The Puppet
Introduction
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling's not mine
Draco walked the hallways of Malfoy manor in a graceful manner. Striding off to their family room. Darkness showered the hallways and his footsteps made sounds, against the well-polished wooden floor.
What did he want now? Whatever it is, it should be important. He reached the door and abruptly opened it. He stopped on tracks on seeing who was sitting in front of him.
He bowed. His master was here in flesh. He felt his Dark mark tighten.
"Draco"
He heard his name and a shiver went through his spine. The Master's voice was terrifyingly calm. What was he up to?
"You were called here to perform a request. an order to be exact" Draco raised his eyebrow. This was his master, and his father always told him to follow his commands. Draco shrugged and listened to his Master again.
".a very important mission indeed. To spy on our nemesis Harry Potter" the last two words made him stiffen. Harry Potter? Hated those forsaken four syllables. His eyes darkened.
"Of course Master. What do I have to do?" Draco replied coldly. Voldemort stood up and towered over the young man.
"You'll soon find out" replied Voldemort. His eyes were gleaming with mischief, and Draco does not like this at all. Draco watched as Wormtail handed Voldemort an old wand.
Draco's eyes were glued to his Master. Finally, Voldemort rose his hand and pointed it at Draco. This couldn't be bad. And Voldemort started to mutter a discreet spell. I'm going to get more power, I'll be stronger.
Vos mei famulus fidelis latum consecro converto in pupa
I will be fine, and this mission shall be easy.
Draco started to shrink. Shrink? I wasn't supposed to shrink! . He felt his blood hardening.then his muscles- his flesh. He looked at his feet and hands, they were turning wood. He looked up. Voldemort was suddenly a giant, who could easily step on him. He looked around, no. He was not a giant. Draco was a puppet.
"What the fuck did you turn me into a puppet for?" Draco's eyes widened when he heard his voice, it was very very squeaky. Voldemort wasn't listening to him. He picked up the toy and shoved it into a box.
Apparently, he still could feel pain and think. 'Ouch' He tried to stand up but he wasn't used to wooden legs.
This was way too complicated. What was the point of turning him into a freaking puppet? And how was he going to turn back to normal? He never got his answers. Instead, he felt motion- he was in a vehicle no doubt, but to where?
He looked up. A line of light was the only thing he could see. "Welcome To Diagon Alley" a man from the outside spoke. Draco rolled his eyes and shrugged. What an idiot I am.
He felt a pair of hands carry his box, very harshly. He was sliding back and forth. Damn it. Good thing he still has his brains, unfortunately he was beginning to think that he would soon be, sitting in a shelf.
I'm doomed. In fact he was. He found himself being pulled out of the box by an old lady. He was in some kind of store. The old lady examined him intently. Raising her eyeglasses and scrunching her nose.
"Lets see. Can you talk little guy?" The woman asked. But Draco was busy looking at the mirror behind the old woman. His eyes were annoyingly.big. He had red paint on his cheeks and an awful wardrobe.
He snapped out of his trance when the woman harshly slapped his head. He glared at the old woman.
"Yes I can talk. I am one of the most intelligent puppet you'll ever have the honor of touching" Draco Puppet said squeakily. He hated his voice and his entire situation right now.
"That's what they all say" the old woman muttered. She took him and carried him all the way to the back. Draco finally realized where he was. Old clothes, furnitures and toys were sold here.
".Bargain store? What the fuck am I doing here? Let go of me!" The woman scowled at him. "I swear if you don't shut that dirty mouth of yours, I'll throw you out. You worthless piece of wood!" she said while sticking a 1 knut price tag on the Puppet. He was about to jump and run, but was soon plastered to a shelf by a spell.
He was about to open his mouth but hesitated. What was he getting himself into? He kept quiet.
Wow. He was in a stupid Bargain store and he was a freaking puppet, things couldn't get worst.
"Ginny over here!" he heard a voice. Unfortunately it was too familiar. Ronald Weasley, entered the store. This is the shopping place for those Weasleys.figures. The old woman approached Ron with a big smile on her face. Greeting him and asked him how his mother was doing.
