A/N Soo this is my first fanfic. Cha Cha xD
Anyways, I'm a Dramione shipper (hopefully I spelled it right) but I always thought it would be great if there was a female version of Draco.
After chapter 1, this book is staged during the begin of the 6th book/movie: the Half-Blood Prince, and it ends at the end of the Deathly Hallows.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own ANY of Harry Potter (but I wish I did D;) The only things I own is anything I make-up in this story that wasn't in the books, my OC Audrey, and any other OC's I might make along the way.
So, anyways, enjoy! ;)
The Elder Locket.
Prologue I:
"HARRY NOW!"
"NOOOOOOO!"
The locket wrapped around the wand and it seemed to increase in power a hundred times.
Harry smiled, and put more confidence into his magic.
The magic of the Elder Wand overpowered the wand of the other.
Lord Voldemort fell to the ground and screeched for the last time.
And died a quiet yet rapid death.
Death is a funny thing.
That is what Audrey Wright thought as blood flowed out of her chest and onto the floor surrounding her.
People say that you are born for a reason, and that your mission in life was to find that reason.
But what happens when you've found that reason?
Do you just go off and die? Do you welcome death?
Audrey smiled sadly as this, and other thoughts filled her head.
Her vision began to foggy. And though she could barely see now, she made out a tall, masculine figure making his way towards her.
He bent down at her level, but said nothing.
He had a sad look in his eyes.
"Look on the bright side, Draco. Now you don't have a weak spot." Audrey chuckled, as if it would make everything that much better.
Draco stared at her with a horrified expression. But he wouldn't cry. That wasn't like him, anyways.
Audrey Beatrix Wright took in the world one last time.
Before she closed her eyes.
For good, this time.
Prologue II:
Narrator:
Dear Readers,
Life simply wasn't simple for Audrey Wright.
She grew up in a muggle home; was raised by muggle parents; was taught everything and anything that had to do with the muggle way of life. She was, indeed, a perfect example of an ordinary, teenage muggle.
Except, of course, for one small detail: She wasn't a muggle.
She was a witch.
And for all you muggles currently reading this, I do not mean the type of witches with green skin and warts.
Quite frankly, she was the complete opposite. She had beautiful, luscious black locks of hair that framed her heart-shaped face perfectly. Normally, a black-haired girl would have black eyes. But Audrey wasn't black-eyed nor was she chocolate. She was a beautiful, bright blue-eyed girl with a slight tan and a cute little nose.
Not only was she beautiful, but she was talented. Gifted, some may say.
Cursed, others might say
But now's not the time to get into that. I, the narrator, have but one task and one task only: to tell her story one page at a time.
And page one starts with a young, blonde-haired boy named Draco Malfoy.
Your Narrator and Storyteller,
Daffodil Longbottom. (Daffodil Longbottom)
Chief Editor of the Quibbler;
Daughter of Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom.
Chapter 1: Memory Lane
Draco POV:
"You despicable, insolent, little COCKROACH!"
"Oh? Is that a threat? Why don't you run to your little mummy?"
"Maybe I will and you will finally learn to shut your trap!"
"Well, your mummy won't help you, will she? Guess you'll have to change your diaper all by yourself today." I shot back, flashing my signature smirk extensively in the process. I had her there.
However, to be honest, my mind wasn't really revolving around what to say back, or what prank to pull next on my irritating cousin, or whether or not I should say something that would make even the most feared wizard weep.
It was summer, but every day it was inching closer and closer to fall. Since I had turned 11 a couple of months back, I was finally old enough to go to Hogwarts.
Not that it was such a big deal. After all, my father had said that Hogwarts was just a school for simpleton wizards. He always believed I was too good to be sent there.
Nonetheless, there I was: Mid-August, standing in the courtyard of Malfoy Manor with my bratty cousin, Audrey, weeks away from boarding the Hogwarts Express.
We were both the same age, so she would be eligible to go to Hogwarts, as well. But it seems like her mother has other plans. I always knew she'd be shipped off to some mental institution. Honestly. The girl was a complete nuisance.
She squinted her eyes and flashed me one of her infamous looks, before tossing her hair and running off. I scoffed. Good. She was starting to annoy me.
Oh, I'd almost forgotten. I haven't really given much "background" to the story. Like, why I despised Audrey so much. Or why I think I'm too good for Hogwarts. Now, as much as I'd love to tell you a long list of reasons of why I loathed her, I must resist the urge. Just believe me when I say she's completely mental.
"Draco. It's time for supper." I glanced towards the patio where my mother was beckoning me to come inside. I responded with the usual: yes, mother; of course, mother; I'll be right there, mother.
Frankly, if I've learned anything in my 11 years, it's that kissing up to your parents is the most ingenious thing you will ever do. You can get whatever you want whenever you want and you don't have your parents "checking up" on you every 5 bloody seconds. It's perfect.
Moving on to Hogwarts. Well, if you ask me, pure-bloods get it better. That's just the way it is. School included. You can go ahead and call me an arrogant git. I know what I am and I'm proud of it.
"Oi, Draco! Lose Something?" Audrey screeched from above. I jumped. Merlin's beard, that girl needed to be locked up! Far away from me. In Azkaban, if they're willing to take her.
I looked up and saw her sitting in a tree a few yards away. I cursed under my breath once I saw what she was dangling from her fingertips: my broomstick.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to go through other people's things, you filthy hag!" I yelled in her face. Well, theoretically, er- YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
Audrey smirked and played with my broomstick. Bloody hell. There was only one thing I, Draco Malfoy, couldn't do. And that was climbing trees.
