A/N: Okay guys, this should be the very last and final complete change that
I make to this story. Try as I did I was never happy with the start of this
story. Now I think I am. Though this start is rather boring I think that it
is the best so far. Review and let me know what you think. I think that I
will go ahead and give you guys a bit of an outline as to what is going to
happen in order to hopefully keep your interest.
Oh! The first three chapters may be a bit boring, but you may get some laughs once you read chapter four.
You just may NEED TO READ THIS IN ORDER TO UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON!
Basically, this story takes place in the summer before fifth year, so ignore everything in book five.
Draco's parents are sentenced to life in Azkaban; leaving him parentless. Draco is eventually shipped off to the States in order to live with his aunt, who had been disowned from the family, and his uncle who is the mudblood his aunt married.
He finds himself living on a farm in Kentucky and soon learns to pull his own weight. He winds up having to go to a public wizarding school, makes some actual friends, gets a girlfriend who later breaks his heart, gets on the quidditch team, and goes back to England where Hogwarts is hosting the inter-school international quidditch cup. Trouble comes about when everyone from his school finds out that he is the son of Death Eaters, but through it he discovers what a real family is. Oh, did I mention that him and his uncle with have some father-son-like bonding time. They go fishing. Unlike Tom Felton, Draco hates it.
We follow Draco as he grows up and eventually goes to college. He meets a girl from his past and gets married. In only a few years he finds himself to be the father of several very cute but rather devil-like children. He and his wife eventually journey back to England where they have to face her family and friends. That can cause a bit of trouble.
There will be run-ins with old school enemies, some drama, action, and some humor. Please enjoy and let me know what you think of it. Please feel free to make suggestions.
Chapter One: Prison and Escape
It had been one whole miserable month since the day his parents had been apprehended by the Ministry and his whole world had come crashing down about him. Draco Malfoy sat upon his shabby bed, which was pushed against the wall of a dimly lit and musty room, and gazed out of the hazy window at the world which was becoming increasingly wet and gray as the rain fell upon it. His forehead rested upon the glass as he watched a family below cross the empty street and disappear around the corner; the two parents and all three children huddled under one small umbrella, but all laughing and not really caring that they were getting wet.
Draco let out a heavy sigh. He couldn't believe that it had been only a month since his parents were taken from him. It seemed like a lifetime ago that aurors had burst in upon Malfoy Manor and arrested not only his father but his mother as well. Draco couldn't really recall the events of that night. Everything was in a hazy confusion. All he could remember was that he had been in his room reading when he heard a large crash coming from downstairs somewhere in the manor and the sudden sounds of yelling and screaming. He had run to the top of the stairs to see what was wrong and was about to go down after hearing his mother yell when he was suddenly grabbed from behind. He had yelled and struggled for a few moments but quickly stopped when he felt a wand tip pressed against his temple.
After that the memories were fuzzy. He could remember being drug down the stairs and seeing his father and mother surrounded by aurors. His mother was crying and she screamed frantically when she saw him being held by the auror. For some reason though he could barely hear her. Everything sounded muffled and far away. He even saw his father shouting angrily at the auror who held him, but he couldn't really hear him. After a moment the auror released him; he had no idea why, and all he could do was stand in stunned silence and watch as the aurors drug his parents away and proceeded to ransack the manor in search of any evidence that they could use against the Malfoys.
Draco really had no recollection of what happened next. He didn't know if he had passed out, was stunned by an auror, or what, but the next thing he could remember was finding himself sitting in the manor's study and hearing several men talking amongst each other over by his father's desk. One he recognized to be Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, and another he recognized as Arthur Weasley. After a few minutes Fudge approached him and sat in a chair opposite him. All Draco could do was sit silently as Fudge informed him that his parents had been arrested on the grounds of them being Death Eaters and possessing objects that would aid the Dark Lord. He very matter-of-factly stated that it was most likely his parents would receive life sentences in Azkaban and that he was to become the responsibly of the Ministry.
