Disclaimer: Okay you all should obviously know these are J.K. Rowling's
characters and not mine. But, the plot is mine.
Chapter 1
Draco Malfoy braced himself as his carriage stopped for a moment at the silver gate that led to the Malfoy Manor. Welded in the silver gate was the Malfoy crest. The crest was the letter "M" with a snake that encircled the letter. Underneath was the inscription, "Notre genre d'honneur et de fierté est ce que nous fait les Malfoys, et le reste du monde pas;" or in other words it meant, "Our kind of honor and pride is what makes us the Malfoys, and the rest of the world not." As the gate opened, the carriage went through; Draco looked out his window up at the manor.
The manor was set upon the highest hill in their plot of land. The paved road wound around the hill up toward the stone manor with its thick chestnut wooden doors. The manor beheld four windows on either side of the manor doors. The windows were covered in thick green curtains. Draco sighed as he thought of how his summer was going to be. He just finished his fifth year at Hogwarts. He still had Potter's face in his mind. His father was recently thrown in Azkaban with some of his fellow comrades. Draco knew that his father would get out since the dementors were leaving the prison. Draco worried the most about was how his father will be like once he finally escaped from Azkaban. As the carriage stopped in front of the manor doors, Draco stepped out when the coachman opened the door for him. The setting sun lit everything in an orange glow. His house elves came skidding down the steps to take his things to his room. Draco walked through the manor doors into the vestibule. Staircases led upward on both the right and the left. There was a corridor leading straight toward all of the ground level rooms. "Lucius! Is that you?" Narcissa called as she strode down the stairs from the left where her and Lucius' bed chambers were located. Draco turned to meet her. Her robes of green and black with silver trim flowed easily behind her like a river. Her expression was full of hope. "No, Mother, it is just me," Draco stated as he watched his mother's expression change in a blink of an eye when she saw him. She looked at him with a forced loving look on her face. "Well, Draco dear, go and get washed up. Your father's guests are still coming over. Remember that you don't say anything un-" "Unless I'm talked to. Mother, I understand those rules fairly well," Draco stated, interrupting her. "Well, yes, I know that. They'll be arriving at 6:45. So be ready to escort them to the dinning hall, Draco," Narcissa stated clearly and looks up at one of the Grandfather clocks that are stationed around the house. It read 6:00. She quickly looked at her son; "Well, go on! Go get ready and wear your best dress robe!" She quickly turned on her heel and left down the corridor. Draco shrugged slightly as he proceeded up the staircase on the right. He looked down the corridor slightly as he strode down it to the last door on the right. The rest of the rooms were for company that stayed for a night or sometimes a fortnight at a time. As he walked up to his bedroom door, there was a crash from within his room. He flew open his door with his wand out to find one of his house elves trying to clean his wardrobe out. The elf stopped and looked at Draco. "Dinki is sorry, sir!" croaked the young female elf. "Dinki never meant to bother the young Master's belongings! Mistress told me to throw out the old robes! Don't hurt Dinki!" The young elf coward under Draco's gaze; which in turn made her try and put the clothes back in the wardrobe. Draco's eyes narrowed; "Get out of my sight or I may punish you, elf!" Draco watched as Dinki skidded out of his bedchamber quickly muttering her apology. Draco slammed his door as he stalked over to his now untidy wardrobe. He quickly cleaned up the mess the elf left. He quickly showered and dressed in a forest green robe. He walked over and looked in the mirror. His hair framed his face slightly as it hung past his ears and his face had the normal Malfoy trade mark, the smirk. His robe fell around him well. His robe had a slight billowing effect when he walked to his door ready to escort the guests. He looked at his watch reading 6:44. Draco quickly ran from his room in a minute flat. Once he reached the front door, there was a hard knock. It sounded as if someone knocked on the door with a metal staff. When Draco opened the door, the dimming light seeped down upon a metal hand. The hand pushed the door open. Peter Pettigrew stood there wrapped in a lack billowing robe around his plump short body. A dark hood covered his balding head shadowing his face. Pettigrew slipped in shutting the door. "Our Lord shall be here shortly. Everyone will file in. Best you come with me when the Master appears. He has something important for you my boy," Pettigrew's voice squeaked as he led Draco quickly to the dinning hall. Narcissa looked over at Draco and Peter when they entered; "Shall your Lord cordially make an appearance to our manor this evening?" Her voice was full of hope that the Dark Lord would want to retrieve Lucius. "Yes, Madam Malfoy, our Lord will be coming," Pettigrew said plainly, "And I know he'll want you here when everyone arrives. So please go and keep yourself busy until then." Peter quickly took a seat on the right of the head of the table. Narcissa nodded and quickly left the room knowing Pettigrew had some business with her son Draco. Draco took a seat next to Pettigrew looking at the chair on the right of head seat of the table where his father usually sat. "Oh no dear boy, you'll be sitting in your father's seat tonight," Pettigrew squeaked as a small 'pop' sounded in the quiet dinning hall. There stood at the front of the table was Lord Voldemort. Draco quickly took his father's seat as Voldemort motioned him to sit there. "You know of your father's incarceration from my organisation of Death Eaters. As you know, you have been with us for a few months now. I think it is time for you to truly show us where your devotion lies, either with me and your fellow Death Eaters or with Potter and his groupies."
