truly worry." Draco didn't really listen instead moving next to the girl.
"Karina," he called when he was directly next to her. He gasped at the bruising salve around her right eye and the angry red marks were cuts had just been. She stood and stared. Severus' outer robe covered her torn nightgown and shivering body.
"My father," Karina whispered. Her dark brown eyes swelled. She stared into her lap as the first tears fell. Draco gripped her shoulder and wiped the stray tears away feeling awkward, they weren't known for displaying affection.
He turned to his father confused. Lucius walked to the window and stared out of it for a moment. Narcissa ran her hand down his back comfortingly. Finally Lucius spoke. "Alaric has been caught. There was a fight, he killed an Auror… Alaric's probably dead." The last few words were drowned out in Lucius shuddering breath.
Draco tightened his hold on Karina's shoulder no longer finding her tears odd. He tried to ignore the pity he felt for his father.
Alaric had left Britain as soon as he was of age and never returned. He was a terrible father, always leaving Karina with nannies as a child. Draco hadn't really cared for him and he thought his father hadn't as speaking of Alaric was a taboo to those who knew him. Apparently Lucius cared for his younger brother more than he let on.
His father's voice pulled him from his thoughts. "Alaric knew he was being caught onto. He signed everything over to Karina a few months ago so that the ministry would be unable to seize it. My brother was smart enough to make sure she would come to us instead of those filthy blood traitors."
Karina pushed Draco's hands away and turned her head. Draco knew she felt uncomfortable when people spoke badly of the Krum's, they were still family and she was quickly running low on that.
"Karina will attend Hogwarts with you this year." Draco's eyes immediately landed on the trunks next to the fireplace. All of Karina's belongings.
Then his mother's words caught him. Draco's attention turned from his cousin to Narcissa. "Why am I still attending Hogwarts? I will be ostracized or maimed by the other students before I leave the train." He cried.
Lucius turned his face. "Severus is the new headmaster. The Dark Lord has taken over Hogwarts, whether the public recognizes that or not. You will be treated better than usual." Draco glanced at his godfather.
Severus looked exhausted. The bags underneath his eyes were dark and puffy. His skin had paled more than normal. His body was thinner, if that was even possible, than he remembered and he hadn't shaved in awhile. Severus now reminded Draco of Lucius. They both looked like death was knocking at their doors. Why have I just noticed?
Draco tried to catch Severus' eyes but he was avoided. "I will take my leave." He swept from the room, robes dramatically flaring.
"I don't want to." Lucius' back tensed. He stood straighter, as if challenging Draco to continue. Draco kept his horror hidden. Why was be being brave now of all times to stand up to his father.
Lucius was in front of him before he could blink. "It is not your choice boy." Lucius breath was hot on his face. Draco stepped back but met his father's stare.
"Lucius." The warning in Narcissa's voice was clear. He paused, considering if he should listen. Finally he stalked back to the window. Draco's relief was evident.
Narcissa stepped between her husband and son. "I think with the current inhabitants of our house it best if you and Karina leave for Hogwarts in three weeks." Her gaze traveled down Draco's arm to his mark.
"Not all of us are marked Draco," Narcissa said quietly, glancing over at Karina. "And some are too beautiful for their own good." Draco's eyes widened at what his mother was implying. He stared at his cousin's back, unease seeping into him.
"Bauble." Narcissa called. The little house elf popped into the room. "Please take Karina and her things to her room." The little house elf took the unresponsive Karina's hand and disappeared.
Draco listened to the adults talk for a few more minutes before walking to the door, ready to return to his room. He paused when his mother called his name. "She will need you." Draco nodded and mumbled goodnight.
As passed the door of the room next to his, he tried to ignore the cries of despair coming from his cousin. Entering his room, his mouth tasted bitter. He and his uncle had been close when he was a child. Draco understood that death was coming and he pitied his cousin.
Making up his mind he walked back out into the hallway.
First I'd like to explain Karina. She is an OC obviously but she is more so there to help Draco. This story will be told in two parts. One in Draco's 7th year, so you can get his perspective of the war, and the second will transfer to his adult years and how he tries to bring some honor back to the Malfoy name. The second story will be more about Harry and Draco. If you don't like boyxboy than you can read this story without reading the second.