(A/N: The title of the book Sort Tordu means "Twisted Fate" in French. Just
thought I'd let you know so you didn't think I'd made up some weird title.)
Summary: Draco Malfoy's mother is murdered by his father. Hermione Granger's parents are murdered by Lucius, what happens when Draco and Hermione start to have feelings for each other? And what happens when Hermione finds out that Draco's father killed her parents?! My first Harry Potter fic! Read and Review!
Time: 6th year
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or setting mentioned. I wish I did, but unfortunately I don't. Stinks doesn't it?! lol.anyway here's the story.
CHAPTER ONE: THE MAN HE ONCE CALLED FATHER
Draco Malfoy violently woke up to a bloodcurdling, scream. He rubbed the sweat beads off of his forehead as he remembered the nightmare he had just had. She was dead. She was dead. But who was it? Draco scrunched up his face, attempting to remember when his thoughts were disrupted once again when another scream came from downstairs. He was suddenly awake. You would think that Draco, of all people, would be used to screams of death, but not in the middle of the night in his home. No one is here but father, mother and me. Well besides the house elves but they hardly count as anything. Draco thought to himself.
He hastily got up, went downstairs and followed the sound of desperate crying and whimpering to. his parent's quarters. Draco froze where he was. To enter their room without permission, to report something unimportant as a scream, would certainly result in my punishment. Draco thought about the matter and finally decided to enter.
Throughout the entire Manor, certain features were quite common. Darkness and Cold. Almost every room had a shadow and a certain temperature individual to the room. Draco was not prepared for the sight he saw when he very carefully opened the door to his parents room. His father, the man he idolized, was standing over his mother who was lying on the floor.
"One last chance, Narcissa." No sound except a whimper came out of the elegant woman. "No? Nothing? All right then, you leave me no choice. AVADA KEDAVRA!" Lucius's wand emitted the much-feared flash of green light. The spell struck Narcissa and with a final scream, she laid motionless, never to move again. And with that, Lucius disapparated with a pop. "Noo!" Draco rushed inside the room, to his dead mother.
Narcissa laid in her beautiful, light blue, silk, nightgown covered with her red, mink lined robe with her eyes open. Draco, unable to do anything but stand over her and look, was shocked. His gray eyes widen and his already pale skin turned white. He breathed fast, and finally slumped to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest and leaning against the bed for support. For the first time in years, Draco Malfoy cried. He killed her. My father killed my mother. How could he? Why would he do such a thing to her?
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Draco didn't need to look up to know to whom the icy voice belonged.
"You killed her" Draco spat, voice filled with venom, eyes never leaving his dead mother's body.
"I did what our Lord would want me to do" Lucius replied with a calm and cold voice.
"But why?" Draco asked, shamefully wiping away his tears. Lucius didn't notice.
"Because son, your mother was a weakling." When Draco didn't say anything, he continued, "She wasn't loyal to Our Lord. Not like I know you will be" With this, he placed a cold hand on Draco's shoulder and making him shiver. "You've made me very proud indeed, but next year when you receive your mark of loyalty, I will be the most proud. You're mother was a foolhardy old woman who never lived in reality. She never acknowledged the Dark Lord either. She deserved to die." In that moment, Draco Malfoy's eye's clouded over, and he hated his father with a hatred so strong, that it was taking every muscle in his body to keep him from killing the man. Draco sniffed and it was then that Lucius saw that Draco had been crying.
"Ohhh" Lucius said, drawing out the word in such a way that it would make anybody's blood run cold. "I see that we have a crybaby here, do we?" Draco's eyes widened with shock, knowing full well what was coming. "Is that so Draco?" Suddenly, Lucius's foot jabbed Draco in the ribs.
"Ah!" Draco yelped in pain as he rolled over, clutching his side.
"My son does NOT cry." Lucius yelled as he kicked Draco with each word. "You weakling, have I taught you NOTHING!" At the final kick, Draco inhaled quickly, gasping for air, the pain exceeding what he could handle. Moaning, Draco rolled over to find Lucius looking out the window calmly, as if nothing had happened. It was like that for a few minutes, Draco still holding his side guessing that he had a broken rib or two, and Lucius staring out the window. Finally Lucius spoke, breaking the silence.
"I found your mother writing to that old git, Dumbledore, about our attack tomorrow evening on the Muggles. You WILL be attending and partaking in the assignment, though my faith in you is wavering. I hope I am wrong or else you know what will happen." With a swish of his cloak, Lucius left leaving Draco with questions, pain, his mother's corpse and with a newfound hatred towards that man he once called father.
Mother was on Dumbledore's side? How could she? Traitor! Then the depth of what he said sunk in and he thought instead. I would rather die than fight on the same side as that disgusting, twisted man. He's filled me with nothing but promises he's never kept. He's nothing but a murderer. Even if it means my switching sides or death, I'll do anything to get back at him. One day, I swear to it, I'll get my revenge. And with that, Draco closed his dead mother's eyes, and walked away leaving his past behind him.
