Hi everyone!
To all of my Sister Who Lived readers I am still writing the sequel but the idea for this story hit me and I couldn't write anything else until this was published.
It's inspired by the song Some Nights by Fun but it's not a song fic. I think it will probably be a three-piece ficlet.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. The rights go to J. . The rights to the lyrics of Some Nights go to Fun.
Some Nights
For once since Lord Voldemort had regained power and inhabited Malfoy Manor, Draco felt safe.
Maybe it was because Voldemort wasn't there right now. He had left in the middle of the night without any warning. It wasn't that any of them thought that he would constantly stay here but they still crept around the manor as if he would pop out from behind a tapestry.
Ever since he was little Draco had been taught to anticipate the day that the Dark Lord returned. Now he was back, it wasn't what they had imagined.
Lucius had expected to be welcomed back into Lord Voldemort's inner circle. Narcissa had expected to respected among the Death Eaters, not ridiculed. Draco had expected to sit with his family full of pride at what they were doing, not shame.
After the incidents at the Ministry and Astronomy tower, none of the Malfoys got what they expected.
At that moment Draco was sitting at the table in the drawing room for dinner with his mother, father and aunt Bellatrix. Easter holidays had started two weeks ago and Draco had spent the time avoiding the Death Eaters that lurked around the manor.
"How have your holidays been, Draco?" Narcissa asked. Her tone was layered with polite civility.
"Fine, thank you, mother," Draco answered stiffly.
"He's been spending all the time in his room. Hasn't come to see his aunty Bellatrix at all," Bellatrix pouted. She leaned over the table to whisper at Draco. "I could teach you things, Draco, that would make Mudbloods cower in fear."
Bile rose in Draco's mouth. He pushed his half-empty plate away from him and pushed himself to his feet.
"I've had enough to eat."
Three different gazes watched him stalk out of the room: one affronted, one concerned and one confused.
Draco's footsteps echoed through the manor as he made his way to his room. Once there he entered and slammed the door behind him.
He wasn't even sure why he was angry. Torturing Mudbloods was something he had always approved of but now . . . the thought of it made him sick.
The same feeling had been coming most nights since Dumbledore had been killed. He wasn't sure what he stood for. He wasn't even sure why he was fighting anymore. Some nights he wished this war would end.
With a scowl, Draco snatched up an apple from a bowl by his door. Tossing it from hand to hand he strode the distance to his four-poster bed. He collapsed on his bed and continued tossing. Just as sudden as they always were, a flashback came into his head. Not a picture, only a voice.
"Dumbledore cornered! Dumbledore wandless! Dumbledore alone! Well done, Draco, well done!"
The apple was tossed to his other hand.
"Do it."
The apple was tossed again.
"No. We've got orders. Draco's got to do it."
The apple was tossed again with increasing speed.
"Now Draco and quickly."
Toss
"Always the same weren't you Dumby? Talking and doing nothing, nothing, I don't even know why the Dark Lord is bothering to kill yeh! Come on, Draco ,do it!"
Toss.
"Draco, do it or stand aside so one of us-"
Toss
"We've got a problem, Snape, the boy doesn't seem able."
Toss.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The apple splattered against the wall in a firework of juice when Draco forgot to catch it.
Every night Draco somehow managed to get to sleep but he still wakes up, he still sees Dumbledore's ghost.
A/N: Hope you liked it! Thanks for reading!