A crack of thunder and a stab of lightening illuminated the ebony black
night sky as rain heaved against the glass windows of the Malfoy estate. A
desolate lost building hidden in a forest of brambles and thorns. The only
light to be found with in the stone walls was the occasional candle flame
floating in the darkness of the Malfoy's maze like dwelling made up from
twisting passageways and winding stairs. The feeling of being lost in the
manor was not only geographical, the never ending feeling of displacement
ran deeper than any human would be able to see for it was mirrored in the
glass grey eyes of the estates heir.
Draco Malfoy had long grown accustom to the sound of his younger sister Nadia screaming during the night as she was rapped by whichever of the deatheaters could manage to sneak up to her room first, however that wasn't always a problem as most of the deatheaters that communed with his father, the stern and rather disturbed Lucius Diablo Malfoy the third, were not apposed to a gangbang with the young witch. Even Lucius himself didn't mind the occasional romp with the girl. It couldn't have been Lucius in with her tonight; she knew not to scream when he was with her.
Draco's body was far from delicate, which would have followed suit with all the other Malfoy males; no instead his body was hard and toned from Quidditch. His long limbs gave him a tall stature and at the age if sixteen he was already towering above his father. He leaned against the mahogany frame of the open window allowing the rain to soak him through causing his black cotton night wear to cling to his skin revealing his muscles. His skin was pale almost porcelain, when he was a small child if he were to sit still for long he could have been mistaken for a doll. Wet strands of white silver hair hung down his face. His ice blue eyes reflecting another stab of lightening as he looked out into the distance beyond the brambles to the hills of the British countryside.
The door to his room swung open breaking his meditation with a start. It was his mother; Narcissa Malfoy the ice queen from hell (it hadn't always been so he had it good authority that she used to be very nice) stalked the halls of Malfoy manor in a drunken stupor every night.
"Close that god damn window you'll catch a cold and die!" Narcissa enjoyed barking out orders.
"Yes mother." Draco spoke through gritted teeth, he despised people coming into his room with out permission even if it was his mother whom when all was said and done he did actually love, he knew the only reason she was emotionally shot was because she has married a Malfoy. Draco closed the window and shook the excess water from his hair. Draco walked over to Narcissa who was becoming a little unsettled on her feet he picked her up; her thin body lay across his arms her head buried into his shoulder; he looked down at her emaciated hips showing through her silk night gown. She had long since replaced food with alcohol. He got his blue eyes from her but she had long since lost her sparkle.
The next morning at breakfast the house elves scurried around catering to everyone needs. Lucius had already killed one by breaking it neck because it forgot the cream for his coffee. Nadia sat quietly with a look of sheer torment on her face after almost a year she still couldn't get used to the idea of being so mistreated. She hadn't bothered cleaning herself up much to Lucius' disgust. Her hair was matted and knotted and bruises stained her skin, her bottom lip was bleeding she must have been bitten in an overly passionate kiss, if passion was the word for it. The scars from numerous suicide attempts snaked over her wrists. A solitary tear ran down her cheek, a delicate sniff escaped her.
"What is the matter with you?" Lucius asked over the morning's daily prophet.
She didn't even give a response instead she fled the dining room in a fit of sobs. Lucius looked to Draco and laughed.
"I'll never understand your sister she is always so over dramatic." Lucius thought that the nightly rape of Nadia was some thing she should be used to by now.
Later that day Draco escaped the dreary confines of Malfoy manor by fleeing to his rather isolated tree house. Only a select few were even aware of its existence let alone where a bouts. The tree house in Draco's opinion contained all of life essentials, a comfortable sofa, a mini bar stocked with butter beer, as many books as were required to do both homework and study all the worlds' ancient evils. Although his father would kill him for this he had both a muggle hi-fi and television that Blaise had picked up from god only knows where. Of course there was also what no teenage boys tree house would be complete with out centerfolds from "playwizard".
As most young pure blood boys do Draco and his best friend Blaise Zambini dreamed of becoming the wizarding worlds most famous, even more so that Voldemort. They were currently engaged in translating a set of ancient manuscripts that Blaise believed would hold the secret to untold power, truth was Blaise came up with an artifact of untold power every couple of days and it always turned out to be nothing but still they enjoyed each others company and who knew one day they might come across something.
Blaise was like a breath of air for Draco after being stuck in Malfoy manor with his abusive father, emotionally crippled mother and suicidal sister. He had soft red hair that he suited rather well, not like the Weasly's who looked like they had stuck a set of red mops on there heads. His eyes were green, a deep shaded of green beyond jade and emerald. Blaise was more than a friend to Draco he was a brother and the feeling was mutual between them.
"The mirror of Lous, what do you think that means?" Blaise had been able to translate the heading on the old parchment.
"Are you sure that's what it says?" Draco looked over Blaises' notes only to find that his was indeed correct. The rest of the afternoon was spent in translating the instructions on what the mirror of Lous was. Draco read aloud the rest of the parchment.