(A/N Hope you all liked it! My first Harry Potter fic so be gentle! Review! Thanks for reading!)
Summary: Draco Malfoy's mother is murdered by his father. Hermione Granger's parents are murdered by Lucius, what happens when Draco and Hermione start to have feelings for each other? And what happens when Hermione finds out that Draco's father killed her parents?! My first Harry Potter fic! Read and Review!
Time: 6th year
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or setting mentioned. I wish I did, but unfortunately I don't. Stinks doesn't it?! lol.anyway here's the story.
CHAPTER ONE: THE MAN HE ONCE CALLED FATHER
Draco Malfoy violently woke up to a bloodcurdling, scream. He rubbed the sweat beads off of his forehead as he remembered the nightmare he had just had. She was dead. She was dead. But who was it? Draco scrunched up his face, attempting to remember when his thoughts were disrupted once again when another scream came from downstairs. He was suddenly awake. You would think that Draco, of all people, would be used to screams of death, but not in the middle of the night in his home. No one is here but father, mother and me. Well besides the house elves but they hardly count as anything. Draco thought to himself.
He hastily got up, went downstairs and followed the sound of desperate crying and whimpering to. his parent's quarters. Draco froze where he was. To enter their room without permission, to report something unimportant as a scream, would certainly result in my punishment. Draco thought about the matter and finally decided to enter.
Throughout the entire Manor, certain features were quite common. Darkness and Cold. Almost every room had a shadow and a certain temperature individual to the room. Draco was not prepared for the sight he saw when he very carefully opened the door to his parents room. His father, the man he idolized, was standing over his mother who was lying on the floor.
"One last chance, Narcissa." No sound except a whimper came out of the elegant woman. "No? Nothing? All right then, you leave me no choice. AVADA KEDAVRA!" Lucius's wand emitted the much-feared flash of green light. The spell struck Narcissa and with a final scream, she laid motionless, never to move again. And with that, Lucius disapparated with a pop. "Noo!" Draco rushed inside the room, to his dead mother.
Narcissa laid in her beautiful, light blue, silk, nightgown covered with her red, mink lined robe with her eyes open. Draco, unable to do anything but stand over her and look, was shocked. His gray eyes widen and his already pale skin turned white. He breathed fast, and finally slumped to the floor, pulling his knees to his chest and leaning against the bed for support. For the first time in years, Draco Malfoy cried. He killed her. My father killed my mother. How could he? Why would he do such a thing to her?
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Draco didn't need to look up to know to whom the icy voice belonged.
"You killed her" Draco spat, voice filled with venom, eyes never leaving his dead mother's body.
"I did what our Lord would want me to do" Lucius replied with a calm and cold voice.
"But why?" Draco asked, shamefully wiping away his tears. Lucius didn't notice.
"Because son, your mother was a weakling." When Draco didn't say anything, he continued, "She wasn't loyal to Our Lord. Not like I know you will be" With this, he placed a cold hand on Draco's shoulder and making him shiver. "You've made me very proud indeed, but next year when you receive your mark of loyalty, I will be the most proud. You're mother was a foolhardy old woman who never lived in reality. She never acknowledged the Dark Lord either. She deserved to die." In that moment, Draco Malfoy's eye's clouded over, and he hated his father with a hatred so strong, that it was taking every muscle in his body to keep him from killing the man. Draco sniffed and it was then that Lucius saw that Draco had been crying.
"Ohhh" Lucius said, drawing out the word in such a way that it would make anybody's blood run cold. "I see that we have a crybaby here, do we?" Draco's eyes widened with shock, knowing full well what was coming. "Is that so Draco?" Suddenly, Lucius's foot jabbed Draco in the ribs.
"Ah!" Draco yelped in pain as he rolled over, clutching his side.
"My son does NOT cry." Lucius yelled as he kicked Draco with each word. "You weakling, have I taught you NOTHING!" At the final kick, Draco inhaled quickly, gasping for air, the pain exceeding what he could handle. Moaning, Draco rolled over to find Lucius looking out the window calmly, as if nothing had happened. It was like that for a few minutes, Draco still holding his side guessing that he had a broken rib or two, and Lucius staring out the window. Finally Lucius spoke, breaking the silence.
"I found your mother writing to that old git, Dumbledore, about our attack tomorrow evening on the Muggles. You WILL be attending and partaking in the assignment, though my faith in you is wavering. I hope I am wrong or else you know what will happen." With a swish of his cloak, Lucius left leaving Draco with questions, pain, his mother's corpse and with a newfound hatred towards that man he once called father.
Mother was on Dumbledore's side? How could she? Traitor! Then the depth of what he said sunk in and he thought instead. I would rather die than fight on the same side as that disgusting, twisted man. He's filled me with nothing but promises he's never kept. He's nothing but a murderer. Even if it means my switching sides or death, I'll do anything to get back at him. One day, I swear to it, I'll get my revenge. And with that, Draco closed his dead mother's eyes, and walked away leaving his past behind him.
(A/N Hope you all liked it! My first Harry Potter fic so be gentle! Review! Thanks for reading!)