Never in a Million Years
***I do not own any of the character, they are all J. K. Rowling's. ***
Chapter 1- The dream
Malfoy Mansion was a grand house built from black stone. Two great doors stood in the front, seeming to be giving a warning to all people to go far away. This house was located high in the mountains, and surrounded with spells and enchantment to keep the unwanted away. In other words the Malfoys didn't want muggles in, or around their house. There was a room in this house that was used far more than any others, this was the sitting room. This room was the darkest room in the house. It had a moldy smell that screamed death. To add to this there was with blood red curtains that were covered the rays of the dying sun.
In this room sat two people, a father and his only son. Lucius Malfoy was a tall muscular man with blond almost white, shoulder length hair. Eyes with a reddish tint, coming with the hatred of all muggles. On his right arm the sign on the Dark Lord, a skull with a snake coming out of the mouth. He was the right hand man of the darkest sorceress alive, the Dark Lord Voldemort. Draco on the other hand was not as tall as his father was, and had blue eyes that if put in the light shown. He hated the dark arts almost as much as he hated his father. Like his father had the same blond almost white hair.
"Father, I think I'm in love with", Draco hesitates for a second, not knowing if his father would approve of the next part. "Hermione Granger".
"You. WHAT? This is unheard of. She's a mudblood. I will not have my only son in love with a. a mudblood!"
"But father, I love.."
"There will be no buts about this topic."
"Father I love her!"
"The only thing I will let you love is Lord Voldemort, for he is your master. You are to become a deatheater and follow my example, and listen to every word I tell you. Is that clear?"
"But father."
"There is no buts. Am I clear. I want no more of this decision.
"I hate you", Draco stomped out of the room. 'I can't let him do this to me!' Storming through the house he went, portraits of long dead family members following and shouting.
"A mudblood.. It is forbidden!" "Listen to your father boy he knows what is best for you!" "Never a Slytherin and a Gryffindor!"
Draco slammed his door behind him, he know what had to be done. The killer of his beloved mother had to be killed himself.
The grandfather clock chimed midnight. Only one person was awake at Malfoy mansion, Draco Malfoy. Slowly he got out of bed and crept over to the fireplace in his room.
On the mantle above the fireplace was the sword that he both loved and feared. For all that touched this sword killed. Draco's father had killed the only person he loved until now, his mother. This sword would also put an end to his fathers' life. The beauty of the sword was beyond all else. On the blade was incrusted the family name, "Malfoy". According to a legend the golden handle had been made with the blood of the two greatest Slytherin's to walk the earth, Slytherin himself, and Voldemort. This sword was passed down from father to son from generation to generation; it has the power to kill the one person that the owner fears or hates above all other people.
Carefully Draco lifted the sword off the mantle. He looked into the fire and felt the love he had for his mother. 'How could my own father do that to her?' Draco thought. He stared into the fire seeing it consume a log and destroying it, 'just like my father had destroyed my life.' Shaking his head Draco walked out of the room. Avoiding the bottom step because it creaked, he made his way into his father's bedroom.
Walking over to his bed, Draco raised the sword over his head. He was about to make his first and he hoped his last kill. Lucius Malfoy's eyes blinked open, red with anger has he looked up at his son.
"You fool, he will know, he has eyes everywhere".
"I will NEVER follow you or Voldemort". And with that Draco brought the sword down into his fathers heart, and the right hand man of Voldemort was dead.
Dark red blood covered his fathers white bed sheets. 'The man who once taken everything I have ever loved has been justified'. Draco looked down at his father, 'never again will he force me to become a deatheater again.'
"I vow from this moment on to fight all forces of evil even if that means my own destruction. Let Voldemort come, I am ready for him, father." With that, he ran from the house. ~~~
Draco awoke with an evil laugh. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
Hey you guys, I hope you like it. There will be more chapters to come. I will try to write a chapter a week. Please review!
