J.M.J.
Silver Tears
Chapter 1
Malfoy Manor
Draco sat alone in his bedroom hiding from the screams downstairs. He didn't want to get involved like last time. He looked down at his shoulder and remembered every move that was made and every scream that was yelled that day. There was a hideous bruise that covered his left shoulder that his father gave to him when he tried to stop him from hurting his mother again.
"I KNOW YOU DID IT, NARCISSA!" came the calls from downstairs. He could almost hear his mother's tears hit the green granite floor. Draco pulled his pillow over his ears as he tried to concentrate on something still. He read a book to ease his pain and to comfort his heart. He didn't want to listen. He didn't want to hear it!
"LUCIUS STOP!" he heard his mother scream. Her scream was so loud not even his pillow could cover it up. It wouldn't even drown out the sound of pictures falling and glass breaking. Draco knew what was happening down stairs, but he didn't want to believe it. It always happened in the Malfoy Manor, every second of every hour did Draco have to hide.
He crept to his window slowly; he just had to get away from those horrid shrieks of pain that were echoing from his mother's lips. He opened his window and slid down the pipe until he reached the soft ground. He could still hear the fight, so he ran hard and fast. When he was far enough to not hear them he found himself at his old swing-set. Malfoy went down memory lane, as he remembered when he didn't have to know his father's monstrous side. His mom and dad would always push him so contently on that swing. Malfoy sat on it softly as he recalled those years forgotten.
He sat at least two hours on that swing until he decided that it was time to go back home. After crawling through his window he went downstairs, only to find his father at his desk in his office going over paper work for the Ministry. He then found his mother in the kitchen helping the house elves. Her hair was disgruntled and her tears were dried on her apron.
"Hogwarts Train leaves tomorrow, dear," she said softly as if hoping that he hadn't heard that terrifying display that had finished only yet two minutes before.
"Yes, I know," he ran over to his mother and gave her a hug as he whispered, "I love you." The only woman that could make his heart melt was his mother. The only thing that he loved was that lady that was in his arms. She was the only thing that made him happy, that made him feel whole, safe, and alive. This was the woman to give him birth, and his only parent that gave him love, that said he could be and do anything he wanted and that whatever it would be... he would be great.
"Draco!" he heard his father's menacing voice flow downs the halls to where he was.
"Coming, father," he replied trying not to act nervous. He knew he didn't have to be scared of his father the only time he would hurt him was if he got in the way of him and his mother, but there was always that fear in his soul that made him wonder if his father would change his mind and bang on him.
"Sit, Draco," his father commanded when he entered. The office was a small circular room with shelves of books. It had statues of weird things that were no doubt had some inclination with the dark arts.
"What is it, father?"
"This is your 6th year at that school... what is it? Hogwarts?" Lucious said without looking up from his paper work.
"Yes, sir."
"Well, then you'll have to prepare for your inauguration."
"Sir?"
"Oh, boy, don't pretend to not know what I'm talking about..... The Dark Lord is quite pleased with having another Malfoy in his ranks."
"Father, I don't want to join him... yet," he quickly added as he saw his father drop his pen out of surprise.
"W-w-what?" he stuttered. Draco never knew his father to be a stutterer, "Not yet? Not yet! What? You mean to tell me that you are not ready?!"
"That's exactly what I'm saying father."
"Well when will you be 'ready'?" he asked angrily.
"I-I-I don't know father. It all depends," his father swiftly rose from his chair, "I don't know if I can yet undergo what you go through, sir. I've seen your scars," Draco was lying to his father. He didn't NOT want to join Voldemort because of the torture you had to go through, it was because he never had the intention of joining that beast in the first place.
"Lucious," Draco spun around when he heard the soft sweet voice of his mother, "The boy obviously does not want to be in co-heeds with this monster. Let Draco decide for himself, he has a mind of his own," his mother spoke boldly, but then took a step back, realizing that she spoke too boldly.