And it was just my luck that Audrey happened to be a skilled tree-climber.
I watched as she laughed and jumped down from the tree.
While she was in the air, her locket flew up from underneath her robes and grazed her cheek. Another thing strange about her. She always seemed to be wearing that locket. Day and night. I swear, she even wore it when she bathed.
How revolting.
Audrey tossed the broomstick back and forth between her hands as she made her way towards me. I swear, if she broke it...
She looked at me again, with that same mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Some might call it a bit uncanny but I found it intriguing. I don't know why, but it was quite captivating.
Suddenly, the broomstick was in the air and it fell gracefully into my hands. I grasped it firmly. She was not getting her hands on it again.
"Oh, relax Draco. I was just teasing. Lighten up." She replied, nonchalantly. Teasing? Well, my dear Audrey, two can play that game.
As I started to make my way towards the hall I noticed Audrey was trailing along behind me. Before I knew it, she was right next to me.
"What do you think you're doing?" I blurted out. Her closeness was a bit too much out of my comfort zone. She stopped and faced me.
"What does it look like? I'm walking towards the dining hall." She replied, attempting to look as innocent as possible. I snorted and rolled my eyes. Oh, please. That was never going to work on me.
However, despite her insanity, I guess Audrey has a couple of good points as well. She was completely aggravating, irritating, and a prick. However, she's the closest thing I ever got to a sister. The way I see it, is that if she wasn't around, I'd have no one to annoy. I mean, who else could I? Dobby? Please. Where's the fun in that?
She's an extremely thick-headed person who won't take no as an answer, as well. But I suppose that could be useful when I'm trying to get something from someone.
And oddly enough, through all that insanity, she smelled nice. She always hand an aura of lavender that surrounded her. My knowing her distinct scent might be a bit disturbing, but I have my reasons of knowing.
I smirked. And than I stole her scarf and ran towards the dining hall.
"Draco! You vile little-Oh when I get my hands on you, you won't live to see the day!"
My laughter filled the air.
No POV:
Draco's laughter echoed off of the walls of Malfoy Manor.
Luscious Malfoy stood facing the window, monitoring his son's behavior. But secretly, Draco wasn't the only one he was watching. A certain black-haired girl had caught his eyes today.
Luscious knew of her locket. She wore it everyday and when asked she refused to take it off. If that wasn't strange enough, no one knew where she got it from. Her own mother was puzzled. It was a curious thing.
Draco's laughter echoed in the halls once again. He knew Draco would never admit it, but it was obvious he cared for the girl, despite the face that they were cousins.
"What do you plan on doing with her?" He stated emotionlessly, still facing the window.
"Whatever I have to. She was only an experiment, Luscious. To see what would happen if the blood of two powerful warlocks were mixed. To see if their offspring was gifted and invincible. It's been 11 bloody years and I'm tired of dealing with that brat. Besides, it was the dark lord's orders she'd be disposed of if she had no use."
Luscious Malfoy then finally turned to face Bellatrix Lestrange. His sister-in-law. She was an interesting being, but had a frightening edge to her. If anyone every asked her whether or not she'd be a mother 12 years ago, she would have laughed and wiped them off the face of the Earth.
And yet, here she was. The great Bellatrix Lestrange. The mother of Audrey Beatrix No-Last-Name. Luscious chuckled. His sister-in-law had demanded Audrey not to be related to her nor her father because she was a failure.
Not that the poor child was a squib. She just never lived up to the expectations of her...parents. Luscious turned back towards the window.
"Do you still think about it? Her locket?" He questioned, eyes glued to Draco and Audrey running around and laughing outside. Bellatrix clucked her tongue.
"No. I don't have time to thing of such silly things. But if the issue gets in my way, I'll rip it off her little neck with my bare hands and destroy it myself." She cackled.
Luscious closed his eyes and sighed. He expected nothing less than a disturbing response from her.
"Master." Came a new voice, from the outskirts of the room. Luscious didn't even bother to face the speaker.
"What do you want, elf, and be quick about it." He snapped.
"An owl has arrived for Master Draco, sir." Luscious finally turned to face a bowing Dobby. He squinted his eyes.
"Regarding?"
"His...acceptance to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...sir." Luscious sighed once again. Hogwarts. What a sad excuse of a school.
"Very well, then. Now, be gone, elf. I don't wish to see your face for the rest of the day." He snapped back, harshly.
"Yes, Master." Dobby replied, sheepishly before he ran out the room.
Luscious thought for a moment, and then said,
"When is she leaving?"
"Tomorrow. Or tonight. But I honestly don't see why we just can't kill her."
"Because, dear Bellatrix," He replied, sarcastically, "she might develop powers and skills as she grows older. Then she might be useful." He smirked. He was talking to a cabbage.
"Fine, then. She leaves tomorrow. Good riddance, I say." Bellatrix replied, happily.
And then, Luscious Malfoy turned towards the window and looked at Audrey Beatrix No-Last-Name for the last time.
And then she disappeared around a corner.
A/N: Whew, first chapter! I know it's short, but it's only a memory, hence the title, "Memory Lane."
More chapters to be posted soon! R&R (if you want to...no forcing here xD) Oh! And flames are TOTALLY accepted! After all, how can you improve without them? ;)
Cha cha cha :D
-WBTL