~*Not Nice*~
Chapter One: What Fun
A/N: Go easy on me if you plan on giving me flameys! Heee.... R+R!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS....except Drake and other people.
"Mother, why can't I go to Eton!?" Young Drake Malice cried.
"Because you can't!" Drake's father snapped.
"Mother!" Drake whined.
Drake's mother, Marissa Malice, shook her head sympathetically. "Sorry dear, but when your father makes his decision, that's that."
Drake grumbled something his parents couldn't hear and stomped angrily upstairs to his room. When Drake reached his bedroom, he stormed inside and flopped over on his bed, thinking about how miserable his life would be when he'd attend at that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. With a gloomy sigh, he rolled over on his bed and drifted off to a dreamy sleep.
~*Next Morning*~
"DRAKE! WAKE UP!"
~*~"No....No....don't kill me!" Drake screamed. Drake ran down the drafty tunnel, running away from a gloppy creature~*~
"DRACONUS WICKE MALICE! GET DOWN HERE NOW THIS INSTANT!!!!"
"Huh?" Drake cracked an eye open. The sun was shining threw his bedroom window. It seemed to be blinding him.
"ARGH!" Drake groaned. He quickly thumped off his bed and slumped toward the bathroom.
"DRAKE! WAKE UP NOW!" the shrill voice rang out through the manor again.
Drake kicked the bathroom door closed with a slam as his spat out his Shining Gold Fang toothpaste.
"DRAKE! GET YOURSELF DOWN HERE NOW!" a deep voice rumbled this time.
Drake rinsed his mouth swiftly and ran out of his bedroom. He slid down the stair rail as fast as he could and stopped into the living room with a skid. His mother and father were already seated on the white, fluffy, and expensive-looking couch. Drake plopped onto a cushion chair and stared at his parents.
"You called?" he asked blankly.
His father, Louisi Malice, looked ready to explode in any second. Drake gulped, not knowing why.
"You haven't packed for your first term at that Hoggy....er....Wartsy school yet," his mother pointed out.
"I was going to," Drake fibbed.
Louisi cocked an eyebrow. "I see. Anyway, we've got to stop by Diagon Alley to get your school things soon, and-"
"Whaaaaat!? But I always get my school things at Knockturn Alley!" Drake complained, interrupting Louisi.
"Yes, but that was when you attended at Durmstrang!" his father said, in a voice that meant to Drake that the discussion was over. Breakfast went past in a blur for Drake, and for all the depression he stuffed into his mind he couldn't concentrate on anything. The world seemed to make sense for Drake once his father finally said, "Let's go."
Drake absentmindedly threw a pinch of Floo Powder into the living room fireplace and stepped into it.
"Kno-"
"Diagon Alley, Draconus!" Louisi cut in.
Drake rolled his eyes. "Diagon Alley," he said sullenly.
He felt a heavy push and found himself in a whirl of color a second later. After passing a few fireplaces, he fell flat-faced out of the fireplace. The millions stacks of wand boxes around him told him he was at Ollivander's. (A/N: How? I don't know. He probably has sensors.)
"Dear, dear, and who are you?" a voice came out of nowhere.
~*Drake's P.O.V*~
Oh great, I thought. I looked up and saw an old-looking man with white, frizzy hair.
"Um, I'm Drake Malice."
I don't know why, but the man looked pretty surprised to see me. "Are you a Malice?" he asked.
"Er, yah."
I was wondering why he asked me that question. But then it was pretty obvious that everyone knows about the Malices. I puffed myself up, to try to make myself look superior [even though I am]. "Ah well...I'm Mr. Ollivander. Can I help you with anything?" he asked, smiling at me. My eyes averted to the door.
"Um....I think I fell out through the wrong fireplace, so....I'll be going," I told him, fixing on a fake smile.
"Ahh....well, have a nice day," Mr. Ollivander said as he walked into the back room. I ran out of the dark place and a split second later I found myself in an alley full of witches and wizards milling about. This is going to be a long day, I thought with a sigh.
I spotted a store called Flourish and Blotts. I pulled out the Hogwarts school list and found a long line of books I had to look for. About two to five hours later, I finally found all the things I needed for Hogwarts. Let's just say I let the day go by and let it be, let it be, let it be!
A/N: I know the first chapter doesn't sound like it's getting anywhere, but trust me. IT WILL! If not....um, I dunno. ~*Peanut Butter Code Red Kracker*~
Chapter One: What Fun
A/N: Go easy on me if you plan on giving me flameys! Heee.... R+R!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS....except Drake and other people.
