Chapter One
Potions, my best subject. I am failing in transfiguration, father is very disappointed in me. No disappointed, isn't the word I want, furious with me.
Thats it. I saw movement in the corner of my eye, Hermione was franticly waving her hand in the air to some question Professor Snape asked.
She always knew the answers, to bad I can't ask her to help me in transfiguration
I would really get it from Father then. I can just imagen it, I go home for Christmas and tell him "Father I am being touterd by Hermione Granger in transfiguration, the hottest witch in 6th year."
Hah, father would really beat the shit out of me then. I quickly tried to look busy as Snape swept by me with his usual snare.
I stole another side glance at Hemione. She had gotten very beautiful over the last few years, long auburn hair, beautiful blue eyes, a perfect body, well to me at least.
I suppose nothing had really changed with her except the normal stuff, taller, fuller. To me she was the most beautiful person ever, not the fake kind of beauty with Pansy, but the natural kind that just happens the moment you roll out of bed.
She looked suddenly at me, I quickly gave her one of my famous Malfoy glares. She glared right back and returned to working with Ron. Goyle to the left of me gave my arm a shove, drawing my attention back to the real world.
I finished the minor truth potion with ease, and went back to "Hermione glancing" as everyone finished with theirs.
Suddenly there was a loud "POP" drawing everyones attention to the fire place. Professor McGonagall's head was sticking out of it.
Snape strode over to her in his usual manner, leaning down to listen to what she had to say, he paled. If it were possible for him to pail more then usual.
McGonagall disappeared with another "POP" leaving Snape standing there. Coming to his senses, he walked over to me.
"Malfoy, you are wanted in Headmaster Dumbledore's office. McGonagall will meet you there. Do you need directions?"
Silently I shook my head, I had been to the headmaster's office enough to know my way by now.
Gather in up my stuff I quickly went over things in my mind. Why did he want me to see him. I don't think I've done anything lately.
As I headed for the door, Snape told me to use the fire insted, it would be quicker that way. Giving him a strange look, I took the handfull of floo powder and shouted "Headmaster Dumbledore's Office" as I stepped into the fire.
Traveling by Floo Powder was always strange.
Dusting off myself, I walked over and sat on the chair in front of Dumbledore's desk. He looked at me with what I thought was pity.
"I have grave news for you, your father was in a fight in Diagon Ally, he has been killed. I am truly sorry."
This is unbelievable, my father dead? I sat there a moment trying to figure out what to say to this. Finally all I came up with was, "Really?"
How pathetic was that? Dumbledore look at me kind of funny now, I suppose that wasn't the most.....intelligent....proper thing to say. "Yes, really. Is there something I should know about Mr.Malfoy?"
I hesitated and then told him "no." He looked at me strange again and told me that I could come to talk to him about anything whenever I wanted to.
At that point I stood up and headed for the door, there were things I needed to think about.
Authors Note: OK how did you like this? If you even read this then please review... if you are an author on ff.net then you know how nice it is to get reviews. And don't flame me unless it is practical flaming like telling me what you didn't like insted of just saying "you suk" or something like that. This isn't my first story... I deleted all my first ones cuz they really really sucked and I needed to get them out of exsistance. Yea I know my spelling sucks......So don't flame me about it OK if I get at least 2 reviews then I will continue. -Lyra