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Chapter one: The Dreadful Twists in Fate: Draco
Nooo!!!!!! Please don't take away my life!!!!!!! What will become of my Draco!??!!?!?..PLEASE!!!!!!...I beg you!!!!!!!...NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
I awoke alarmed. As I glanced over to the muggle clock I realized it was 5:00 AM. Another nightmare I thought to myself. He had been having the same nightmare ever since summer had started.
At the end of Draco's 6th year at Hogwarts, his life had taken an unexpected turn. Two Aurors had caught his father, Lucius Malfoy, trying to posses a woman's soul and use her as a killing device. It was assumed by everyone that he was under the Dark Lord's orders. However, they could not get him to admit it. Draco thought that this was just like his father. He knew that Lucius' sole desire was to stay in the Dark Lord's inner circle. Draco had actually been happy to get Lucius out of his life. At least he wouldn't be abused anymore. However, he wasn't expecting what had come next. Voldemort was trying to use his mother, Narcissa, now that he could no longer use Lucius. Draco knew that although his mother was a stern woman, she was against the Dark Lord completely. He knew that his mother would not give in, and he was right. Narcissa had refused Voldemort's orders to kill the woman's family. Unfortunately, she had to pay the price. Voldemort and his fellow Death Eaters had tortured her to death. And as if all this wasn't enough, Draco was forced to witness his mother's death.
"I wish these nightmares would stop haunting me" I said to myself out loud. My head ached so badly, for some unknown reason, every time. I glanced over at the clock again..it was 5:30. I had just spent a half and hour completely dazed; just dwelling on what has become of my life.
He did not realize it at the time, but he had been doing this quite often nowadays.
It's 5:30 in the morning. What the hell was I supposed to do at 5:30 in the morning in an empty mansion??? So, I got up and decided t get some breakfast. Just for the hell of it.
Just as I was getting to the dining table, Surly the house elf, brought out a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast, with a flask of pumpkin juice. I walked over to the late and sat down. Alone. Again. I should have gotten used to it by now. But, no..I hadn't. I tried to push these thoughts out of my head and eat.
I picked up the piece of toast, but as soon as it touched my mouth, my lips quivered. So..this is what happens when I don't eat for a few days. Great. I looked at the clock once again to discover that it was only 6:30. Whoever knew time could move so bloody slow.
There was nothing much to do, so I decided to go back to sleep. As I started walking upstairs, I felt a little light-headed. Oh Gods Draco, just keep walking..it's just your imagination. I stopped for a few seconds and then continued on my way up until I finally collapsed into the comfort of my own bed, though comfort was hardly the word.
I suddenly felt pain strike through my body like a lightning bolt. I slowly lifted up my shirt, knowing where the pain was coming from. As I looked at the grotesque bruise on the right side of my body, memories came flowing back.
When Lucius had found out that he was being taken away to Azkaban, he had taken out all his anger on Draco, as usual. Lucius had always blamed every little thing that went wrong on Draco. One night he had gotten so angry that he attempted at stabbing Draco, with the intention of killing him. And although he was not fully successful, he had left a very painful wound on his son. Narcissa had desperately tried to stop him. However, she too, feared Lucius and his actions. He was much more powerful than her and she knew that if she had interfered any more, than she would have landed herself in the same situation.
Draco, are those tears? I brought my pale, slender fingers up to my face. Sure enough, I had started to cry. I could just imagine what Potter and Weasley would think seeing me like this.
Just then, my thoughts were interrupted by a small brown owl pecking my shoulder. I slowly untied the letter attached to its outstretched leg. It was the usual letter from Hogwarts. I glanced over my list of supplies and decided t go to Diagon Alley some time next week.
That's strange, I thought to myself. There's a third letter. I opened the last piece of parchment and read :
"Dear Mr. Malfoy,
Congratulations! As your seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry approaches, Head Boy and Head Girl are chosen.
The staff at Hogwarts would like to congratulate you for your accomplishments that have earned you the title of Head Boy.
We look forward to seeing you on September 1st. Details about your title will be given after the Welcome Feast. Attached is your badge.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore Headmaster
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress"
WHAT!?!?!? I was Head Boy at Hogwarts! What would compell Dumbledore to choose me??? I wonder who Head Girl is..who am I kidding? It's obviously Granger. Dumbledore loves that mudblood..
And with these thoughts of the upcoming school year, Draco drifted into sleep holing his badge.
********************************~***************************** A/N: I hope u liked it.....PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! GOOD OR BAD!!!!!...ALL OPINIONS ARE WELCOME!!!!!!..so hit the little 'Go' button!!!...please...and sorry if this chapter was a tad boring...i needed to get the background info set in..the next chappy will be about Hermione's losses...and then the plot will develop more...next chappy will be up soon!!!...and don't forget to review!!!..
