This is my first Harry Potter fiction ever so expect mistakes, I don't mind
constructive criticism (put the emphasise on Constructive).
This will become a HP/DM slash so if you don't like men on men then don't
bother reading this cause I intend on getting very graphic. There may also
be a problem with the paragraphing too, its really shitted me off with all
my other writing, so if you have the same problem or know how to fix it
please tell me!!
Thoughts are meant to be in Italics but I don't think that's working either
DISCLAIMER: I OWN HARRY POTTER AND EVERYTHING TO DO WITH HIM (If you believe that your too gullible and don't deserve to sue me)
***************** Dysfunctional family
Draco Malfoy lay on his back staring up at the lace canopy of his four post bed, the large room around him was shrouded in darkness, he had been too busy in his own thoughts to move and light the rooms candles.
He'd had a far bit to think about too, in the last two weeks of the summer holidays. His father was still in Azkaban; this was nothing to be worried about though. The guards of the wizard prison had already left to serve Lord Voldemort. Draco shuddered at the thought of the Dementors, he had only seen a Dementor once; in his third year at Hogwarts, but he remembered all to well the feeling of cold unbearable fear that swept over him when he first met a Dementor. It had shamed him all year and the only thing that made him feel any better was picking on potters' weakness when he fainted through out the year because of the Dementors. Draco felt a sneer stretch across his face at the thought of his rival
"Golden boy Potter"
It was his fault his father was in prison, but not for long, Draco expected his fathers return any day now, which bought a feeling of dread to clench at his insides, his father had told him of how the Dark Lord had expressed an interest in him and requested that he give his services to assist in a complicated plan that involved the capture of Harry Potter, and as much as he enjoyed the idea of a dead Harry he disliked the idea of giving such a pleasure to another wizard. His father may have thought that it was honourable to grovel at Voldemorts' feet but Draco despised the idea.
So he had defiantly decided that he would decline, it was only now staring blankly into space that he began to realise that one did not simply refuse the Dark Lord, every Death Eater in service would curse him to hell and back, most likely including his father.
"I could always run away, go into hiding"
"Where to?" A second voice sounded
"Maybe one of fathers friends"
"Oh wait there all death eaters" He thought sarcastically.
"Dumbledore could help" He snorted at the last thought.
"Dumbledore couldn't hide a mouse"
He stood up and walked over to his desk, concluding that he would take action when the time came. Just then the door opened and his mother Narcissa came in. "Your Hogwarts letter has arrived" She announced blandly, flinging an envelope sealed with the Hogwarts crest onto his study desk. "The house elves have serve dinner and your father will be returning tomorrow evening" At this Draco sneered causing his mother to raise an eyebrow. "You ought to learn to respect higher wizards than yourself, when you come to serve the Dark Lord he will not have tolerance for such ignorance" She said loftily, before leaving the room. Draco glared at her dangerously until she disappeared out of the room. "Foolish woman" He muttered furiously as he sat down in his desk chair and grabbed the pile of letters she'd left, he slit open the first envelop which enclosed a letter stating as usual that the new school year would begin on the first of September 4 weeks from now and that the Hogwarts express would leave platform 9 ¾ at eleven o'clock from Kings cross station, a second slip of parchment listed the required book set for the 6th years, a particular title caught his eyes
'A beginners study to Occlumency" By Miriad Dolstoff
He felt himself fill with curiosity
"What could that possibly be? Dumbledore must've found a new DADA teacher"
Nothing else on the list seemed to relate to dark arts defence unless he counted "Exotically dangerous and magical creatures" But that was most likely set by the deranged giant, their care for magical creature's teacher.
"Stupid oaf, wonder what demonic creature he'll set upon us this year"
Draco wondered as he sank back down onto his bed, so far his holidays had been extremely boring and as he slowly fell asleep, he found himself wishing they were over.
The next evening found Draco sitting by the fireplace with his mother, waiting for the arrival of his father. He sat stiff with terror not trusting himself to move, yet he kept his face as a perfect mask of blankness. Five times he opened his mouth, desperate to tell his mother how he felt, but immediately closed it, it would be no good telling her she was just as devoted to the dark lord as his father. When he opened his mouth to talk a sixth time he frowned closing it again and then with a cry of frustration he snapped.
"This is it, if had enough!!"
And with his final decision he jumped out of his chair, rounded on his mother and whipped out his wand.
