I have no idea were I'm going with this yet, but I do know that there's
alot of angst. Notes: Hermione/Draco pair, Harry/Ron pair, Sirius/Remus
pair. Writting mainly about Draco. Diary entry first, then the chapter.
Lots of references to me and my friends (I've befriended Malfoy while he
was in America. I'm just mentioned, and I mention my friends). Oh another
thing. As my primary beta hates He/M's, but loves Severus (::Groan:: I
prefer wolves...:-p), so I'm putting her with him. Don't know how...Any
way. I Don't own Harry or any one else. All I own is me, this storyline
(hopefully I'm not unknowingly copying someone, though I might be.), my
friends (not litterally) and any other OC's (Other Charecters-[So I'm in a
weird mood...:-p])
On with the story...
*
August 21, 1997.
I swear, If I don't get to Hogwarts soon, I'll scream. I doubt the houselves would like that...Which reminds me...I have a funny to-do list I came up with...a bit morbid, but oh well:
1.) Kill Dad. Hide Body.
2.) Convince Severus to marry Mum. Hopefully he'll be convinced, and Mummy agrees.
3.) Help golden-boy Potter and his trained Weasel kill Voldemort. Help Granger find a way to do so.
4.) Celebrate Victory.
5.) Kill Harry, make it look like someone else did.
6.) Marry Courtney.
That's another matter entirely, that last one. Courtney-other wise known as Kori, Luna, Philomena, Selene, Korky (her friend came up with that), Princess (and if she hears that, she'd kill me), Wolfie, Shrub (yet again, I'd die if she heard that) or Shorty (she's only 5'2", and compared to me, that's short)-is a wonderful girl, but we both agree, we are not marriage material. She goes more for werewolves, aliens, or vampires. ::Sigh:: I wonder what she'd do if she ever met Lupin-and yes, I know he's a werewolf, I was watching that night that Pettigrew (bloody bastard) was revealed. She's a wonderfully sweet girl, like I said, and she really loves her country. Countries, rather, as she was born in the U.K. yet grew up in the U.S. She said that when Voldemort is finally defeated-extremely optimistic, she-that she'd turn this whole bloody thing into a novel. She would too. She's also the only one-only-to know of my desertion. Naturally, I'm telling Snape, hoping he doesn't sell me out, but I owe it to the man, he was Mum's first lover.
And yet another thing. I'm getting tired of my father, always forcing his expectations on me. For example:
1.) Father wants me to be a good little angel. I went to the States over the summer and converted to Wicca.
2.) I absolutely refuse to follow Voldemort. He's above ground when he should be bellow. That's not healthy mentally.
3.) Various other things. Length of hair, my recently aquired tan-I look like a bleach-haired Ken doll, going surfer style.
Kori even convinced me to get an earing. I was tempted to get a tongue piercing as well, but I thought the better of it.
Father calls.
*
Draco groaned, heaving himself off the bed. "Tell my father that I'm coming, as soon as I get dressed."
"As you wish, young master." The butler nodded, walking out of the room.
"I can't wait until Hogwarts." He walked over to the closet, pulling on a pair of dark, baggy jeans over his boxers, then shrugged into an undershirt and an un buttoned overshirt. "This ought to make the old man mad enough." He walked out of his room, pausing a second as he realized something. "And I'm starting to sound like the Shrub herself." He jumped when something started to vibrate against his hip. "Oh yeah, she gave me this thing...." He trailed off, looking at the object that had been attached to the waistband of his jeans. "Now how do I turn it on..."
"Draco! Hey buddy, how ya been!?" Kori greeted him, and he jumped.
"Where the bloody fuck-"
"Dragon boy, have you ever heard of communication spells?" He could hear her grin. "And any way, I'm flying over the Atlantic right now...I have no idea where."
"Why are you flying over the Atlantic?" He clipped the phone back to his belt, placing a concealment charm so his father wouldn't see it.
"Remember that job offer I had received but refused to let you see?"
"Clear as a bell. I'm still curious as to what it is."
"I'm not going to tell you, yet. But it is in the U.K." He could just imagine the eighteen year old's grin. "Oh yeah, with this comunication spell, no one can hear me but you."
"That's good." He smiled. "Because I'm going to have a chat with my 'wonderful' father in a minute." He heard some one in the background. "Who else is with you?"
"My friend-" sounds of goose honking ensued after that phrase. "And an extremely large flock of cloud-geese. Excuse me, pardon us, COMING THROUGH!" She laughed as she seemed to dive right through. "Sorry, Drake, but cloud-geese are fun to chase."
"Sigh. You were saying?"
"Oh yes. My friend Serpentina. She's helping me with my job."
Draco sighed again. "Now, I'm entering the Dragon's lair, so I'm not going to respond to everything you say." He took a deep breath. "You wanted to see me sir?"
His father watched him, his fingers steepled and under his chin, elbows resting on the broad desk. "How would you feel about going to Hogwarts early? My friend Severus has said he is going to need help with a potion."
"I wouldn't mind."