Draco listened but he could hardly comprehend what was being said to him. It wasn't until the next few days that everything began to sink in and he realized what had happened and what was happening. His parents were in prison and were about to stand trial where it was very likely that they would be found guilty and he would never see them again. He himself had been placed in the home of an auror who had volunteered to keep an eye on him. It had been decided that Draco would not be placed in an orphanage as the Ministry did not want to allow him near other children where he may have a damaging influence upon them or perhaps physically harm one. Draco had no relatives which he could be placed with that were not suspected of being Death Eaters themselves. Family friends were the same way. The Ministry also wanted to avoid a foster family as he, being the son of Death Eaters, was seen as a possible danger and they wanted to prevent any harm he may inflict on innocent people. It was thought for a moment that really the only place left to put him was in prison, but, not being a Death Eater himself, that was impossible. Therefore a solution to the problem had to be thought of and that solution turned out to be virtual imprisonment in the home of an auror by the name of Michael Garron.
Michael and his wife were supposed to be acting as a temporary foster family for Draco until a more permanent solution could be found, however, to Draco, they seemed more like prison guards. He was kept in a small, dingy room on the top floor, the door always locked and no access to his wand. For the entire month that he had been in the Garron's home he had never been let outside the room but was instead kept a prisoner. Thankfully there was a bathroom attached to the room. Meals were brought up and once a week Mrs. Garron would take his dirty clothes and wash them. The only connection he had with the outside world was through the window which had been magically sealed and rendered unbreakable. Draco had found that out the third night of his 'imprisonment' when he had thrown a heavy book at the glass in an attempt to break it and escape.
Draco looked at the book now which lay disregarded on the floor. It was his History of Magic text. He had been given his books in order to do his homework but was told by Michael that it was pointless because it was very unlikely that he would be allowed to return to Hogwarts. Draco couldn't understand why he wouldn't be allowed to return to Hogwarts to continue his schooling. For that matter, he couldn't understand why he was being treated like a prisoner and kept in such a small, hot, and dirty room with absolutely no freedom. He hadn't done anything. He hadn't been arrested or tried and found guilty, but he was being treated as if he had been a Death Eater himself. The worst part was that he had no idea what was going to happen to him. He didn't know how long he was to be a 'guest' in the Garron's home. Would he ever get out? He was told by the Ministry after his parents' trial that the Malfoy estate and fortune would not be his until he reached the age of eighteen. Was he to be kept in that room until his eighteenth birthday? That was three years and about a month away.
Draco let out another heavy sigh. He hated this. He hated what had happened. Everything in his life had gone wrong. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. Everything was supposed to be fine. At least that's what his father had told him over and over again. Draco had often times worried about his parents and their Death Eater activities, but his father had always reassured him that nothing bad was going to happen and that everything was fine.
"Well, Father, something bad has happened. Something very bad." Draco thought bitterly. He almost felt anger towards his parents. He felt like they had lied to him. He was angry that they had gotten themselves caught and had left him all alone, but mostly he was angry at himself. He was angry that he hadn't done something to help his parents. Why had he just stood there and allowed the aurors to take them away? Why did he let them take those objects which condemned his parents? He should have done something. He wasn't sure what, but he knew that he should have just done something. A small tear rolled down his cheek and he left it unheeded. He quickly wiped it away though when he heard the rattling sound of his door being unlocked.
He turned his head to see the tall, lanky figure of Mrs.Garron entering the room with a tray of food balanced in one hand and her wand held in the other. She proceeded to walk towards a small table which stood on one side of the room and place the tray on it. She then walked over to the chair which sat at the foot of his bed and picked up the small pile of clothes that needed to be washed. She never once looked up at him but simply bustled about in a way that seemed like she was in a hurry to exit the room. She had picked up the clothes and was half-way to the door when Draco decided to speak to her for the first time in over two weeks. He had spoken to her before but was only given one word replies or was told to be quiet. So he had stopped trying to speak to her, but now he wanted to know what was going on and that meant that he had to try and say something.
"May I ask you something?"