Mr. Malfoy looked into his son's eyes and tried to control his temper. He spoke through gritted teeth as he said, "Mind your own business, Narcissa. The boy is 16 years old, if he hasn't decided yet then I'll have to decide for him!"
"I have decided!" Draco spoke up.
"And...." His mother and father both said.
"I don't want to be with he-who-must-not-be-named," he said slowly as he looked at his feet. Draco, without looking up, knew his father's anger right at this point and his mother's joy. He just hoped that his dad wouldn't take it out on him... or his mother.
"What did you say?"
Draco, forgetting his fears, stood up and stared at his father right in the eyes, "I don't want to join Voldemort! Did you hear me that time?" he yelled.
Lucious gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and gasped for breath, "FINE!"
Draco then went to his room and waited to be called back down for dinner. Thirty minutes later their little house elf, Greenlie, came and whispered to Draco to come down for supper.
He sat down next to his mother and across from his father.
"I'll eat in my office," said Lucious to Greenlie.
"Dear," his mother said as she touched his skeletal hand, "It's Draco's last night. Let's eat as a family."
Mr. Malfoy looked at his wife and then to his son, it was as if he had to think about sitting there with his family, but he eventually consented and sat down in his head chair. Yes, this man's cold heart led him to hurt her, but deep down... every time he saw the boy that they both created reminds him of the love that he used to know. Now, he couldn't even mutter the disgusted word.
"Well, Draco," he coughed, "we're going to do better than that Granger this year... aren't we?"
A rage filled his soul as he thought of the competition that Lucious drove in his heart. It was his father's trait to always be the best at everything, and it was brushed off on him, "That little mudblood won't get one point higher than me this year, father."
"Malfoy, shall we please not use that rude word?"
"What... mudblood?" Lucious cut in, "Oh, you just don't want him to use it because your father's one?"
"Lucious, I was just saying that... I'm just trying to teach him some values."
"Values? Values? Malfoy? Do you have any... values, like your mother wants?"
"Yes, sir. I have patience."
"See, dear, he has patience... that's enough for my son," he mocked her.
"Yes, I guess for YOUR son, but not for mine! Malfoy, you need more than just patience to get through life. Yes, that's a wonderful virtue but you need compassion, responsibility, friendship, work, courage, lo..."
"Perseverance, loyalty, self-discipline," Lucious cut in.
"Honesty, faith," his mother finished.
"Mom, dad, stop! Just stop fighting! I'm leaving tomorrow, could we just have a nice meal?"
No one spoke after Malfoy's outburst. It was nice as far as no one fought, but the meal was also ruined because no one even took the initiative to speak.
That night, Malfoy lay awake in his bed talking to the open space of his vast room.
"Why does he do that to me? He makes me feel like I HAVE to follow in his footsteps. It's not a big thing! I don't want to join him or... anyone! I just want a normal life. Why does he..."
"... Love you? Dear."
"Mom?"
His mother, Narcissa, walked out of the shadows of the corner of his bedroom, "You know he loves you."
She came sat on his bed and put her arm around him lovingly, "Listen, no matter what happens... I want you to always follow your heart. And when you come back from school you better have a girl on that arm," she laughed.
"There's no one I like at Hogwarts."
"There's that Granger..."
"Ew! Mom, don't make me barf!"
"Well, you talk about her constantly!"
"Yea, only talk bad about her."
His mother giggled softly, "You like her don't you?"
Malfoy sat silent for a moment as he looked deep in his heart (gasp! Yes, he has one!), "I-I-I guess I do," he said slowly as he admitted it to himself, "But I've been so mean to her! She wouldn't want me... and plus I don't want her in this family! I don't want her to know what goes on behind closed doors."
Narcissa's eyes filled with tears as she realized that her son knew only too well what really happened. She always knew that he heard, but did not want to admit it to herself, "It'll all be over soon," she whispered in her son's ear as she kissed him sweetly on the forehead.
A/N: Thanks, Daintress, for the info. I guess I'll have to reread the 4th book for more info on her....