"That's good. Now, a few things I must warn you about." Lucius smiled, a cold, evil smile. "If I get one bad report from Severus, you will be getting a visit from me. Is that understood."
Draco barely kept the growl out of his voice. "Yes, sir."
"Now, go say goodbye to your mother. I will be sending one of the houselves along."
Draco bowed, and left for his mothers chambers, releasing a low, soft growl. "I swear, I'll kill him."
"Draco, chill. Remember the Wiccan rede-'If it harm none, do what ye will'?"
"In perfect clarity. But I don't see how killing him will affect anything. the Dark Lord is considering making my father heir."
"What? Draco, I have to go. I'll call you later. And another thing, these will work at your school."
"Okay. See you later, I guess." He clicked off shortly after she did, then knocked on his mother's door. "Mum, it's me-"
"Draco? Come in." Her beautifully strong voice carried through the solid oak panel.
He smiled as he oppened the door to the Japanese dojo styled room. He loved it, here. Not many people knew this, with her Greek name, but her family was from the orient. She had inherited her pale skin and blonde hair from her part Veela mother. "Konitchiwa, mum." He bowed slightly, his hands clasped in front of him.
"Please, sit." She smiled, placing a small teakettle over a fire. "What made Lucius allow you to visit me?" Her kimono billowed in a slight breeze from the open garden. "And don't worry, my houselves are loyal to me, no matter what he does to them, plus I have warding charms. If he tries to listen, all he'll hear is what a 'mother' should be telling her son." She poured the tea into round, handleless cups, placing one infront of Draco.
"Oh Mum. What brought us to this? I know my personal metamorphosis happened in the states. But both of us? You deserve better." He took a calming sip of green tea.
"But if you can remember, I chose this life. I saw something in your father that he has now closed off. I wish, though, that he had listened to his wife, the person he said he'd loved. We might not be in this mess today."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you remember, two years ago, your third year DADA professor was Lupin?"
"Yes. He was good, even if he was a werewolf."
"Well, I knew him, James, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew, when we were children. I was in the same year as them-I even grew up in the same town as Sirius." Her eyes grew misty. "Sirius and I were great friends, until we went to school, and I was sorted into Slytherin. I desperately wanted to work with potions-" she grinned, then continued. "But, several years later, when He attacked the Potters, I was devastated to learn that Sirius was the traitor. I knew it wouldn't have been him. He couldn't even kill a fly, when we graduated. Azkaban must have changed him, though I think for the better."
"But how would have that changed the sitiuation?"
"Well, when Sirius was found to be innocent, the end of that year, and Pettigrew fled, he fled to our house. I begged Lucius not to give him shelter, but he did, and even told him where the Dark Lord was hiding. Lucius had been working to bring Him back to power."
Draco's eyes unfocused, and he looked at fluttering cherry petals as they landed in the garden. "I-I'm going to help the elves finish packing my stuff." He placed the porceilin cup on the table, then stood and left.
On with the story...
*
August 21, 1997.
I swear, If I don't get to Hogwarts soon, I'll scream. I doubt the houselves would like that...Which reminds me...I have a funny to-do list I came up with...a bit morbid, but oh well:
1.) Kill Dad. Hide Body.
2.) Convince Severus to marry Mum. Hopefully he'll be convinced, and Mummy agrees.
3.) Help golden-boy Potter and his trained Weasel kill Voldemort. Help Granger find a way to do so.
4.) Celebrate Victory.
5.) Kill Harry, make it look like someone else did.
6.) Marry Courtney.
That's another matter entirely, that last one. Courtney-other wise known as Kori, Luna, Philomena, Selene, Korky (her friend came up with that), Princess (and if she hears that, she'd kill me), Wolfie, Shrub (yet again, I'd die if she heard that) or Shorty (she's only 5'2", and compared to me, that's short)-is a wonderful girl, but we both agree, we are not marriage material. She goes more for werewolves, aliens, or vampires. ::Sigh:: I wonder what she'd do if she ever met Lupin-and yes, I know he's a werewolf, I was watching that night that Pettigrew (bloody bastard) was revealed. She's a wonderfully sweet girl, like I said, and she really loves her country. Countries, rather, as she was born in the U.K. yet grew up in the U.S. She said that when Voldemort is finally defeated-extremely optimistic, she-that she'd turn this whole bloody thing into a novel. She would too. She's also the only one-only-to know of my desertion. Naturally, I'm telling Snape, hoping he doesn't sell me out, but I owe it to the man, he was Mum's first lover.
And yet another thing. I'm getting tired of my father, always forcing his expectations on me. For example:
1.) Father wants me to be a good little angel. I went to the States over the summer and converted to Wicca.
2.) I absolutely refuse to follow Voldemort. He's above ground when he should be bellow. That's not healthy mentally.
3.) Various other things. Length of hair, my recently aquired tan-I look like a bleach-haired Ken doll, going surfer style.
Kori even convinced me to get an earing. I was tempted to get a tongue piercing as well, but I thought the better of it.
Father calls.
