Unexpected Turn of Events
Ch.1: Malfoy Mishap
It had been a boring summer for Draco, this year. In two weeks he would be on his way back to Hogwarts, where he was treated like a god by his fellow Slytherins. He had, since the end of last term looked forward to September 1st. From the moment he had gotten off of the Hogwarts Express, he had sensed that things had changed at home. Upon reaching Malfoy Manor; his suspicions had been confirmed. The first sign had been a small one; the gates showed signs of rust, and hadn't been polished in a while. After entering the foyer he had noticed signs of something he had never seen at his house, dust! This had put him on guard immediately, because since before he was born never had dust been around long enough to settle on anything; even after the loss of their house elf. He turned and entered the kitchen, situated in the right hallway off of the foyer. To his surprise, he hadn't found the hired help he was accustomed to. This had bewildered him immediately. Without further procrastination he had gone to the den, where his father was. Upon his entrance to the room, he had been told to sit down.
"There is something we need to discuss Draco; it will affect both of our lives immeasurably." His father had begun. "Your mother and I are getting a divorce; she has already left as you may have noticed."
"You're getting a divorce?" He had echoed. "What about our family?"
"We are doing as we see fit to do." He had replied, firmly. "You will be staying here with me."
After receiving that unwelcome news, he had fled upstairs to his bedroom. After closing and locking the door; he had proceeded to begin throwing things at the wall and yelling in frustration. It wasn't fair. Why did it have to be his family? It could have been Granger, or Weasley's family, but no it was his. Two lamps, a chair, and a textbook later, he had finally calmed down enough to begin writing a letter to his mother.
Dear Mother, I have just received the unwelcome news that you and Father are getting a divorce. During the explanation I was informed that I will be living with Father instead of you. Is there a chance that this can be changed? How are you? I have so many questions I am afraid to ask of Father. Why are you getting a divorce? Will I still be allowed to see you? I await your reply. Your loving, devoted son, Draco.
He had attached the letter to his eagle owl, Freedom and had sent him off. As Freedom faded from view, Draco looked around his room. The remnants of the shattered lamps, the broken chair, and the ripped textbook remained where they had met their fates. At that moment, Draco had realized exactly how alone in the world he was. Crabbe and Goyle would laugh stupidly as always when he told them, and Pansy would just be whiningly sympathetic, hoping to get something from him. Then it hit him, Potter, Weasley, and Granger would have a field day with this.
His father had entered after unlocking the door at that moment. He had sat down on Draco's bed and had told him with his trademark smirk that they would be better off without his mother. Draco had started screaming then, raging as if he were an uncontrollable storm. His father had left, midway through the rampage, and with a flick of his wand had repaired the broken items. After his father had left, Draco had vowed to do whatever he could to get even with his father for ruining his life.
Ch.1: Malfoy Mishap
It had been a boring summer for Draco, this year. In two weeks he would be on his way back to Hogwarts, where he was treated like a god by his fellow Slytherins. He had, since the end of last term looked forward to September 1st. From the moment he had gotten off of the Hogwarts Express, he had sensed that things had changed at home. Upon reaching Malfoy Manor; his suspicions had been confirmed. The first sign had been a small one; the gates showed signs of rust, and hadn't been polished in a while. After entering the foyer he had noticed signs of something he had never seen at his house, dust! This had put him on guard immediately, because since before he was born never had dust been around long enough to settle on anything; even after the loss of their house elf. He turned and entered the kitchen, situated in the right hallway off of the foyer. To his surprise, he hadn't found the hired help he was accustomed to. This had bewildered him immediately. Without further procrastination he had gone to the den, where his father was. Upon his entrance to the room, he had been told to sit down.
"There is something we need to discuss Draco; it will affect both of our lives immeasurably." His father had begun. "Your mother and I are getting a divorce; she has already left as you may have noticed."
"You're getting a divorce?" He had echoed. "What about our family?"
"We are doing as we see fit to do." He had replied, firmly. "You will be staying here with me."
After receiving that unwelcome news, he had fled upstairs to his bedroom. After closing and locking the door; he had proceeded to begin throwing things at the wall and yelling in frustration. It wasn't fair. Why did it have to be his family? It could have been Granger, or Weasley's family, but no it was his. Two lamps, a chair, and a textbook later, he had finally calmed down enough to begin writing a letter to his mother.
Dear Mother, I have just received the unwelcome news that you and Father are getting a divorce. During the explanation I was informed that I will be living with Father instead of you. Is there a chance that this can be changed? How are you? I have so many questions I am afraid to ask of Father. Why are you getting a divorce? Will I still be allowed to see you? I await your reply. Your loving, devoted son, Draco.
He had attached the letter to his eagle owl, Freedom and had sent him off. As Freedom faded from view, Draco looked around his room. The remnants of the shattered lamps, the broken chair, and the ripped textbook remained where they had met their fates. At that moment, Draco had realized exactly how alone in the world he was. Crabbe and Goyle would laugh stupidly as always when he told them, and Pansy would just be whiningly sympathetic, hoping to get something from him. Then it hit him, Potter, Weasley, and Granger would have a field day with this.
His father had entered after unlocking the door at that moment. He had sat down on Draco's bed and had told him with his trademark smirk that they would be better off without his mother. Draco had started screaming then, raging as if he were an uncontrollable storm. His father had left, midway through the rampage, and with a flick of his wand had repaired the broken items. After his father had left, Draco had vowed to do whatever he could to get even with his father for ruining his life.
