CONTAINS MASSIVE HARRY POTTER 7 SPOILERS!
Disclaimer majority of the spell, phrases and characters are property of J.K Rowling… enjoy
A large chair sat off to the side in front of a small desk in the massive bedroom that played host to a single 17-year-old boy. The large black and green chair that he sat in had silver snakes wrapping around the armrests on either side of the chair, the faces of the snakes were held tightly by the cold and pale hands of Draco Malfoy.
He realized his tight grip and wiped away the fresh tears that were sliding down his pale, pointed and bleeding face. He winced as his long slender fingers touched the gasp in the side of his face. His mother was yet to see the mark the dark lord had given him. He had been brutally punished constantly ever since he fled Hogwarts with Professor Snape two months ago. He thought of the dead Dumbledore, he could have killed him and saved himself from this torture but like Dumbledore said, he wasn't evil. Now he knew it better than ever, he really wasn't evil and he couldn't kill.
After two months of thinking about his old headmasters words and now finally believing them, he began to bear the horrible torturing from the dark lord.
"Draco dear?" Narcissa, his mother, called from behind his door, "are you ok?" she asked before opening the door with a wave of her wand. Before the large, snake engraved door opened he dried his eyes and put on his emotionless visage and stared blankly at his mother.
As she walked towards her son her eyes searching his face, as always she saw the obvious changes in his appearance that had appeared during his previous year at Hogwarts, and now they were more pronounced than ever, since the dark lord took it upon himself to constantly punish Draco for his failure. His gray eyes were surrounded by dark lines, his sweet face was now more sunken with all the weight he had loss from stress.
Once she was in front of her son she knelt down in front of his chair and tapped his jaw line with her wand, the skin weaving back together.
Her soft gray eyes looked back into his as they began to fill with soft tears, "why me mother, I only did it to protect you… it hurts so bad," he said as he looked away, flashes of his brutal torture at the hands of the dark lord made him wince as more tears came.
Narcissa straightened up in front of her son and held him tight in her arms as he silently wept. She to began to cry, it was true, and he was tortured constantly for attempting to kill the greatest wizard besides the dark lord, just to save her and her husband Luscious from a fate worst than death. Her son had given so much for her every night that he was taken to the dark lord she waited outside the dark lords bedroom as the cruciatous curse was repeated placed on him, throwing him around the dark lords chambers, his screams echoing through out the mansion. It broke her heart but she waited for her son to be thrown out of the room onto the ground before her.
"I hate to interrupt mistress Malfoy," the little house elf dobby said with a deep bow, then addressed Draco "and young master Malfoy" he said with another deep bow, "but a young lady is here to see young master Malfoy," finished the house elf before backing away vanishing into the kitchens. Draco separated himself from his mothers arms and stood from his thrown like chair. He glanced up at the top right hand corner of his bedroom, above witch the Dark lord slept. With a shiver he turned to his mother, who pointed her wand to her son's face, with a whip, his tears were gone and his eyes were dry. With a week smile he walked into the waiting room.
His manor was grand, there was a total or 30, fully furnished rooms, two studies, 31 bathrooms, and sat on 3 acres of land. The walls were all painted white, and mostly filled with portraits of family members and friends. He walked down the short flight of stairs (they ere actually quite long, but were enchanted to be quickly assessable depending on which floor you wanted). At the bottom floor there were long lounges or white and silver fur surrounding the fireplace.
In front of the blazing blue fire stood a girl, or a lady, whichever you prefer, she stood straight, her shining black hair ended just below her shoulders and she wore a long dark red velvet robe. At his arrival she turned to greet the young heir to the Malfoy name.
She had a slender face, perfectly chiseled, sharp cheeks, soft elegant lips, a slightly pale face that clashed with her dark hair, and a single silver eye and a light blue one. Her grin broadened to show perfectly crafted teeth. She dropped her small backpack and ran towards Draco and threw her arms around him.
"Draco!" she cried in a steady slightly different English accent, "it's been so long!" she said as she clung to him tighter.
With a dumbfounded expression plastered to his face he stumbled out-"le-Levina?" he almost whispered.