"No." Mrs. Garron said briskly without even turning around, "Just be quiet and eat your food."
"Please?" Draco persisted; humiliated that he had to practically beg.
Mrs. Garron sighed in exasperation and turned reluctantly around to face him. Draco had turned away from the window and was now sitting on the edge of his bed.
"What is it?" she asked impatiently.
"I was just wondering if you've heard anything from Ministry yet."
"About what?" Mrs. Garron snapped.
"About what's going to happen with me."
"Well how should I know? I don't work for the Ministry so why would they tell me anything?"
"I just thought..." Draco was interrupted by the sound of the loud doorbell from downstairs. Mrs. Garron looked at the door and then back at Draco.
"As far as I'm concerned you should be very grateful that my husband brought you here. Why he did it is beyond me."
"I'd say the fact that the Ministry is paying you had something to do with it." Draco muttered.
"Yes, if we weren't getting paid for this and I had my way you would have been chucked into Azkaban with your parents for all the trouble you cause." The doorbell rung again. "I'm coming!"
"Trouble?" Draco said angrily, "What trouble could I have possibly caused? I've been locked up here for a whole month!"
"Yes, and I have had to buy extra food, cook it, bring it up here, clean your dishes, and your clothes. I'd call that trouble....I'm coming!" Mrs. Garron turned to leave.
"It's not my fault. If it were up to me I wouldn't be here at all."
"Well, you just keep up that attitude and you can forget about food and clean clothes." With that Mrs. Garron made her way out the door and waved her wand to magically shut and lock the door.
Draco could hear her pounding down the steps as the doorbell rung again. He glared angrily down at the dust covered floor and then back up at the door where Mrs. Garron had just exited. However, his angry glare quickly disappeared and was replaced by one of surprise. When he looked up he saw that the door to his prison had not actually shut all the way but was blocked by a piece of clothing which must have dropped from Mrs. Garron's arms as she quickly exited the room and had been left unnoticed in her hurry to answer the door.
Draco quickly rose from his bed and crossed the room to the door. As he reached it he saw that his eyes were definitely not deceiving him and that the door was in fact ajar. His breath caught in his throat. This was just the chance he had been waiting for. In fact, it was probably his only chance. He would leave; he would escape. He would no longer allow himself to be locked in that musty old room and maybe he'd even be able to find a way to break his mother and father out of prison. It was risky but he had to try it. He had to get out.
Slowly he opened the door and crept across the wooden floor, afraid that the slightest creek would alert Mrs. Garron to his escape attempt. As he reached the top of the rickety stairs he could hear the sound of Mrs. Garron and another man talking. Their voices were too muffled though for him to be able to make out what they were saying. Draco took a deep breath and ever so carefully made his way down the steps. It was slow going as each board creaked under his weight and he froze each time, sure that Mrs. Garron had heard him. However, the voices continued to talk and Draco made it down to the lower floor. A few more feet and he was out the door, sprinting down the street.
He had done it! He was free!
Oh! The first three chapters may be a bit boring, but you may get some laughs once you read chapter four.
You just may NEED TO READ THIS IN ORDER TO UNDERSTAND WHAT'S GOING ON!
Basically, this story takes place in the summer before fifth year, so ignore everything in book five.
Draco's parents are sentenced to life in Azkaban; leaving him parentless. Draco is eventually shipped off to the States in order to live with his aunt, who had been disowned from the family, and his uncle who is the mudblood his aunt married.
He finds himself living on a farm in Kentucky and soon learns to pull his own weight. He winds up having to go to a public wizarding school, makes some actual friends, gets a girlfriend who later breaks his heart, gets on the quidditch team, and goes back to England where Hogwarts is hosting the inter-school international quidditch cup. Trouble comes about when everyone from his school finds out that he is the son of Death Eaters, but through it he discovers what a real family is. Oh, did I mention that him and his uncle with have some father-son-like bonding time. They go fishing. Unlike Tom Felton, Draco hates it.
