DISCLAIMER:: I do not own anything save the storyline.
ABOUT:: This is in response to a contest at The Hideaway
RULES:: DETAIL: Choose a HP character and write about them casting their first spell. LENGTH: 400-800 words
"Concentrate boy, damn it!" A tall, slender man with cold grey eyes and long, white-blonde hair that was swept back into a low ponytail snarled. His pale, strong features turned ugly as his anger grew. "Do something!" He snapped, his right arm lashing out to slap the small, beautiful boy, who cowered before him, across the face. A bright red mar flared where his hand ha struck. "Levitate the snake, light the wand" He hissed almost daringly, "do something other than just sit there like an idiot, boy!"
"Father" The boy could have been no more than five. His face was beautiful and carved in an effeminate manner. It was in fact, argued that the Malfoy line, to witch the boy belonged, had veela blood coursing through their pure veins. "Father, I'm sorry - please father!" The young child was in tears. The man snarled again and slapped him across the same cheek, a purple bruise blooming where his palm had struck.
"Lucius!" an elegant, pale woman with cascading blonde hair cried in horror as she burst into the room. To look at her, you would think her incapable of bursting; her tall, thin frame seemed too delicate, as though it would snap if any pressure was applied. As she rushed over to the boy, who no doubt was her son, you could see that the willow frame housed a strong, courageous woman. "Draco" She cooed, cradling the boy, who melted into the safety of her arms, "Draco, what has your father done to you?" she gasped, seeing the bruise, "Lucius!" she snarled, her voice dripping venom. She loved the boy dearly; no one had the right to harm him. "Leave him Lucius" She commanded, "Draco has tried enough magic for one day."
"But Narcissa -" Lucius started
"Enough!" glared his wife as her sulked from the room. Gentle as a lamb, Narcissa turned and healed Draco's cheek, before kissing him on the forehead. "Good-bye Draco. Be a good boy" She smiled as she too left the room.
"Bye mommy" The boy called to her retreating back. He held back his tears until well after the lock had clicked into place and his mother's footsteps had faded. Only then did he allow the tears that stung his pale grey eyes to fall free.
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Lucius sat in his study, growling, and recalled the Sunday before last.
"Draco!" Called Narcissa happily, "It's time to go to Diagon Alley!"
"Mommy" The boy had chirped, "Can I get my wand today? Please mommy – you promised!" He reminded her, tugging at her skirts.
"Yes Draco" Narcissa had laughed, "You can."
They had gone to Ollivander's for the wand. It was 11 ½ inches, crafted of oak, and its core was a dragon heart string.
The next memory caused Lucius to growl deeper, a murderous look scaring his face. Last Tuesday, Lucius and Draco had returned to Diagon Alley
"I demand a full refund!" Lucius roared at Ollivander, "the wand is faulty; the boy can't perform any magic with it"
"Did you ever consider sir," Ollivander began, calm as ever, "that perhaps it is not the wan which is faulty, but the child?" his reasoning fell on a turned back and deaf ears.
Draco, a squib. That blasted man had practically called Draco a squib! Lucius picked up a glass paperweight – it was carved as a coiled serpent – and threw it hard against the opposite wall, where it shattered into a thousand pieces.
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Draco sniffed. He wanted Eros, his snaky, but daddy had put him on top of the wardrobe. Draco picked up his wand. All he had to do was move it a little bit.
"W-wing-ar-dee-um Lev-ee-oh-sah" he said, his tongue tripping over the foreign syllables. He flicked his wand as his father had shown him and his favorite toy, Eros, floated gently into his arms. Draco proceeded to cuddle the plush, a joyous smile on his face.
He'd just done magic.