"Upon looking into the Mirror you will see all you have done that has ever hurt another living soul and all the ripples of that actions, then you will feel that pain yourself ten fold. This could be very interesting indeed!" Draco smirked, his father was indeed very fond of looking at his own reflection.
Draco Malfoy had long grown accustom to the sound of his younger sister Nadia screaming during the night as she was rapped by whichever of the deatheaters could manage to sneak up to her room first, however that wasn't always a problem as most of the deatheaters that communed with his father, the stern and rather disturbed Lucius Diablo Malfoy the third, were not apposed to a gangbang with the young witch. Even Lucius himself didn't mind the occasional romp with the girl. It couldn't have been Lucius in with her tonight; she knew not to scream when he was with her.
Draco's body was far from delicate, which would have followed suit with all the other Malfoy males; no instead his body was hard and toned from Quidditch. His long limbs gave him a tall stature and at the age if sixteen he was already towering above his father. He leaned against the mahogany frame of the open window allowing the rain to soak him through causing his black cotton night wear to cling to his skin revealing his muscles. His skin was pale almost porcelain, when he was a small child if he were to sit still for long he could have been mistaken for a doll. Wet strands of white silver hair hung down his face. His ice blue eyes reflecting another stab of lightening as he looked out into the distance beyond the brambles to the hills of the British countryside.
The door to his room swung open breaking his meditation with a start. It was his mother; Narcissa Malfoy the ice queen from hell (it hadn't always been so he had it good authority that she used to be very nice) stalked the halls of Malfoy manor in a drunken stupor every night.
"Close that god damn window you'll catch a cold and die!" Narcissa enjoyed barking out orders.
"Yes mother." Draco spoke through gritted teeth, he despised people coming into his room with out permission even if it was his mother whom when all was said and done he did actually love, he knew the only reason she was emotionally shot was because she has married a Malfoy. Draco closed the window and shook the excess water from his hair. Draco walked over to Narcissa who was becoming a little unsettled on her feet he picked her up; her thin body lay across his arms her head buried into his shoulder; he looked down at her emaciated hips showing through her silk night gown. She had long since replaced food with alcohol. He got his blue eyes from her but she had long since lost her sparkle.
The next morning at breakfast the house elves scurried around catering to everyone needs. Lucius had already killed one by breaking it neck because it forgot the cream for his coffee. Nadia sat quietly with a look of sheer torment on her face after almost a year she still couldn't get used to the idea of being so mistreated. She hadn't bothered cleaning herself up much to Lucius' disgust. Her hair was matted and knotted and bruises stained her skin, her bottom lip was bleeding she must have been bitten in an overly passionate kiss, if passion was the word for it. The scars from numerous suicide attempts snaked over her wrists. A solitary tear ran down her cheek, a delicate sniff escaped her.
"What is the matter with you?" Lucius asked over the morning's daily prophet.
She didn't even give a response instead she fled the dining room in a fit of sobs. Lucius looked to Draco and laughed.
"I'll never understand your sister she is always so over dramatic." Lucius thought that the nightly rape of Nadia was some thing she should be used to by now.
Later that day Draco escaped the dreary confines of Malfoy manor by fleeing to his rather isolated tree house. Only a select few were even aware of its existence let alone where a bouts. The tree house in Draco's opinion contained all of life essentials, a comfortable sofa, a mini bar stocked with butter beer, as many books as were required to do both homework and study all the worlds' ancient evils. Although his father would kill him for this he had both a muggle hi-fi and television that Blaise had picked up from god only knows where. Of course there was also what no teenage boys tree house would be complete with out centerfolds from "playwizard".
As most young pure blood boys do Draco and his best friend Blaise Zambini dreamed of becoming the wizarding worlds most famous, even more so that Voldemort. They were currently engaged in translating a set of ancient manuscripts that Blaise believed would hold the secret to untold power, truth was Blaise came up with an artifact of untold power every couple of days and it always turned out to be nothing but still they enjoyed each others company and who knew one day they might come across something.
Blaise was like a breath of air for Draco after being stuck in Malfoy manor with his abusive father, emotionally crippled mother and suicidal sister. He had soft red hair that he suited rather well, not like the Weasly's who looked like they had stuck a set of red mops on there heads. His eyes were green, a deep shaded of green beyond jade and emerald. Blaise was more than a friend to Draco he was a brother and the feeling was mutual between them.
"The mirror of Lous, what do you think that means?" Blaise had been able to translate the heading on the old parchment.
"Are you sure that's what it says?" Draco looked over Blaises' notes only to find that his was indeed correct. The rest of the afternoon was spent in translating the instructions on what the mirror of Lous was. Draco read aloud the rest of the parchment.
"Upon looking into the Mirror you will see all you have done that has ever hurt another living soul and all the ripples of that actions, then you will feel that pain yourself ten fold. This could be very interesting indeed!" Draco smirked, his father was indeed very fond of looking at his own reflection.