He then noticed a girl standing on the doorway. He quickly glanced and looked back to Ron. but he glanced right back at her. She also had red hair, the first thing he noticed. And figured she was Weasleys youngest sister. He raised an eyebrow, and his wooden eyebrow creaked (much to his annoyance) How old was she? What was her name? What year was she in? those questions flooded his head.
She had her hair tied into a loose bun, little ringlets falling on the frame of her face. Her brown eyes looked magnificent against her ivory tone. She had a beautiful figure. Draco was speechless.
.---+---.,
Ginny looked around the shoppe. This was her mum's favorite place to buy, needs. They have sturdy items that could last long in a very affordable price. She had been a frequent buyer here.
She caught glimpse of the toy section, a puppet seemed to attract her attention. She walked to it in a normal pace. When she reached the shelves she leaned down for a closer look.
".Looks awfully familiar" she muttered touching the face of the wooden doll. It had blonde hair and exceptional big silver eyes. "Cute" she murmured. Touching it once more.
Draco was speechless. Soon, he found himself being carried to the counter by the little Weasley. "I'd like to buy this pls." She said to the old woman who was busy talking to Ron about the Quidditch cards. Ron scrunched up his face with disgust and the old woman stared at the puppet, then to Ginny and back to the puppet.
"That Puppet talks miss Weasley. I just don't like it's attitude" the woman eyed the puppet. ".but it seems to be behaving now" Ginny's eyes widened. A talking puppet for a knut, how cool is this?
"Hey buddy, you could talk? Well, say something" Ginny said. Ron snorted and waited for the doll's reply.
"You are an idiot, poor excuse of a living." The puppet suddenly sat up while pointing at Ron.
Ron turned red. "Why you!.." ".I'll take him" Ginny suddenly interrupted.
"He'll be very useful." Ginny eyed Ron and paid the old woman.
She walked out the door with a hug smile on her face.
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Introduction
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling's not mine
Draco walked the hallways of Malfoy manor in a graceful manner. Striding off to their family room. Darkness showered the hallways and his footsteps made sounds, against the well-polished wooden floor.
What did he want now? Whatever it is, it should be important. He reached the door and abruptly opened it. He stopped on tracks on seeing who was sitting in front of him.
He bowed. His master was here in flesh. He felt his Dark mark tighten.
"Draco"
He heard his name and a shiver went through his spine. The Master's voice was terrifyingly calm. What was he up to?
"You were called here to perform a request. an order to be exact" Draco raised his eyebrow. This was his master, and his father always told him to follow his commands. Draco shrugged and listened to his Master again.
".a very important mission indeed. To spy on our nemesis Harry Potter" the last two words made him stiffen. Harry Potter? Hated those forsaken four syllables. His eyes darkened.
"Of course Master. What do I have to do?" Draco replied coldly. Voldemort stood up and towered over the young man.
"You'll soon find out" replied Voldemort. His eyes were gleaming with mischief, and Draco does not like this at all. Draco watched as Wormtail handed Voldemort an old wand.
Draco's eyes were glued to his Master. Finally, Voldemort rose his hand and pointed it at Draco. This couldn't be bad. And Voldemort started to mutter a discreet spell. I'm going to get more power, I'll be stronger.
Vos mei famulus fidelis latum consecro converto in pupa
I will be fine, and this mission shall be easy.
Draco started to shrink. Shrink? I wasn't supposed to shrink! . He felt his blood hardening.then his muscles- his flesh. He looked at his feet and hands, they were turning wood. He looked up. Voldemort was suddenly a giant, who could easily step on him. He looked around, no. He was not a giant. Draco was a puppet.
"What the fuck did you turn me into a puppet for?" Draco's eyes widened when he heard his voice, it was very very squeaky. Voldemort wasn't listening to him. He picked up the toy and shoved it into a box.