"What are you."
"Stupefy!" His mother fell to the floor before she was able to finish her sentence.
Racing upstairs he burst into his bedroom, startling his owl out of it's nap. He scrambled to his desk and grabbed a slip of parchment scribbling quickly with his trembling hand
I need help
D. Malfoy
"Take this to Dumbledore" He told his owl, hurriedly tying the note to it's foot the opened the window. Once the Eagle Feathered owl glided through the window he snatched up a suitcase at the foot of his bed, it was already packed and ready to go. Draco had prepared it earlier in case of such a situation.
He hurried back down stairs and into the lounge room. Stepping over his mothers still body he scooped a hand full of Floo Powder out of an ornate glass bowl and readied himself to throw it into the gold flickering flames, but the fire suddenly flared with green flames of its own accord as his heart leapt into his throat.
"Oh Shit!!" He cursed stumbling backwards and almost tripping over his mother's figure, just as Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the fireplace. The green flames casting an eerie light into the lounge room, making Draco feel; if possible, worse..
The two stood in silence for a moment, Draco too shocked to speak and his father, wondering what to make of the scene. Finally his father spoke.
"What's this?" He asked spotting his wife on the floor. Draco continued to say nothing, his wand was in his pocket but he doubt he would get to it before his father cursed him to a pulp.
"Sit" The single word was spoken with the wand pointed at his face and immediately Draco found himself walking to the chair as if someone gripped his shoulders and guided him there, now he really felt trapped.
His father then pointed his wand at Narcissa "Enervate" She blinked her eyes open and looked around warily, then caught sight of her husband and slowly sat herself up. "What happened" He asked her calmly, while Draco still struggled behind him to get out of the chair, unfortunately his legs had no intention of lifting him out of the chair.
"He stunned me" Narcissa answered her husband glaring over at her son.
Lucius rounded on Draco now towering over him looking perfectly horrifying, his eyes narrowed to snake like slits.
"What do you mean by it, boy?" He asked with a steady yet dangerous tone. Draco still struggled against the invisible hold his father had on him, quickly getting frustrated.
"let me go!!" Draco hissed as he thrashed around in the chair trying to free himself.
"What do you think your playing at"
"You have no power over me!" Draco spat, "And neither does Voldemort"
His father moved so quickly it was as if he had apparated, his fist smashed into Dracos' cheek, stars flashed before his eyes and he tasted the tangy flavour of blood in his mouth. Then his fathers hands clasped around Dracos' shirt collar as he was lifted out of the chair and of the ground so his fathers nose was inches away from his own.
"Don't you dare speak the Dark Lords name aloud" His voice was barely above a whisper and shaking with rage, Draco smirked.
"Might as well have fun before I die"
He mustered up all the courage he had and yell at the top of his lungs.
"VOLDEMORT SUCKS!!!" His mother jumped and gave a scream of surprise, blood and spit splattered onto his fathers face who now looked positively furious. "And I will never Serve Voldemort like a common house elf" He stated Defiantly.
"Then you will die" Draco was thrown to the floor as his father glared down on him, wand pointed at Dracos' face, Draco pushed himself slowly, carefully hiding the hand that was reaching for his wand.
'You insolent." his father continued, words seemed to fail his anger though, as he searched for something harsh enough. Draco was now standing, facing his father, his hand clasped tight over his wand ready to strike.
"You'll be disowned from the family, wiped out of our history" His father pointed his wand at a family portrait as a blast burned a hole in the exact spot where Dracos' face had been painted, but before his father could turn back to Draco and realise his mistake Draco had whipped his wand from under his cloak.
"Expelliarmus!" Draco yelled, just as a red bolt came streaking across the room toward him from his mothers direction, his father was knocked backwards of his feet with the disarming charm as Draco was caught straight in the chest with his mothers curse, he was hurled backwards with a force that winded him as he crashed into the fireplace.
He thrashed around panicking that the flames would engulf him and burn his flesh. But stopped after a while when he realised that the flames were not scorching him but merely giving his skin a tingling sensation.
"The Floo Powder"
The glass bowl holding the Floo powder had smashed into the fireplace when he was thrust backwards. His father was still on the ground when he looked back into the lounge room, and his mother was gripping her chair with white knuckles, apparently shocked that she'd just cursed her son or perhaps surprised that he hadn't died. The latter sounded more believable.
