Get Out Alive: A Draco Malfoy Story
A/N: Hello lovely readers! So welcome to my very first Harry Potter fanfiction! I guess I should say Draco Malfoy fanfiction. ;) Harry Potter doesn't really appear at all. This takes place after Hogwarts but only draws characters from the book, not any plots. The characters that I do own are Tiffany, Diego and Ronnie as well as others that are not related to the book. With the disclaimer over and done with :) please enjoy my fanfiction and review!
I stared longingly out the large bay window at the raindrops pounding against the glass, and wished I could be out there and free. Free to live my own life without rules and without duties. Free to live my life the way I wanted and to not always have to be worried. Worried about what someone thought or worried about being punished for something I did, or didn't do.
My life had never really been my own; since the day I was born I had belonged to my family. My father, Maddox Striga had been a Death Eater back in the day when You-Know-Who reigned strong, and everyone lived in fear. My mother told me that he had been sent to Azkaban when he was caught doing the Dark Lord's work. She told me he was a brave man who fought before he was subdued into captivity, and just as he and his captors were entering the gates of Azkaban, my father leapt out of his captors' arms and was kissed by a Dementor. I shivered at that thought, and forced myself not to think of my father for any longer, he had been gone for six years, everyone else had gotten over it and told me it was my time as well.
"Miss. Striga?" a tiny voice squeaked. The sound shattered my thoughts of my father and brought me back into the real world. I turned to see a small female House Elf who curtsied to me in her dirty potato sack.
"Yes?" I inquired.
"Miss, dinner is ready." The House Elf curtsied again in my presence and scurried off before I had a chance to thank her. In a house of Dark Wizards, the little House Elves knew that they should never be seen unless absolutely necessary and heard even less. I stood up and stretched lazily, taking one last glance out the stormy, rain drenched window, I made my way out of the parlor, and towards the dining room.
"Tiffany, my love." My mother's face greeted me as I sat down across from her at the old, worn dinner table; a wedding gift from my grandmother. The chair to my right was empty, it had been my father's before he was devoid of life and had stood empty for the last nine years. The House Elves dared not clean it, and my mother had not sat in it, but rather had left it with a place setting as if she had expected that my father would return someday to share a meal with us.
"Yes Mother?" I said in response as I sat down in my seat and looked down at my empty plate, unhappy that there was no food on it yet. I wondered what on earth my mother could possibly want to say to me. She never called me 'my love', unless she wanted me to agree to something I wasn't likely to agree to in the first place.
"How are you feeling? How was your day today?" She asked me, apparently unconcerned with the unresponsive nature of the House Elves with our food. I narrowed my eyes at her in further suspicion she was never concerned with how I was. Ever.
"Fine…" I said dubiously, and it was that moment that I noticed two other place settings next to mine, which were usually empty. My thoughts began to churn. "Mother…what's going on?"
"I've never really told you enough about your father did I?" my mother said, changing the subject quickly.
"No." I replied, deciding not to push the subject of possible company.
"He was a wonderful man, and he loved you very much my dear. You should count yourself very lucky." She continued on.
"Right." I responded, clearly thinking the complete opposite. My father had always been away doing work the last few years of his life and had never given me the attention I wanted him to. Eventually I accepted that fact as I saw less and less of him, as I began to grow up. The only times I really saw him were at a few occasional dinners and birthdays, and a few Christmases. True he might have loved me, but he had a funny way of showing it; however, that was what you had to deal with when you had Death Eaters as parents.
"He always wanted what was best for you Tiffany." I finally started to pay attention to what my mother was saying, this conversation was going somewhere I really didn't want it to go.
"I was 13 when he was kissed, how could he have possibly known what was good for me then?" I announced, ignoring the hurt look on my mother's face.
"Tiffany, you take that back right now." My mother said in a low voice, sitting up straighter as if to stand up and punish me for speaking out. She become very protective when her husband was mentioned in a bad fashion, they really had loved each other. I averted my eyes from hers and nodded.
"I'm sorry, I take it back Mother." I wasn't sorry, I was in a bad mood from being controlled all the time and I seemed to let my anger out at the worst possible moments. In our family, after my father had been kissed, the disciplining was my mother's job, so she was the person who now struck fear into my heart when I knew I had done something wrong.
"That's better." She announced leaning back into her chair again, "now this occasion is special, your father wanted me to wait until you were 19 to tell you."
"Tell me what?" I asked quietly.