Apparently, he still could feel pain and think. 'Ouch' He tried to stand up but he wasn't used to wooden legs.
This was way too complicated. What was the point of turning him into a freaking puppet? And how was he going to turn back to normal? He never got his answers. Instead, he felt motion- he was in a vehicle no doubt, but to where?
He looked up. A line of light was the only thing he could see. "Welcome To Diagon Alley" a man from the outside spoke. Draco rolled his eyes and shrugged. What an idiot I am.
He felt a pair of hands carry his box, very harshly. He was sliding back and forth. Damn it. Good thing he still has his brains, unfortunately he was beginning to think that he would soon be, sitting in a shelf.
I'm doomed. In fact he was. He found himself being pulled out of the box by an old lady. He was in some kind of store. The old lady examined him intently. Raising her eyeglasses and scrunching her nose.
"Lets see. Can you talk little guy?" The woman asked. But Draco was busy looking at the mirror behind the old woman. His eyes were annoyingly.big. He had red paint on his cheeks and an awful wardrobe.
He snapped out of his trance when the woman harshly slapped his head. He glared at the old woman.
"Yes I can talk. I am one of the most intelligent puppet you'll ever have the honor of touching" Draco Puppet said squeakily. He hated his voice and his entire situation right now.
"That's what they all say" the old woman muttered. She took him and carried him all the way to the back. Draco finally realized where he was. Old clothes, furnitures and toys were sold here.
".Bargain store? What the fuck am I doing here? Let go of me!" The woman scowled at him. "I swear if you don't shut that dirty mouth of yours, I'll throw you out. You worthless piece of wood!" she said while sticking a 1 knut price tag on the Puppet. He was about to jump and run, but was soon plastered to a shelf by a spell.
He was about to open his mouth but hesitated. What was he getting himself into? He kept quiet.
Wow. He was in a stupid Bargain store and he was a freaking puppet, things couldn't get worst.
"Ginny over here!" he heard a voice. Unfortunately it was too familiar. Ronald Weasley, entered the store. This is the shopping place for those Weasleys.figures. The old woman approached Ron with a big smile on her face. Greeting him and asked him how his mother was doing.
He then noticed a girl standing on the doorway. He quickly glanced and looked back to Ron. but he glanced right back at her. She also had red hair, the first thing he noticed. And figured she was Weasleys youngest sister. He raised an eyebrow, and his wooden eyebrow creaked (much to his annoyance) How old was she? What was her name? What year was she in? those questions flooded his head.
She had her hair tied into a loose bun, little ringlets falling on the frame of her face. Her brown eyes looked magnificent against her ivory tone. She had a beautiful figure. Draco was speechless.
.---+---.,
Ginny looked around the shoppe. This was her mum's favorite place to buy, needs. They have sturdy items that could last long in a very affordable price. She had been a frequent buyer here.
She caught glimpse of the toy section, a puppet seemed to attract her attention. She walked to it in a normal pace. When she reached the shelves she leaned down for a closer look.
".Looks awfully familiar" she muttered touching the face of the wooden doll. It had blonde hair and exceptional big silver eyes. "Cute" she murmured. Touching it once more.
Draco was speechless. Soon, he found himself being carried to the counter by the little Weasley. "I'd like to buy this pls." She said to the old woman who was busy talking to Ron about the Quidditch cards. Ron scrunched up his face with disgust and the old woman stared at the puppet, then to Ginny and back to the puppet.
"That Puppet talks miss Weasley. I just don't like it's attitude" the woman eyed the puppet. ".but it seems to be behaving now" Ginny's eyes widened. A talking puppet for a knut, how cool is this?
"Hey buddy, you could talk? Well, say something" Ginny said. Ron snorted and waited for the doll's reply.
"You are an idiot, poor excuse of a living." The puppet suddenly sat up while pointing at Ron.
Ron turned red. "Why you!.." ".I'll take him" Ginny suddenly interrupted.
"He'll be very useful." Ginny eyed Ron and paid the old woman.
She walked out the door with a hug smile on her face.
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