Their Anthem and Our Anthem
Chapter One
Draco Malfoy sat on his green and silver colored bed, his bright blue-grey eyes off in another world. His pale, blonde locks swirling in circles on his forehead.
Downstairs, he heard his parents bickering, most likely about Voldemort. See, his mother, Narcissa Malfoy doesn't believe in the Dark Lord. She wants Lucius to become a spy, which could be just as dangerous, if not more, than being a death eater. His father, Lucius Malfoy on the other hand, was known throughout the wizarding world as a big Voldemort supporter.
Draco sighed as the quarrel drew on and turned over onto his back. He stared at the high vaulted ceiling, which was sculpted beautifully. 'Too bad it was done with magic,' he thought, his thoughts wandering off.
He hadn't decided whether he wanted to be a death eater or not. He doesn't really care what either of his parents thinks, but he still want to keep his reputation straight, so that obviously means being a death eater.
Most wizards and witches would think the Malfoy family to be totally together and organized, since they are so wealthy and so "perfect". But Draco knew his family was far from that. His father was brutal and rough to his wife and son. Though, he bought them everything they could ever dream of, it was a bribe and Draco knew it. His mother did whatever Lucius did, but only because if she didn't, she would get punished by Lucius and who knows what he would do to her, if he was mad enough.
Draco sighed again, rolled his eyes and got off of his bed. Making his way to his desk, he pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill.
He sat in his desk chair, that he usually sat in to study or often late at night, like tonight, listening to his parents fight.
Staring at the empty paper before him, he knew that he had to tell someone about this so-called "life" of his and how horrible it was to be a Malfoy. Weighing the chances, he decided to not reveal himself; if he did, who knows who could find this.
Picking up his quill, he opened his bottle of ink and dipped the end of the quill into it.
Thinking again of how much trouble he would be in if Lucius found out, he put the quill to the paper and quickly scribbled:
"Dear Whoever Finds This,
Hi, and thank you so much for taking some of your time to read this letter.
I won't tell you my name, but I will tell you about me.
First, I hate my family. They show me no respect, but could buy the world for me. But they don't really care. My father is pretty well known (not particularly in a good way). Right now, I'm going into my seventh year at famous wizarding school.
I have many enemies, whom I am very jealous of. But please don't tell ANYONE. They all have a family or at least people who care about them. I, have no one. No one I can trust at all, well, maybe our house elves, but someone of my standard would look pitiful talking to them. I often pick on them, in other words, they would never suspect me of being jealous.
Anyway, more about my family. I can hear my mother and father fighting downstairs, even though our manor is huge, I can hear every word clearly. Mostly they fight about me and my future. My mother doesn't like things my father likes and it creates a big mess. My mum doesn't want me to be a death eater and my father insists that is my future. I don't know what I want.
Well, thanks again for listening to me complain about this world I'm in and if you feel like replying to me, please do so.
Farwell and Good Luck to You!
Sincerely,
Dark or Light?"
Hermione finished reading.
She gaped at the page. Who was this person and did she possibly know them? How come they chose her to send this to?
Quite wearily, she took out her own sheet of parchment and began to write.
"Dear Dark or Light,
Wow, I'm so sorry about your situation. You know, you sound a lot like this boy at my school, he's always picking on my friends and I.
But anyway, more on the problem at hand. The only advice I have for you is to follow your heart and do what would make YOU happy. Don't worry about what your parents think, or your professors, or your friends. Consider them, but don't make your whole decision based on their opinion.
Out of curiosity, which school do you go to? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but I would just like to know.
Good Luck and Thanks for the Luck in my Own Life,
Sincerely,
The One And Only Book Lover"
Hermione smiled wearily and rolled up her letter and turned to the impatient midnight black owl, waiting on the windowsill.
Hermione carefully tied the letter to its leg and it took off so quickly, Hermione let out a small screech.
The bushy haired girl watched as the owl soared away into the morning light.
Just then, Hermione's mother walked into Hermione's room. Hermione turned in surprise.
"Good morning!" her mom said, half smiling.
Hermione smiled and nodded.
"Dear," her mom continued, "breakfast is ready, so come downstairs for your last meal with us." Hermione watched as her mom stifled a loud sniff and dabbed at her eyes.
Hermione walked across her gray carpet to her trying-not-to-cry mother. Putting a comforting arm, around her mother's shoulders, she turned to look her in the eyes.
"Oh, mother," she said, smiling softly, "it won't be our last meal together. We have plenty more to look forward to." Her mother excepted one more squeeze before opening her mouth to say something. Quickly changing her mind, she shut it.
Hermione noticed this and said, curious, "What is it?" In her mind, wondering what her mom was about to say. She looked into her mother's green eyes with her hazel ones.
"Mother?" Her mom hadn't said a word, but kept dabbing her eyes, though no tears had escaped yet.
Her mother sensed Hermione's inquisitiveness and quickly changed the subject.
"Oh, it's nothing, dear, really. I'm just an over sensitive mother, that's all." She smiled a fake smile and gave Hermione a quick squeeze before striding towards the door. When she reached it, she turned around to see Hermione had not moved, still giving her mum an odd look.
Her mother cocked her head, as if nothing was wrong and quickly strode off down the hall.
Hermione sighed an annoyed sigh and followed her mother down the sunlight lit hall.
"Draco!"
Draco Malfoy lay in a doze on his messy, unmade bed. He had heard his mom call him, but he didn't care. He was deep in thought and had barely gotten any sleep the night before with all the yells coming from his parents' bedroom.
"DRACO!" The voice floated into his room as did a small, pitiful looking house elf.
A tap came from one of Draco's many windows, lining the back of his humongous room.
Draco had never run over there so quickly.
"Sir… Young Master Malfoy?"
Too busy yanking the window open to hear, Draco watched his black owl, Midnight soared in.
Noticing a missive tied to his foot, he grabbed it and jerked it forcefully, breaking the string and the letter coming directly into his hands.
Just as it landed so unmercifully into his hands, Draco's double doors leading into the hall whammed open.
In sauntered a very angry Narcissa Malfoy.
"DRACO! What in the damn wizarding world have you been doing up here? Haven't you heard me calling? After I gave up on you, I sent Sird up here to get you," she yelled, pointing to the house elf, standing, head down, to her right, "which as you can plain see, that didn't work either!"
By the time she had finished, Draco turned red, angrily.
"MOTHER! I was just writing to my friends! You over react so damn much, woman that I can't stand it! Calm down!" Draco cried, trying to follow his own advice.
Narcissa didn't take well to this, as being told what to do by her seventeen year old son. Her brow furrowed and she also went even redder.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy! I will NOT be spoken to like that! And watch your language!" She finished, huffing and simply seething, "Your father is waiting in the dining room and you know how he gets…" Her voice wavered, as if scared, or frightened, but she dared not show it.
Draco nodded, still ready to point out that she also needed to watch her language, seeing that she swore too, but decided to let her off the hook this time and when she was scolding him later, he would bring it up.
Narcissa sighed an upset sigh and turned on her heel, obviously expecting Draco to follow her. He did and gave the whimpering house elf an odd look before exiting his room.
Author's Note: Hello Friends and thanks for taking the time to read my first chapter! I hope you liked it – Please Review!
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-Angel12345