"About your future." My mother answered and smiled at me, and for once it was genuine. This could not be good. When my mother liked something, it meant something terrible was coming my way, "your father knew that if anything happened to him you would need to have a good future with a good man."
"I…" I began, but my mother pressed on.
"Your father left some instructions in his will, which he wanted to be read to you on your 19th birthday. Considering your birthday was a few weeks ago, I thought this was a perfect opportunity."
"Instructions?" I asked incredulously, but my mother ignored me, and drew forth a few sheets of parchment and donned her reading glasses.
"To my darling daughter Tiffany. I want you to know that even though my death will be hard for you seeing as I've been the only man in your life, I want you to know I have arranged it so that you will be taken care of even after I'm gone. You are to be married to Draco Malfoy, a powerful, smart…" but my brain had shut off at the words 'married' and 'Draco Malfoy'. Did my father and mother really expect me to get married? I didn't need a man in my life, I had done fine for the last nine years without one, and I was sure I could continue another 90 without one as well. And Draco Malfoy of all people? I screamed inside and glared at my mother, who had hidden the parchment away and had removed her reading glasses.
"I won't…" I protested, but was silenced.
"You will." My mother said with a note of finality in her voice, meaning the conversation was closed and I fell silent, knowing what was to come if I argued. A moment of silence passed between us before a soft bell was heard ringing from somewhere in the house and my mother got a strange look on her face.
"Was that the door bell?" I inquired, but my mother ignored me.
"I guess you look good enough, I mean we don't have any more time now." My mother said more to herself than to me and I blinked in surprise as she leapt out of her seat and looked towards the dining room doors. I followed her gaze as the doors were swung open by two small House Elves.
"Mother…?" I asked, but she was ignoring me at this point, either it was the Dark Lord, or we were having other very important company.
"Right on time." My mother smiled, glancing down at her watch and then locked eyes with the man who came through the door.
"Madeline Striga." A smooth, oily voice met my ears, and I watched as Lucius Malfoy strode into the room, his dark cloak billowing behind him making him look like some giant bird of prey. He had a black cane, with a silver snake head adorning it clutched in his grasp, and his wife Narcissa on his other arm. Everyone knew about the Malfoy family. They were the most feared Wizards next to You-Know-Who, and each of them was very powerful.
"Lucius Malfoy!" My mother cried, sweeping into a graceful curtsey before him and Narcissa, "Narcissa! So glad you could make it on this occasion." Lucius let go of his wife and gently took my mother's hand before brushing his lips against it and smirking.
"I wouldn't miss this for anything Madeline." He responded and made a slight bow to her, and Narcissa followed suit, quickly dropping into a curtsey before my mother.
"Excellent. You remember my daughter Tiffany." My mother smiled finally turning her attention to me, and I shivered as Lucius' piercing blue grey eyes bore into me.
"Ah of course. Maddox's little child." Lucius made his way over to me, and I struggled to my feet quickly, and dropped into a shaky curtsey. He looked quite unimpressed with my lack of manners and frowned slightly. "How old is she?"
"19 Sir." My mother replied quickly. Lucius nodded, and walked in a circle around me, measuring me up as if I was his prey, and I shivered inwardly again. I did not like this man. Even though all my family were Death Eaters, I could feel the evil coming from this man, and it scared me. My father told me when I was younger that I was to fear the Malfoys for they had the power to change the future of the Wizarding world for the better of Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort. I was taught to fear and respect them, but now standing in Lucius Malfoy's presence, the respect had fled from me, and fear consumed me.
"My, six years without a father." Lucius said down to me, speaking at me, rather then to me; however, I was used to it, adults rarely gave children any attention at all unless to punish them. That was life. He took a few strands of my hair in his gloved hands and ran his fingers down my black locks to the tips. I closed my eyes and turned my head away, but I could feel him smirking at me.
"She's been too long without a male influence." I heard my mother pipe up, and my eyes flew open to greet Lucius' back, as he was facing my mother, and helping his wife sit down at the table two seats away from my spot. It was then that I spotted a head of shocking blonde hair sitting next to my place at the table, and my heart skipped a beat. My future husband, Draco.
"Maddox agreed with you, and it is in his memory and honour that I am here." Responded Lucius as he moved over and helped my mother into her chair. My mouth fell open and I stared at the horror scene unfolding before me. The Malfoys were in my house and were talking about my father like he was dead, and they were saying things about me when they didn't even know me. I didn't need a male influence, my mother and I had lived a good life together, and we were fine without a man. The House Elves quickly placed steaming hot food on the table, just as Lucius settled into my father's seat at the head of the table. My mother gave me a warning glance as if to say, 'do not mess this up.' However, Lucius sitting in my father's chair was the last straw, and my eyes hardened from surprise into boiling hot anger.