*
Draco groaned, heaving himself off the bed. "Tell my father that I'm coming, as soon as I get dressed."
"As you wish, young master." The butler nodded, walking out of the room.
"I can't wait until Hogwarts." He walked over to the closet, pulling on a pair of dark, baggy jeans over his boxers, then shrugged into an undershirt and an un buttoned overshirt. "This ought to make the old man mad enough." He walked out of his room, pausing a second as he realized something. "And I'm starting to sound like the Shrub herself." He jumped when something started to vibrate against his hip. "Oh yeah, she gave me this thing...." He trailed off, looking at the object that had been attached to the waistband of his jeans. "Now how do I turn it on..."
"Draco! Hey buddy, how ya been!?" Kori greeted him, and he jumped.
"Where the bloody fuck-"
"Dragon boy, have you ever heard of communication spells?" He could hear her grin. "And any way, I'm flying over the Atlantic right now...I have no idea where."
"Why are you flying over the Atlantic?" He clipped the phone back to his belt, placing a concealment charm so his father wouldn't see it.
"Remember that job offer I had received but refused to let you see?"
"Clear as a bell. I'm still curious as to what it is."
"I'm not going to tell you, yet. But it is in the U.K." He could just imagine the eighteen year old's grin. "Oh yeah, with this comunication spell, no one can hear me but you."
"That's good." He smiled. "Because I'm going to have a chat with my 'wonderful' father in a minute." He heard some one in the background. "Who else is with you?"
"My friend-" sounds of goose honking ensued after that phrase. "And an extremely large flock of cloud-geese. Excuse me, pardon us, COMING THROUGH!" She laughed as she seemed to dive right through. "Sorry, Drake, but cloud-geese are fun to chase."
"Sigh. You were saying?"
"Oh yes. My friend Serpentina. She's helping me with my job."
Draco sighed again. "Now, I'm entering the Dragon's lair, so I'm not going to respond to everything you say." He took a deep breath. "You wanted to see me sir?"
His father watched him, his fingers steepled and under his chin, elbows resting on the broad desk. "How would you feel about going to Hogwarts early? My friend Severus has said he is going to need help with a potion."
"I wouldn't mind."
"That's good. Now, a few things I must warn you about." Lucius smiled, a cold, evil smile. "If I get one bad report from Severus, you will be getting a visit from me. Is that understood."
Draco barely kept the growl out of his voice. "Yes, sir."
"Now, go say goodbye to your mother. I will be sending one of the houselves along."
Draco bowed, and left for his mothers chambers, releasing a low, soft growl. "I swear, I'll kill him."
"Draco, chill. Remember the Wiccan rede-'If it harm none, do what ye will'?"
"In perfect clarity. But I don't see how killing him will affect anything. the Dark Lord is considering making my father heir."
"What? Draco, I have to go. I'll call you later. And another thing, these will work at your school."
"Okay. See you later, I guess." He clicked off shortly after she did, then knocked on his mother's door. "Mum, it's me-"
"Draco? Come in." Her beautifully strong voice carried through the solid oak panel.
He smiled as he oppened the door to the Japanese dojo styled room. He loved it, here. Not many people knew this, with her Greek name, but her family was from the orient. She had inherited her pale skin and blonde hair from her part Veela mother. "Konitchiwa, mum." He bowed slightly, his hands clasped in front of him.
"Please, sit." She smiled, placing a small teakettle over a fire. "What made Lucius allow you to visit me?" Her kimono billowed in a slight breeze from the open garden. "And don't worry, my houselves are loyal to me, no matter what he does to them, plus I have warding charms. If he tries to listen, all he'll hear is what a 'mother' should be telling her son." She poured the tea into round, handleless cups, placing one infront of Draco.
"Oh Mum. What brought us to this? I know my personal metamorphosis happened in the states. But both of us? You deserve better." He took a calming sip of green tea.
"But if you can remember, I chose this life. I saw something in your father that he has now closed off. I wish, though, that he had listened to his wife, the person he said he'd loved. We might not be in this mess today."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you remember, two years ago, your third year DADA professor was Lupin?"
"Yes. He was good, even if he was a werewolf."
"Well, I knew him, James, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew, when we were children. I was in the same year as them-I even grew up in the same town as Sirius." Her eyes grew misty. "Sirius and I were great friends, until we went to school, and I was sorted into Slytherin. I desperately wanted to work with potions-" she grinned, then continued. "But, several years later, when He attacked the Potters, I was devastated to learn that Sirius was the traitor. I knew it wouldn't have been him. He couldn't even kill a fly, when we graduated. Azkaban must have changed him, though I think for the better."
"But how would have that changed the sitiuation?"
"Well, when Sirius was found to be innocent, the end of that year, and Pettigrew fled, he fled to our house. I begged Lucius not to give him shelter, but he did, and even told him where the Dark Lord was hiding. Lucius had been working to bring Him back to power."
Draco's eyes unfocused, and he looked at fluttering cherry petals as they landed in the garden. "I-I'm going to help the elves finish packing my stuff." He placed the porceilin cup on the table, then stood and left.