Chapter 1
Draco Malfoy braced himself as his carriage stopped for a moment at the silver gate that led to the Malfoy Manor. Welded in the silver gate was the Malfoy crest. The crest was the letter "M" with a snake that encircled the letter. Underneath was the inscription, "Notre genre d'honneur et de fierté est ce que nous fait les Malfoys, et le reste du monde pas;" or in other words it meant, "Our kind of honor and pride is what makes us the Malfoys, and the rest of the world not." As the gate opened, the carriage went through; Draco looked out his window up at the manor.
The manor was set upon the highest hill in their plot of land. The paved road wound around the hill up toward the stone manor with its thick chestnut wooden doors. The manor beheld four windows on either side of the manor doors. The windows were covered in thick green curtains. Draco sighed as he thought of how his summer was going to be. He just finished his fifth year at Hogwarts. He still had Potter's face in his mind. His father was recently thrown in Azkaban with some of his fellow comrades. Draco knew that his father would get out since the dementors were leaving the prison. Draco worried the most about was how his father will be like once he finally escaped from Azkaban. As the carriage stopped in front of the manor doors, Draco stepped out when the coachman opened the door for him. The setting sun lit everything in an orange glow. His house elves came skidding down the steps to take his things to his room. Draco walked through the manor doors into the vestibule. Staircases led upward on both the right and the left. There was a corridor leading straight toward all of the ground level rooms. "Lucius! Is that you?" Narcissa called as she strode down the stairs from the left where her and Lucius' bed chambers were located. Draco turned to meet her. Her robes of green and black with silver trim flowed easily behind her like a river. Her expression was full of hope. "No, Mother, it is just me," Draco stated as he watched his mother's expression change in a blink of an eye when she saw him. She looked at him with a forced loving look on her face. "Well, Draco dear, go and get washed up. Your father's guests are still coming over. Remember that you don't say anything un-" "Unless I'm talked to. Mother, I understand those rules fairly well," Draco stated, interrupting her. "Well, yes, I know that. They'll be arriving at 6:45. So be ready to escort them to the dinning hall, Draco," Narcissa stated clearly and looks up at one of the Grandfather clocks that are stationed around the house. It read 6:00. She quickly looked at her son; "Well, go on! Go get ready and wear your best dress robe!" She quickly turned on her heel and left down the corridor. Draco shrugged slightly as he proceeded up the staircase on the right. He looked down the corridor slightly as he strode down it to the last door on the right. The rest of the rooms were for company that stayed for a night or sometimes a fortnight at a time. As he walked up to his bedroom door, there was a crash from within his room. He flew open his door with his wand out to find one of his house elves trying to clean his wardrobe out. The elf stopped and looked at Draco. "Dinki is sorry, sir!" croaked the young female elf. "Dinki never meant to bother the young Master's belongings! Mistress told me to throw out the old robes! Don't hurt Dinki!" The young elf coward under Draco's gaze; which in turn made her try and put the clothes back in the wardrobe. Draco's eyes narrowed; "Get out of my sight or I may punish you, elf!" Draco watched as Dinki skidded out of his bedchamber quickly muttering her apology. Draco slammed his door as he stalked over to his now untidy wardrobe. He quickly cleaned up the mess the elf left. He quickly showered and dressed in a forest green robe. He walked over and looked in the mirror. His hair framed his face slightly as it hung past his ears and his face had the normal Malfoy trade mark, the smirk. His robe fell around him well. His robe had a slight billowing effect when he walked to his door ready to escort the guests. He looked at his watch reading 6:44. Draco quickly ran from his room in a minute flat. Once he reached the front door, there was a hard knock. It sounded as if someone knocked on the door with a metal staff. When Draco opened the door, the dimming light seeped down upon a metal hand. The hand pushed the door open. Peter Pettigrew stood there wrapped in a lack billowing robe around his plump short body. A dark hood covered his balding head shadowing his face. Pettigrew slipped in shutting the door. "Our Lord shall be here shortly. Everyone will file in. Best you come with me when the Master appears. He has something important for you my boy," Pettigrew's voice squeaked as he led Draco quickly to the dinning hall. Narcissa looked over at Draco and Peter when they entered; "Shall your Lord cordially make an appearance to our manor this evening?" Her voice was full of hope that the Dark Lord would want to retrieve Lucius. "Yes, Madam Malfoy, our Lord will be coming," Pettigrew said plainly, "And I know he'll want you here when everyone arrives. So please go and keep yourself busy until then." Peter quickly took a seat on the right of the head of the table. Narcissa nodded and quickly left the room knowing Pettigrew had some business with her son Draco. Draco took a seat next to Pettigrew looking at the chair on the right of head seat of the table where his father usually sat. "Oh no dear boy, you'll be sitting in your father's seat tonight," Pettigrew squeaked as a small 'pop' sounded in the quiet dinning hall. There stood at the front of the table was Lord Voldemort. Draco quickly took his father's seat as Voldemort motioned him to sit there. "You know of your father's incarceration from my organisation of Death Eaters. As you know, you have been with us for a few months now. I think it is time for you to truly show us where your devotion lies, either with me and your fellow Death Eaters or with Potter and his groupies."