Silver Tears
Chapter 1
Malfoy Manor
Draco sat alone in his bedroom hiding from the screams downstairs. He didn't want to get involved like last time. He looked down at his shoulder and remembered every move that was made and every scream that was yelled that day. There was a hideous bruise that covered his left shoulder that his father gave to him when he tried to stop him from hurting his mother again.
"I KNOW YOU DID IT, NARCISSA!" came the calls from downstairs. He could almost hear his mother's tears hit the green granite floor. Draco pulled his pillow over his ears as he tried to concentrate on something still. He read a book to ease his pain and to comfort his heart. He didn't want to listen. He didn't want to hear it!
"LUCIUS STOP!" he heard his mother scream. Her scream was so loud not even his pillow could cover it up. It wouldn't even drown out the sound of pictures falling and glass breaking. Draco knew what was happening down stairs, but he didn't want to believe it. It always happened in the Malfoy Manor, every second of every hour did Draco have to hide.
He crept to his window slowly; he just had to get away from those horrid shrieks of pain that were echoing from his mother's lips. He opened his window and slid down the pipe until he reached the soft ground. He could still hear the fight, so he ran hard and fast. When he was far enough to not hear them he found himself at his old swing-set. Malfoy went down memory lane, as he remembered when he didn't have to know his father's monstrous side. His mom and dad would always push him so contently on that swing. Malfoy sat on it softly as he recalled those years forgotten.
He sat at least two hours on that swing until he decided that it was time to go back home. After crawling through his window he went downstairs, only to find his father at his desk in his office going over paper work for the Ministry. He then found his mother in the kitchen helping the house elves. Her hair was disgruntled and her tears were dried on her apron.
"Hogwarts Train leaves tomorrow, dear," she said softly as if hoping that he hadn't heard that terrifying display that had finished only yet two minutes before.
"Yes, I know," he ran over to his mother and gave her a hug as he whispered, "I love you." The only woman that could make his heart melt was his mother. The only thing that he loved was that lady that was in his arms. She was the only thing that made him happy, that made him feel whole, safe, and alive. This was the woman to give him birth, and his only parent that gave him love, that said he could be and do anything he wanted and that whatever it would be... he would be great.
"Draco!" he heard his father's menacing voice flow downs the halls to where he was.
"Coming, father," he replied trying not to act nervous. He knew he didn't have to be scared of his father the only time he would hurt him was if he got in the way of him and his mother, but there was always that fear in his soul that made him wonder if his father would change his mind and bang on him.
"Sit, Draco," his father commanded when he entered. The office was a small circular room with shelves of books. It had statues of weird things that were no doubt had some inclination with the dark arts.
"What is it, father?"
"This is your 6th year at that school... what is it? Hogwarts?" Lucious said without looking up from his paper work.
"Yes, sir."
"Well, then you'll have to prepare for your inauguration."
"Sir?"
"Oh, boy, don't pretend to not know what I'm talking about..... The Dark Lord is quite pleased with having another Malfoy in his ranks."
"Father, I don't want to join him... yet," he quickly added as he saw his father drop his pen out of surprise.
"W-w-what?" he stuttered. Draco never knew his father to be a stutterer, "Not yet? Not yet! What? You mean to tell me that you are not ready?!"
"That's exactly what I'm saying father."
"Well when will you be 'ready'?" he asked angrily.
"I-I-I don't know father. It all depends," his father swiftly rose from his chair, "I don't know if I can yet undergo what you go through, sir. I've seen your scars," Draco was lying to his father. He didn't NOT want to join Voldemort because of the torture you had to go through, it was because he never had the intention of joining that beast in the first place.
"Lucious," Draco spun around when he heard the soft sweet voice of his mother, "The boy obviously does not want to be in co-heeds with this monster. Let Draco decide for himself, he has a mind of his own," his mother spoke boldly, but then took a step back, realizing that she spoke too boldly.
