b A/N: Hello readers. I'll keep this short. I hope you enjoy my fanfic and I ask you to please review it. A few words won't hurt you! And, the chapters WILL be longer. Now, let the magic, begin! /b
"Everybody has a little magic within them, but just not everyone realizes it." -Undefined
Thwack! The sound of stick hitting skin.
Drip. Drip. Drip. And that, was the bitter sound of blood as it hit the perfectly polished hardwood floor of the Malfoy manor.
And who's blood was that? Xylor Pendragon. (That's Say-lor) A rich kid who gets everything he wants. Until his parents died 3 years ago. He was sold by the orphanage he was staying in, and now, he's in this hell house. Everything he does wrong has a penalty, and everything he does right is not minded.
"It wasn't my fault. The fox tripped me. Please.." he pleaded.
"And now you're going to blame my pets?" his mistress scowled. "Who's next? My sons?"
"Actually.. I.. think.. Brendan is the fox." Xylor said, which he immediately regreted.
"Brendan, my son, an animagus? Are you out of your mind boy?"
Thwack! He was hit again.
"You're lucky my husband isn't here or you'd be sleeping with the dogs again tonight,"
She was cut off.
"Where is your husband?" Xylor interjected "Planning something with those 'Death Eaters'?"
"Why you little-"
Ding. Dong.
"You best hope it's not my husband."
But Xylor wasn't hoping. He was prepared for whatever was coming. He was used to it.