~Potter4prez and horselover
***I do not own any of the character, they are all J. K. Rowling's. ***
Chapter 1- The dream
Malfoy Mansion was a grand house built from black stone. Two great doors stood in the front, seeming to be giving a warning to all people to go far away. This house was located high in the mountains, and surrounded with spells and enchantment to keep the unwanted away. In other words the Malfoys didn't want muggles in, or around their house. There was a room in this house that was used far more than any others, this was the sitting room. This room was the darkest room in the house. It had a moldy smell that screamed death. To add to this there was with blood red curtains that were covered the rays of the dying sun.
In this room sat two people, a father and his only son. Lucius Malfoy was a tall muscular man with blond almost white, shoulder length hair. Eyes with a reddish tint, coming with the hatred of all muggles. On his right arm the sign on the Dark Lord, a skull with a snake coming out of the mouth. He was the right hand man of the darkest sorceress alive, the Dark Lord Voldemort. Draco on the other hand was not as tall as his father was, and had blue eyes that if put in the light shown. He hated the dark arts almost as much as he hated his father. Like his father had the same blond almost white hair.
"Father, I think I'm in love with", Draco hesitates for a second, not knowing if his father would approve of the next part. "Hermione Granger".
"You. WHAT? This is unheard of. She's a mudblood. I will not have my only son in love with a. a mudblood!"
"But father, I love.."
"There will be no buts about this topic."
"Father I love her!"
"The only thing I will let you love is Lord Voldemort, for he is your master. You are to become a deatheater and follow my example, and listen to every word I tell you. Is that clear?"
"But father."
"There is no buts. Am I clear. I want no more of this decision.
"I hate you", Draco stomped out of the room. 'I can't let him do this to me!' Storming through the house he went, portraits of long dead family members following and shouting.
"A mudblood.. It is forbidden!" "Listen to your father boy he knows what is best for you!" "Never a Slytherin and a Gryffindor!"
Draco slammed his door behind him, he know what had to be done. The killer of his beloved mother had to be killed himself.
The grandfather clock chimed midnight. Only one person was awake at Malfoy mansion, Draco Malfoy. Slowly he got out of bed and crept over to the fireplace in his room.
On the mantle above the fireplace was the sword that he both loved and feared. For all that touched this sword killed. Draco's father had killed the only person he loved until now, his mother. This sword would also put an end to his fathers' life. The beauty of the sword was beyond all else. On the blade was incrusted the family name, "Malfoy". According to a legend the golden handle had been made with the blood of the two greatest Slytherin's to walk the earth, Slytherin himself, and Voldemort. This sword was passed down from father to son from generation to generation; it has the power to kill the one person that the owner fears or hates above all other people.
Carefully Draco lifted the sword off the mantle. He looked into the fire and felt the love he had for his mother. 'How could my own father do that to her?' Draco thought. He stared into the fire seeing it consume a log and destroying it, 'just like my father had destroyed my life.' Shaking his head Draco walked out of the room. Avoiding the bottom step because it creaked, he made his way into his father's bedroom.
Walking over to his bed, Draco raised the sword over his head. He was about to make his first and he hoped his last kill. Lucius Malfoy's eyes blinked open, red with anger has he looked up at his son.
"You fool, he will know, he has eyes everywhere".
"I will NEVER follow you or Voldemort". And with that Draco brought the sword down into his fathers heart, and the right hand man of Voldemort was dead.
Dark red blood covered his fathers white bed sheets. 'The man who once taken everything I have ever loved has been justified'. Draco looked down at his father, 'never again will he force me to become a deatheater again.'
"I vow from this moment on to fight all forces of evil even if that means my own destruction. Let Voldemort come, I am ready for him, father." With that, he ran from the house. ~~~
Draco awoke with an evil laugh. ~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~
Hey you guys, I hope you like it. There will be more chapters to come. I will try to write a chapter a week. Please review!
~Potter4prez and horselover