"Don't you dare sit in my father's chair!" I yelled at Lucius who was just picking up his spoon to enjoy a delicious, creamy pumpkin soup.
"Tiffany!" My mother cried out in surprise and blushed as she saw that all three Malfoys: Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco were glaring at me with cold stares. I did not notice this at all, I was too wrapped up in my emotions to consider who exactly I was yelling at.
"You are forgetting your place child." Lucius said in a dangerously low voice, as he narrowed his eyes at me.
"I do not need a male influence and I do not want you here in my house!" I cried, my chocolate brown eyes flashed with anger. I knocked my chair over and took several steps backward, ready for a confrontation.
"Filthy wretch." Lucius spat, standing up from the table and moving towards me drawing his wand. My anger fuelled me, and I would not back down without a fight. I drew out my own wand, ready for a fight I knew I could not win. "Crucio!" Lucius shouted out loud, pointing his wand at me as if it were a sword. I gasped in alarm as the curse hit me quickly and effectively. I collapsed onto the ground, writhing in agony as searing, hot pain blinded me and made tears run down my face.
"No, Lucius." I could hear the faint voice of my mother, but I could no longer see her. My wand was long gone from my hand and I twisted around trying to distract myself from the pain, but nothing helped.
"Ah!" I screamed in a high pitch, pain induced voice.
"Lucius, let me handle her." I heard my mother press on, and as suddenly as the curse had come, it left and I lay motionless on the ground. "She has been without a male in her life for a long time, she has not been exposed to this as often as is necessary. She is not ready. She is still mine." My mother continued, and I heard the click of her heels run towards me and I felt her arms surround me. Usually a mother's touch is very comforting, but I shrank away from her hands knowing I was going to receive more punishment from her.
"It's the best time to teach them Madeline, when they are not prepared unlike Draco here." I heard Lucius say, but at the moment, nothing registered as I was trying just to stay conscious from the pain from before.
"I shall deal with her Lucius, we shall only be a moment. Please excuse us." My mother replied to his statement, as she dragged me out the dining room doors and threw me onto the carpeted floor of the hallway. "How dare you." My mother snapped at me, and I felt a sharp sting across my face as my mother slapped me. I moaned in pain and my eyes cleared just to see my mother draw out her own wand.
"Mother…" I murmured weakly but she shook her head at me, her eyes filled with tears.
"No, Tiffany." She commanded me, "I may not be your father…" her voice broke whenever she mentioned my father. The tears began to slide down her face, but she wiped them away ferociously; tears were a sign of weakness. "…I may not be your father, but I can still punish you."
"Mother, please…"
"Crucio!" She yelled, and I screamed in response as a whole new wave of pain erupted within my body.
"No!" I screamed desperately, and the pain was taken away instantly. I lay in a crumpled heap on the floor barely recovered from Lucius' attack, and now my own mother had hurt me as well. "Mother…" I forced out, my ribs sore from the attacks made it so hard to speak without pain.
"How dare you violate the memories and wishes of your father!" My mother spat at me. "Crucio!" The pain was brought back, although not as terrible as Lucius' attack, my mother's were more frequent. I hadn't been punished in so long, as it was the father's duty to do so, and even though that duty had been passed to my mother, she had never really exercised the right. She had never really paid much interest in me after my father's kiss, except to scold me on my manners. It seemed as if she was trying to make up for lost time, and make my father proud.
"Stop, it hurts!" I yelled, in between screams of agony, which I'm sure the Malfoy's could all hear. The pain stopped and through my tear blurred vision, I saw my mother leaning heavily against the arm of Lucius, whom I didn't even see enter the hallway.
"Do not tell me what to do Tiffany!" My mother shouted over me, and took a deep shuddering breath before pointing her wand at me for a third time. "Crucio!" she said barely above a whisper. I closed my eyes preparing for pain I hadn't felt in nine years, but nothing happened.
"May I continue?" I heard the oily voice say and my eyes flew open to see my mother pressed against Lucius' chest shaking silently, unused to punishing me. My mother nodded her head, and let her tears flow. Lucius raised his arm and pointed his wand again at me for the second time that night. I winced in preparation for the enormous pain I was going to receive and fear crept into my eyes. "Crucio!" That was the last word I heard before I passed out from the pain.