"Mother, why can't I go to Eton!?" Young Drake Malice cried.
"Because you can't!" Drake's father snapped.
"Mother!" Drake whined.
Drake's mother, Marissa Malice, shook her head sympathetically. "Sorry dear, but when your father makes his decision, that's that."
Drake grumbled something his parents couldn't hear and stomped angrily upstairs to his room. When Drake reached his bedroom, he stormed inside and flopped over on his bed, thinking about how miserable his life would be when he'd attend at that Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. With a gloomy sigh, he rolled over on his bed and drifted off to a dreamy sleep.
~*Next Morning*~
"DRAKE! WAKE UP!"
~*~"No....No....don't kill me!" Drake screamed. Drake ran down the drafty tunnel, running away from a gloppy creature~*~
"DRACONUS WICKE MALICE! GET DOWN HERE NOW THIS INSTANT!!!!"
"Huh?" Drake cracked an eye open. The sun was shining threw his bedroom window. It seemed to be blinding him.
"ARGH!" Drake groaned. He quickly thumped off his bed and slumped toward the bathroom.
"DRAKE! WAKE UP NOW!" the shrill voice rang out through the manor again.
Drake kicked the bathroom door closed with a slam as his spat out his Shining Gold Fang toothpaste.
"DRAKE! GET YOURSELF DOWN HERE NOW!" a deep voice rumbled this time.
Drake rinsed his mouth swiftly and ran out of his bedroom. He slid down the stair rail as fast as he could and stopped into the living room with a skid. His mother and father were already seated on the white, fluffy, and expensive-looking couch. Drake plopped onto a cushion chair and stared at his parents.
"You called?" he asked blankly.
His father, Louisi Malice, looked ready to explode in any second. Drake gulped, not knowing why.
"You haven't packed for your first term at that Hoggy....er....Wartsy school yet," his mother pointed out.
"I was going to," Drake fibbed.
Louisi cocked an eyebrow. "I see. Anyway, we've got to stop by Diagon Alley to get your school things soon, and-"
"Whaaaaat!? But I always get my school things at Knockturn Alley!" Drake complained, interrupting Louisi.
"Yes, but that was when you attended at Durmstrang!" his father said, in a voice that meant to Drake that the discussion was over. Breakfast went past in a blur for Drake, and for all the depression he stuffed into his mind he couldn't concentrate on anything. The world seemed to make sense for Drake once his father finally said, "Let's go."
Drake absentmindedly threw a pinch of Floo Powder into the living room fireplace and stepped into it.
"Kno-"
"Diagon Alley, Draconus!" Louisi cut in.
Drake rolled his eyes. "Diagon Alley," he said sullenly.
He felt a heavy push and found himself in a whirl of color a second later. After passing a few fireplaces, he fell flat-faced out of the fireplace. The millions stacks of wand boxes around him told him he was at Ollivander's. (A/N: How? I don't know. He probably has sensors.)
"Dear, dear, and who are you?" a voice came out of nowhere.
~*Drake's P.O.V*~
Oh great, I thought. I looked up and saw an old-looking man with white, frizzy hair.
"Um, I'm Drake Malice."
I don't know why, but the man looked pretty surprised to see me. "Are you a Malice?" he asked.
"Er, yah."
I was wondering why he asked me that question. But then it was pretty obvious that everyone knows about the Malices. I puffed myself up, to try to make myself look superior [even though I am]. "Ah well...I'm Mr. Ollivander. Can I help you with anything?" he asked, smiling at me. My eyes averted to the door.
"Um....I think I fell out through the wrong fireplace, so....I'll be going," I told him, fixing on a fake smile.
"Ahh....well, have a nice day," Mr. Ollivander said as he walked into the back room. I ran out of the dark place and a split second later I found myself in an alley full of witches and wizards milling about. This is going to be a long day, I thought with a sigh.
I spotted a store called Flourish and Blotts. I pulled out the Hogwarts school list and found a long line of books I had to look for. About two to five hours later, I finally found all the things I needed for Hogwarts. Let's just say I let the day go by and let it be, let it be, let it be!
A/N: I know the first chapter doesn't sound like it's getting anywhere, but trust me. IT WILL! If not....um, I dunno. ~*Peanut Butter Code Red Kracker*~