We follow Draco as he grows up and eventually goes to college. He meets a girl from his past and gets married. In only a few years he finds himself to be the father of several very cute but rather devil-like children. He and his wife eventually journey back to England where they have to face her family and friends. That can cause a bit of trouble.
There will be run-ins with old school enemies, some drama, action, and some humor. Please enjoy and let me know what you think of it. Please feel free to make suggestions.
Chapter One: Prison and Escape
It had been one whole miserable month since the day his parents had been apprehended by the Ministry and his whole world had come crashing down about him. Draco Malfoy sat upon his shabby bed, which was pushed against the wall of a dimly lit and musty room, and gazed out of the hazy window at the world which was becoming increasingly wet and gray as the rain fell upon it. His forehead rested upon the glass as he watched a family below cross the empty street and disappear around the corner; the two parents and all three children huddled under one small umbrella, but all laughing and not really caring that they were getting wet.
Draco let out a heavy sigh. He couldn't believe that it had been only a month since his parents were taken from him. It seemed like a lifetime ago that aurors had burst in upon Malfoy Manor and arrested not only his father but his mother as well. Draco couldn't really recall the events of that night. Everything was in a hazy confusion. All he could remember was that he had been in his room reading when he heard a large crash coming from downstairs somewhere in the manor and the sudden sounds of yelling and screaming. He had run to the top of the stairs to see what was wrong and was about to go down after hearing his mother yell when he was suddenly grabbed from behind. He had yelled and struggled for a few moments but quickly stopped when he felt a wand tip pressed against his temple.
After that the memories were fuzzy. He could remember being drug down the stairs and seeing his father and mother surrounded by aurors. His mother was crying and she screamed frantically when she saw him being held by the auror. For some reason though he could barely hear her. Everything sounded muffled and far away. He even saw his father shouting angrily at the auror who held him, but he couldn't really hear him. After a moment the auror released him; he had no idea why, and all he could do was stand in stunned silence and watch as the aurors drug his parents away and proceeded to ransack the manor in search of any evidence that they could use against the Malfoys.
Draco really had no recollection of what happened next. He didn't know if he had passed out, was stunned by an auror, or what, but the next thing he could remember was finding himself sitting in the manor's study and hearing several men talking amongst each other over by his father's desk. One he recognized to be Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, and another he recognized as Arthur Weasley. After a few minutes Fudge approached him and sat in a chair opposite him. All Draco could do was sit silently as Fudge informed him that his parents had been arrested on the grounds of them being Death Eaters and possessing objects that would aid the Dark Lord. He very matter-of-factly stated that it was most likely his parents would receive life sentences in Azkaban and that he was to become the responsibly of the Ministry.
Draco listened but he could hardly comprehend what was being said to him. It wasn't until the next few days that everything began to sink in and he realized what had happened and what was happening. His parents were in prison and were about to stand trial where it was very likely that they would be found guilty and he would never see them again. He himself had been placed in the home of an auror who had volunteered to keep an eye on him. It had been decided that Draco would not be placed in an orphanage as the Ministry did not want to allow him near other children where he may have a damaging influence upon them or perhaps physically harm one. Draco had no relatives which he could be placed with that were not suspected of being Death Eaters themselves. Family friends were the same way. The Ministry also wanted to avoid a foster family as he, being the son of Death Eaters, was seen as a possible danger and they wanted to prevent any harm he may inflict on innocent people. It was thought for a moment that really the only place left to put him was in prison, but, not being a Death Eater himself, that was impossible. Therefore a solution to the problem had to be thought of and that solution turned out to be virtual imprisonment in the home of an auror by the name of Michael Garron.
Michael and his wife were supposed to be acting as a temporary foster family for Draco until a more permanent solution could be found, however, to Draco, they seemed more like prison guards. He was kept in a small, dingy room on the top floor, the door always locked and no access to his wand. For the entire month that he had been in the Garron's home he had never been let outside the room but was instead kept a prisoner. Thankfully there was a bathroom attached to the room. Meals were brought up and once a week Mrs. Garron would take his dirty clothes and wash them. The only connection he had with the outside world was through the window which had been magically sealed and rendered unbreakable. Draco had found that out the third night of his 'imprisonment' when he had thrown a heavy book at the glass in an attempt to break it and escape.