Draco took his chance to escape and leaned back out of the fire grabbing the suitcase still lying on the floor and flinging it back into the fire with him he tucked in his limbs and yelled the only place he knew safe to go
"HOGWARTS!"
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Read and review please
DISCLAIMER: I OWN HARRY POTTER AND EVERYTHING TO DO WITH HIM (If you believe that your too gullible and don't deserve to sue me)
***************** Dysfunctional family
Draco Malfoy lay on his back staring up at the lace canopy of his four post bed, the large room around him was shrouded in darkness, he had been too busy in his own thoughts to move and light the rooms candles.
He'd had a far bit to think about too, in the last two weeks of the summer holidays. His father was still in Azkaban; this was nothing to be worried about though. The guards of the wizard prison had already left to serve Lord Voldemort. Draco shuddered at the thought of the Dementors, he had only seen a Dementor once; in his third year at Hogwarts, but he remembered all to well the feeling of cold unbearable fear that swept over him when he first met a Dementor. It had shamed him all year and the only thing that made him feel any better was picking on potters' weakness when he fainted through out the year because of the Dementors. Draco felt a sneer stretch across his face at the thought of his rival
"Golden boy Potter"
It was his fault his father was in prison, but not for long, Draco expected his fathers return any day now, which bought a feeling of dread to clench at his insides, his father had told him of how the Dark Lord had expressed an interest in him and requested that he give his services to assist in a complicated plan that involved the capture of Harry Potter, and as much as he enjoyed the idea of a dead Harry he disliked the idea of giving such a pleasure to another wizard. His father may have thought that it was honourable to grovel at Voldemorts' feet but Draco despised the idea.
So he had defiantly decided that he would decline, it was only now staring blankly into space that he began to realise that one did not simply refuse the Dark Lord, every Death Eater in service would curse him to hell and back, most likely including his father.
"I could always run away, go into hiding"
"Where to?" A second voice sounded
"Maybe one of fathers friends"
"Oh wait there all death eaters" He thought sarcastically.
"Dumbledore could help" He snorted at the last thought.
"Dumbledore couldn't hide a mouse"
He stood up and walked over to his desk, concluding that he would take action when the time came. Just then the door opened and his mother Narcissa came in. "Your Hogwarts letter has arrived" She announced blandly, flinging an envelope sealed with the Hogwarts crest onto his study desk. "The house elves have serve dinner and your father will be returning tomorrow evening" At this Draco sneered causing his mother to raise an eyebrow. "You ought to learn to respect higher wizards than yourself, when you come to serve the Dark Lord he will not have tolerance for such ignorance" She said loftily, before leaving the room. Draco glared at her dangerously until she disappeared out of the room. "Foolish woman" He muttered furiously as he sat down in his desk chair and grabbed the pile of letters she'd left, he slit open the first envelop which enclosed a letter stating as usual that the new school year would begin on the first of September 4 weeks from now and that the Hogwarts express would leave platform 9 ¾ at eleven o'clock from Kings cross station, a second slip of parchment listed the required book set for the 6th years, a particular title caught his eyes
'A beginners study to Occlumency" By Miriad Dolstoff
He felt himself fill with curiosity
"What could that possibly be? Dumbledore must've found a new DADA teacher"
Nothing else on the list seemed to relate to dark arts defence unless he counted "Exotically dangerous and magical creatures" But that was most likely set by the deranged giant, their care for magical creature's teacher.
"Stupid oaf, wonder what demonic creature he'll set upon us this year"
Draco wondered as he sank back down onto his bed, so far his holidays had been extremely boring and as he slowly fell asleep, he found himself wishing they were over.
The next evening found Draco sitting by the fireplace with his mother, waiting for the arrival of his father. He sat stiff with terror not trusting himself to move, yet he kept his face as a perfect mask of blankness. Five times he opened his mouth, desperate to tell his mother how he felt, but immediately closed it, it would be no good telling her she was just as devoted to the dark lord as his father. When he opened his mouth to talk a sixth time he frowned closing it again and then with a cry of frustration he snapped.
"This is it, if had enough!!"
And with his final decision he jumped out of his chair, rounded on his mother and whipped out his wand.
"What are you."
"Stupefy!" His mother fell to the floor before she was able to finish her sentence.