She broke her grip from him but still held his shoulders, "my god, you look so much different" she cried again taking in his appearance for the first time in 7 years, he still had his whitish blonde hair, his welcoming gray eyes, and his sharp features. He was wearing a black and silver clock and stood an entire head taller than her. His only reaction was he grabbed her and hugged her again.
He guided her over to the sofa, "so what have you been doing all this time? Were did you go?" he questioned her still holding tightly to her hand, afraid it might be a dream that would just fade away like smoke.
She smiled again, her eyes never leaving his, "well my parents decided that Hogwarts wasn't fit for me, to many mud-bloods, so they sent me somewhere more 'selective' in there choosing, so we moved to Australia and they sent me to Elentia, school for witches, its like the Drumstrang for girls," she said with a sly smile, "so I went there for 6 years, then with everything happening here with the dark lord, my parents came as soon as they could, to return to the dark lords side 2 years ago. They were never official death eaters so were never branded so only recently have they been able to roam free to search for him he is still hiding though. When everything changed here, Elentia was closed and I came back to find you, and maybe my parents," she said with a smile, " but what about you, you've been here were all the action is, common tell me what's happening here!"
His smiled faded ad for the first time since he saw her he looked away from her, into the blazing blue fire. "When the dark lord returned, my family beckoned his call, he rose back to his full power and my father did anything he could for him. My father was captured by the ministry and was only released recently. Myself, my mother and my father are currently loyal servants to the dark lord," he said looking somewhat remorseful as he lifted his sleeve to show the dark mark on his left wrist. She removed her hand from his and traced her fingers around the mark without touching the mark itself, a soft smile upon her face, "your parents were found recently and are also death eaters."
She looked up to him, her smile still in tact, "do you know were I can find him, or my parents?" she asked, still smiling.
With a deep breath he sighed, "no, Levina, im sorry I haven't seen him for a long time, I don't know were he is staying," he said before looking back into her eyes, the lie tasting horrible on his lips, a small pouting look on his features. A single tear fell, he looked back into her eyes, his torture once again flashed before him, and the high crewel laugh of the dark lord reverberating threw his ears, forcing him to look away.
Finally her soft smile broke, she lifted her hand and wiped away the tear that had fallen and turned his head towards her as she leaned closer to him. He lifted his hand and wrapped it around her neck to pull his swiftly closer to him with a sudden passion as they began to make out.
"Im proud of you Draco," said a cold harsh voice from behind him. Immediately he realized Levina and turned to his master, his pale face ghostly white, his eyes large and scared as he looked into the piercing red eyes of the dark lord, "such lust and you lied straight to her face about me," he said with an evil smile, "im proud of you, you kept the important stuff out though, at least you did that right," finished the dark lord still smiling with a malicious grin on his face.
Draco just sat there staring at his master, the only thoughts he could think of were 'don't take her away, anyone but her.' He realized he was staring and dropped his gaze to the dark lords robes, shaking slightly.
Levina stood quickly, her movements much slower than how long it too the dark lord to remove his wand; she still kept his gaze, a smile back on her face. She knelt to her hands and knees before the dark lord and dropped her gaze, his wand pointed at her lowered head before him, "my lord, I am your humble servant, ask of me what you will as my parents beckon your call themselves" she said to the ground before her.
With a slick smile the dark lord spoke "it you wish to become a death eater young lady, you will have to prove yourself to me, you must show me no fear," he paused and scratched his chin, "what blood do you have? Look me in the eyes when you talk," the dark lord asked before continuing,
She raised her soft silver and blue eyes to greet his red ones, the smile still on her face, "pure-blood my lord, 63 recorded generations or pure blood." She said while staring him straight into his eyes. Her only response was a smile, then a loud pop as he disaperated out of the manor.
After a few seconds that Levina used to straighten herself, Draco came to his senses, "are you flaming mad?" he cried as he grabbed her by the arm and wrenched her to her feet, "he'll torture you, physically and mentally for the smallest most insignificant failures, even if you didn't do them! You don't see, you don't know, you…" he screamed at her tears or fear and anger lined his eyes that reflected the emotion just as well as the tears themselves.