A/N: I'm new here at ff.net..so plz R/R!!!..it means more than u could imagine to me...flames are welcome along with constructive criticism...this chappy might be boring but don't worry.I promise that this story IS going somewhere..
Chapter one: The Dreadful Twists in Fate: Draco
Nooo!!!!!! Please don't take away my life!!!!!!! What will become of my Draco!??!!?!?..PLEASE!!!!!!...I beg you!!!!!!!...NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
I awoke alarmed. As I glanced over to the muggle clock I realized it was 5:00 AM. Another nightmare I thought to myself. He had been having the same nightmare ever since summer had started.
At the end of Draco's 6th year at Hogwarts, his life had taken an unexpected turn. Two Aurors had caught his father, Lucius Malfoy, trying to posses a woman's soul and use her as a killing device. It was assumed by everyone that he was under the Dark Lord's orders. However, they could not get him to admit it. Draco thought that this was just like his father. He knew that Lucius' sole desire was to stay in the Dark Lord's inner circle. Draco had actually been happy to get Lucius out of his life. At least he wouldn't be abused anymore. However, he wasn't expecting what had come next. Voldemort was trying to use his mother, Narcissa, now that he could no longer use Lucius. Draco knew that although his mother was a stern woman, she was against the Dark Lord completely. He knew that his mother would not give in, and he was right. Narcissa had refused Voldemort's orders to kill the woman's family. Unfortunately, she had to pay the price. Voldemort and his fellow Death Eaters had tortured her to death. And as if all this wasn't enough, Draco was forced to witness his mother's death.
"I wish these nightmares would stop haunting me" I said to myself out loud. My head ached so badly, for some unknown reason, every time. I glanced over at the clock again..it was 5:30. I had just spent a half and hour completely dazed; just dwelling on what has become of my life.
He did not realize it at the time, but he had been doing this quite often nowadays.
It's 5:30 in the morning. What the hell was I supposed to do at 5:30 in the morning in an empty mansion??? So, I got up and decided t get some breakfast. Just for the hell of it.
Just as I was getting to the dining table, Surly the house elf, brought out a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast, with a flask of pumpkin juice. I walked over to the late and sat down. Alone. Again. I should have gotten used to it by now. But, no..I hadn't. I tried to push these thoughts out of my head and eat.
I picked up the piece of toast, but as soon as it touched my mouth, my lips quivered. So..this is what happens when I don't eat for a few days. Great. I looked at the clock once again to discover that it was only 6:30. Whoever knew time could move so bloody slow.
There was nothing much to do, so I decided to go back to sleep. As I started walking upstairs, I felt a little light-headed. Oh Gods Draco, just keep walking..it's just your imagination. I stopped for a few seconds and then continued on my way up until I finally collapsed into the comfort of my own bed, though comfort was hardly the word.
I suddenly felt pain strike through my body like a lightning bolt. I slowly lifted up my shirt, knowing where the pain was coming from. As I looked at the grotesque bruise on the right side of my body, memories came flowing back.
When Lucius had found out that he was being taken away to Azkaban, he had taken out all his anger on Draco, as usual. Lucius had always blamed every little thing that went wrong on Draco. One night he had gotten so angry that he attempted at stabbing Draco, with the intention of killing him. And although he was not fully successful, he had left a very painful wound on his son. Narcissa had desperately tried to stop him. However, she too, feared Lucius and his actions. He was much more powerful than her and she knew that if she had interfered any more, than she would have landed herself in the same situation.
Draco, are those tears? I brought my pale, slender fingers up to my face. Sure enough, I had started to cry. I could just imagine what Potter and Weasley would think seeing me like this.
Just then, my thoughts were interrupted by a small brown owl pecking my shoulder. I slowly untied the letter attached to its outstretched leg. It was the usual letter from Hogwarts. I glanced over my list of supplies and decided t go to Diagon Alley some time next week.
That's strange, I thought to myself. There's a third letter. I opened the last piece of parchment and read :
"Dear Mr. Malfoy,
Congratulations! As your seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry approaches, Head Boy and Head Girl are chosen.
The staff at Hogwarts would like to congratulate you for your accomplishments that have earned you the title of Head Boy.
We look forward to seeing you on September 1st. Details about your title will be given after the Welcome Feast. Attached is your badge.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore Headmaster
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress"
WHAT!?!?!? I was Head Boy at Hogwarts! What would compell Dumbledore to choose me??? I wonder who Head Girl is..who am I kidding? It's obviously Granger. Dumbledore loves that mudblood..
And with these thoughts of the upcoming school year, Draco drifted into sleep holing his badge.
********************************~***************************** A/N: I hope u liked it.....PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! GOOD OR BAD!!!!!...ALL OPINIONS ARE WELCOME!!!!!!..so hit the little 'Go' button!!!...please...and sorry if this chapter was a tad boring...i needed to get the background info set in..the next chappy will be about Hermione's losses...and then the plot will develop more...next chappy will be up soon!!!...and don't forget to review!!!..