Racing upstairs he burst into his bedroom, startling his owl out of it's nap. He scrambled to his desk and grabbed a slip of parchment scribbling quickly with his trembling hand
I need help
D. Malfoy
"Take this to Dumbledore" He told his owl, hurriedly tying the note to it's foot the opened the window. Once the Eagle Feathered owl glided through the window he snatched up a suitcase at the foot of his bed, it was already packed and ready to go. Draco had prepared it earlier in case of such a situation.
He hurried back down stairs and into the lounge room. Stepping over his mothers still body he scooped a hand full of Floo Powder out of an ornate glass bowl and readied himself to throw it into the gold flickering flames, but the fire suddenly flared with green flames of its own accord as his heart leapt into his throat.
"Oh Shit!!" He cursed stumbling backwards and almost tripping over his mother's figure, just as Lucius Malfoy stepped out of the fireplace. The green flames casting an eerie light into the lounge room, making Draco feel; if possible, worse..
The two stood in silence for a moment, Draco too shocked to speak and his father, wondering what to make of the scene. Finally his father spoke.
"What's this?" He asked spotting his wife on the floor. Draco continued to say nothing, his wand was in his pocket but he doubt he would get to it before his father cursed him to a pulp.
"Sit" The single word was spoken with the wand pointed at his face and immediately Draco found himself walking to the chair as if someone gripped his shoulders and guided him there, now he really felt trapped.
His father then pointed his wand at Narcissa "Enervate" She blinked her eyes open and looked around warily, then caught sight of her husband and slowly sat herself up. "What happened" He asked her calmly, while Draco still struggled behind him to get out of the chair, unfortunately his legs had no intention of lifting him out of the chair.
"He stunned me" Narcissa answered her husband glaring over at her son.
Lucius rounded on Draco now towering over him looking perfectly horrifying, his eyes narrowed to snake like slits.
"What do you mean by it, boy?" He asked with a steady yet dangerous tone. Draco still struggled against the invisible hold his father had on him, quickly getting frustrated.
"let me go!!" Draco hissed as he thrashed around in the chair trying to free himself.
"What do you think your playing at"
"You have no power over me!" Draco spat, "And neither does Voldemort"
His father moved so quickly it was as if he had apparated, his fist smashed into Dracos' cheek, stars flashed before his eyes and he tasted the tangy flavour of blood in his mouth. Then his fathers hands clasped around Dracos' shirt collar as he was lifted out of the chair and of the ground so his fathers nose was inches away from his own.
"Don't you dare speak the Dark Lords name aloud" His voice was barely above a whisper and shaking with rage, Draco smirked.
"Might as well have fun before I die"
He mustered up all the courage he had and yell at the top of his lungs.
"VOLDEMORT SUCKS!!!" His mother jumped and gave a scream of surprise, blood and spit splattered onto his fathers face who now looked positively furious. "And I will never Serve Voldemort like a common house elf" He stated Defiantly.
"Then you will die" Draco was thrown to the floor as his father glared down on him, wand pointed at Dracos' face, Draco pushed himself slowly, carefully hiding the hand that was reaching for his wand.
'You insolent." his father continued, words seemed to fail his anger though, as he searched for something harsh enough. Draco was now standing, facing his father, his hand clasped tight over his wand ready to strike.
"You'll be disowned from the family, wiped out of our history" His father pointed his wand at a family portrait as a blast burned a hole in the exact spot where Dracos' face had been painted, but before his father could turn back to Draco and realise his mistake Draco had whipped his wand from under his cloak.
"Expelliarmus!" Draco yelled, just as a red bolt came streaking across the room toward him from his mothers direction, his father was knocked backwards of his feet with the disarming charm as Draco was caught straight in the chest with his mothers curse, he was hurled backwards with a force that winded him as he crashed into the fireplace.
He thrashed around panicking that the flames would engulf him and burn his flesh. But stopped after a while when he realised that the flames were not scorching him but merely giving his skin a tingling sensation.
"The Floo Powder"
The glass bowl holding the Floo powder had smashed into the fireplace when he was thrust backwards. His father was still on the ground when he looked back into the lounge room, and his mother was gripping her chair with white knuckles, apparently shocked that she'd just cursed her son or perhaps surprised that he hadn't died. The latter sounded more believable.
Draco took his chance to escape and leaned back out of the fire grabbing the suitcase still lying on the floor and flinging it back into the fire with him he tucked in his limbs and yelled the only place he knew safe to go
"HOGWARTS!"
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Read and review please