Mr. Malfoy looked into his son's eyes and tried to control his temper. He spoke through gritted teeth as he said, "Mind your own business, Narcissa. The boy is 16 years old, if he hasn't decided yet then I'll have to decide for him!"
"I have decided!" Draco spoke up.
"And...." His mother and father both said.
"I don't want to be with he-who-must-not-be-named," he said slowly as he looked at his feet. Draco, without looking up, knew his father's anger right at this point and his mother's joy. He just hoped that his dad wouldn't take it out on him... or his mother.
"What did you say?"
Draco, forgetting his fears, stood up and stared at his father right in the eyes, "I don't want to join Voldemort! Did you hear me that time?" he yelled.
Lucious gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and gasped for breath, "FINE!"
Draco then went to his room and waited to be called back down for dinner. Thirty minutes later their little house elf, Greenlie, came and whispered to Draco to come down for supper.
He sat down next to his mother and across from his father.
"I'll eat in my office," said Lucious to Greenlie.
"Dear," his mother said as she touched his skeletal hand, "It's Draco's last night. Let's eat as a family."
Mr. Malfoy looked at his wife and then to his son, it was as if he had to think about sitting there with his family, but he eventually consented and sat down in his head chair. Yes, this man's cold heart led him to hurt her, but deep down... every time he saw the boy that they both created reminds him of the love that he used to know. Now, he couldn't even mutter the disgusted word.
"Well, Draco," he coughed, "we're going to do better than that Granger this year... aren't we?"
A rage filled his soul as he thought of the competition that Lucious drove in his heart. It was his father's trait to always be the best at everything, and it was brushed off on him, "That little mudblood won't get one point higher than me this year, father."
"Malfoy, shall we please not use that rude word?"
"What... mudblood?" Lucious cut in, "Oh, you just don't want him to use it because your father's one?"
"Lucious, I was just saying that... I'm just trying to teach him some values."
"Values? Values? Malfoy? Do you have any... values, like your mother wants?"
"Yes, sir. I have patience."
"See, dear, he has patience... that's enough for my son," he mocked her.
"Yes, I guess for YOUR son, but not for mine! Malfoy, you need more than just patience to get through life. Yes, that's a wonderful virtue but you need compassion, responsibility, friendship, work, courage, lo..."
"Perseverance, loyalty, self-discipline," Lucious cut in.
"Honesty, faith," his mother finished.
"Mom, dad, stop! Just stop fighting! I'm leaving tomorrow, could we just have a nice meal?"
No one spoke after Malfoy's outburst. It was nice as far as no one fought, but the meal was also ruined because no one even took the initiative to speak.
That night, Malfoy lay awake in his bed talking to the open space of his vast room.
"Why does he do that to me? He makes me feel like I HAVE to follow in his footsteps. It's not a big thing! I don't want to join him or... anyone! I just want a normal life. Why does he..."
"... Love you? Dear."
"Mom?"
His mother, Narcissa, walked out of the shadows of the corner of his bedroom, "You know he loves you."
She came sat on his bed and put her arm around him lovingly, "Listen, no matter what happens... I want you to always follow your heart. And when you come back from school you better have a girl on that arm," she laughed.
"There's no one I like at Hogwarts."
"There's that Granger..."
"Ew! Mom, don't make me barf!"
"Well, you talk about her constantly!"
"Yea, only talk bad about her."
His mother giggled softly, "You like her don't you?"
Malfoy sat silent for a moment as he looked deep in his heart (gasp! Yes, he has one!), "I-I-I guess I do," he said slowly as he admitted it to himself, "But I've been so mean to her! She wouldn't want me... and plus I don't want her in this family! I don't want her to know what goes on behind closed doors."
Narcissa's eyes filled with tears as she realized that her son knew only too well what really happened. She always knew that he heard, but did not want to admit it to herself, "It'll all be over soon," she whispered in her son's ear as she kissed him sweetly on the forehead.
A/N: Thanks, Daintress, for the info. I guess I'll have to reread the 4th book for more info on her....