Her eyes lined with tears, but only anger flared in hers, " I do get it, I know better than you think! Back at Elentia I was under the exact same treatment, the tiniest mistake and you were tortured with the cruciatous curse, everything had to be perfect, I now barely even feel the torture curse I've grown so accustomed to its pain!" after a pause she added in a softer tone, almost a whisper, "I did it to protect you as best I could,"
Both fear and anger drained from his face, only to be replaced by confusion, "how'd you know?" was all he said.
"In Elentia we are taught that magic is in the blood, not just the wand, it is only an instrument used to release the magic, but it is not needed. After a while I began to understand, I began to see things I couldn't control. When I looked in peoples eyes I saw their memories, eventually began to control the ability, I began to limit when I saw what I did. Now it only happens when I look into someone's eyes when they show a powerful emotion, im thrown into their memories in the instant, im shown why they feel the way they do, before the second is gone I could have seen a years worth of suffering. When I looked in your eyes, I saw pain. I saw you being tortured for not being able to kill a man; I saw it go on for days. You have to see that I can't just stand around and not be by your side when I know that these things are happening to you! At least now ill be closer, I can take the blame for things, I can help you, protect you." She gasped for air after the long speech "please, let me help you," she said as more tears rippled down her cheeks.
Draco took her in his arms and held her against his body tightly, "its to late now, all we can do is help each other… I wont let you take my punishment, but ill help you best I can," she pulled away to complain but was stopped by his lips pressed against hers.
Tears of joy sprung to the eyes of a couple in the center of the room as they held each other as their daughter was tied to the chair in the middle of the room. The young girl held an emotionless face, her eyes blue and green that sat behind her shoulder length black and red hair.
The dark lord walked into the room, the hole room becoming client with his mere presence, the only noise was the joyful sobbing of Levina's parents. "Ah dear Levina, you look different, you never mentioned you were a metamorphmagus, I may have use for you yet." The bindings around her arms and legs tightened as he stepped closer to her, "tell me about this ability, not that I wont find out soon enough," he said with a grim smile.
She inclined her head in a bow, "I cannot change dramatically I am only a novice, but I can change my hair color and eye color,"
"Hmm, lets begin then" said the dark lord as he pointed his phoenix wand at her head and called out, "legilimens," with a sadistic humor.
A young black haired girl was running around the large Malfoy manor, young Draco close at her heals as they played tag, Levina waving her hand causing books to go flying behind her at Draco, who expertly dodged them.
'Change, change!' she cried at the age of 8, her hair slowly added one blonde streak.
Levina being ripped away from Draco by means of magic before her and her parent's disaperated into nothingness arriving in Australia seconds later, Levina gasping for breath.
Levina constantly being tortured by teachers at Elentia, for 6 years constantly until the pain was almost bearable.
Levina using spells she had newly mad up on a first year student who had only just made it into the school, a pureblood only by the smallest amount. With a wave of her wand the girl was sent sprawling unconscious with a broken arm and small grazes all over her body, twitching as tears poured from her eyes, like a horrendous pain all in her mind. Levina lost interest quickly and left the girl on the ground
A weird black cloud descended onto the dark lord as he plunged into her memories before being thrown into a new one, here she was being left by her parents who were beaming about his return as they left to find him. A flash of white light then he was thrown back into his own mind.
After a few seconds of collecting himself, subduing his glee of the presence of a new mind he looked into her sweating shallow face. "Not bad Levina," said the dark lord as his eyes flashed, "what was that spell I saw you use on the first grader?" asked the dark lord as the bonds around her writs began to loosen.
Levina collapsed to the floor as soon as her bonds would free her. Draco stepped foreword, only to be joined by the dark lord, he instantly stepped back to his place in the circle. The dark lord lifter her left hand and touched her wrist with his wand. The only thing that moved was her eyes that snapped open, white as dead, tears cascading down them. Before collapsing again to the floor as soon as the dark lord removed his wand.
Before the dark lord had stepped away Draco rushed to her side and picked her up, bridal style and went to carry her out of the room. He himself had the same thing happen to him and seen it done many times, he knew the ritual was over as he carried her to her room to rest.
AN/ hey this is just of corse my version of what hapened during the 7th book for draco.