Authors Note: Okay, so I'm trying something new, but I'm going to keep Draco, I know Draco Malfoy does not actually belong to me but to JK Rowling (Lucky Woman), but I am going to use him like a whore, as in often! Oh that was terrible. Anyway back to the point, I'm using Draco as my main character again, and likely, as with most of my Draco-fics, He will probably end up with Harry, although I might just throw everyone off my trail by partnering him with Ron, IDK. If you like this story please let me know, because I might do more, but if you read it and don't like it, don't be a meanie and leave three pages worth of Hating Review, it's just not nice! That being said Please Review, a little revision is completly okay, I just don't like it when people tell me they hate my story first thing and then continue to rant for three pages about every 'mistake' and error I made. I know I have some stuff I need to revise, but why write such a long review if you didn't even like the overall story? IDK why people can be so mean! Anyway, I've ranted long enough ENJOY:
The great Harry Potter, Son of King James of Griffon and Queen Lily of the North, had taken back his throne. As the news spread far and wide, all the kingdoms rejoiced, all except the Southern Kingdom. The Southern Kingdom wanted to rejoice, but fear that the new king would commit to war was strong. It was well known that the King Lucius had signed a treaty with the old Lord, whom had stolen the throne by poisoning the old King and Queen. It sounded terrible, but from where the Southern Kingdom sat, there had been no hope since the young prince had disappeared the night his parents died. They wouldn't have done it but the old Lord had somehow discovered the Southern Kingdoms secret.
A sickness, much like the Plague had swept through the Kingdom, and before they could figure out some sort of cure or even realize what was happening, over three-fourths of their populace had died, most of those who died where young men, meaning the country was left with virtually no army and no workers, if the women hadn't bucked up and started tending the fields, they would have all starved. The few surviving royalties had been forced to drop their proper pretenses, even the great families learned to do an honest mans labor.
So when the news finally reached the Southern Kingdom, there was no rejoicing.
The whole Southern Kingdom held their breath in fear as the first month past, the few remaining young men, banded together to create what they called the Royal Force, since they were lead by Prince Draco Malfoy. The Royal Force kept up a patrol to keep on the lookout for troops, they devised a way to communicate so that in a matter of minutes those in the palace would know if they were invading and could flee into the underground passages.
When a messenger arrived, many feared the worse. The young man delivering the missive refused to hand it over to anyone other than one of the Royal Family, only relenting when Prince Draco Malfoy showed him his ring with his family crest. They were surprised but not relieved when they read the missive. Dumbledore, head of the Order, the mighty church that had monasteries in every Kingdome, had called for a meeting to discuss peace treaties and the missive stated that Royalties from all the other countries would be present. The locations of the meetings was 'conveniently' located at Hogwarts, one of the most renowned castles for it sat in the middle of the four major countries. The Castle sat on an impenetrable island just above the Southern Kingdome's Northern Border, so the only thing separating The Southern Kingdom and the likely accumulating troops, was the Valley of death.
As if that new was not grim enough, just a night before the missive arrive King Lucius had suffered a fall from his horse, he was still hanging on but he couldn't even stand much less travel. Queen Narcissa was still alive and well, but she had been one of the first to take ill, and her once remarkably beautiful face had been marked with scars from the festering boils that came with the sickness. In fact most of the Royal Family who had survived had been marked.
The few old enough to go to court were rounded up. Prince Draco Malfoy would represent the crown. Pansy Parkinson was the only of six siblings to survive the sickness, and was the only female Royal not marked. She would represent her father, the widower Duke Parkinson, the owner of the most land next to the Royal Family. Theodore Nott would be promoted to Commander of the Militia, due to the fact that he was the only surviving militia not marked and with a decent lineage to boot. Crabbe and Goyle were simple farmers, but they were strong brutes and faithfully loyal to Prince Draco, so they were deemed the new Knights, although Draco had to give them hours of practice before either could ride a horse properly. Blaise Zambini, Draco Malfoy's bosom buddy and his low born half brother, was given the title Royal Advisor, because other then Pansy, Blaise was the only one he trusted to give their honest opinion and thoughtful advice. Millicent was a wretched sight to look on but she was the perfect lady in waiting, making Pansy appear deceptively beautiful. Severus Snape, and old hermit, had agreed to take the position of the Southern Kingdome's Head Priest. Which made up their procession.