Draco looked at the book now which lay disregarded on the floor. It was his History of Magic text. He had been given his books in order to do his homework but was told by Michael that it was pointless because it was very unlikely that he would be allowed to return to Hogwarts. Draco couldn't understand why he wouldn't be allowed to return to Hogwarts to continue his schooling. For that matter, he couldn't understand why he was being treated like a prisoner and kept in such a small, hot, and dirty room with absolutely no freedom. He hadn't done anything. He hadn't been arrested or tried and found guilty, but he was being treated as if he had been a Death Eater himself. The worst part was that he had no idea what was going to happen to him. He didn't know how long he was to be a 'guest' in the Garron's home. Would he ever get out? He was told by the Ministry after his parents' trial that the Malfoy estate and fortune would not be his until he reached the age of eighteen. Was he to be kept in that room until his eighteenth birthday? That was three years and about a month away.
Draco let out another heavy sigh. He hated this. He hated what had happened. Everything in his life had gone wrong. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. Everything was supposed to be fine. At least that's what his father had told him over and over again. Draco had often times worried about his parents and their Death Eater activities, but his father had always reassured him that nothing bad was going to happen and that everything was fine.
"Well, Father, something bad has happened. Something very bad." Draco thought bitterly. He almost felt anger towards his parents. He felt like they had lied to him. He was angry that they had gotten themselves caught and had left him all alone, but mostly he was angry at himself. He was angry that he hadn't done something to help his parents. Why had he just stood there and allowed the aurors to take them away? Why did he let them take those objects which condemned his parents? He should have done something. He wasn't sure what, but he knew that he should have just done something. A small tear rolled down his cheek and he left it unheeded. He quickly wiped it away though when he heard the rattling sound of his door being unlocked.
He turned his head to see the tall, lanky figure of Mrs.Garron entering the room with a tray of food balanced in one hand and her wand held in the other. She proceeded to walk towards a small table which stood on one side of the room and place the tray on it. She then walked over to the chair which sat at the foot of his bed and picked up the small pile of clothes that needed to be washed. She never once looked up at him but simply bustled about in a way that seemed like she was in a hurry to exit the room. She had picked up the clothes and was half-way to the door when Draco decided to speak to her for the first time in over two weeks. He had spoken to her before but was only given one word replies or was told to be quiet. So he had stopped trying to speak to her, but now he wanted to know what was going on and that meant that he had to try and say something.
"May I ask you something?"
"No." Mrs. Garron said briskly without even turning around, "Just be quiet and eat your food."
"Please?" Draco persisted; humiliated that he had to practically beg.
Mrs. Garron sighed in exasperation and turned reluctantly around to face him. Draco had turned away from the window and was now sitting on the edge of his bed.
"What is it?" she asked impatiently.
"I was just wondering if you've heard anything from Ministry yet."
"About what?" Mrs. Garron snapped.
"About what's going to happen with me."
"Well how should I know? I don't work for the Ministry so why would they tell me anything?"
"I just thought..." Draco was interrupted by the sound of the loud doorbell from downstairs. Mrs. Garron looked at the door and then back at Draco.
"As far as I'm concerned you should be very grateful that my husband brought you here. Why he did it is beyond me."
"I'd say the fact that the Ministry is paying you had something to do with it." Draco muttered.
"Yes, if we weren't getting paid for this and I had my way you would have been chucked into Azkaban with your parents for all the trouble you cause." The doorbell rung again. "I'm coming!"
"Trouble?" Draco said angrily, "What trouble could I have possibly caused? I've been locked up here for a whole month!"
"Yes, and I have had to buy extra food, cook it, bring it up here, clean your dishes, and your clothes. I'd call that trouble....I'm coming!" Mrs. Garron turned to leave.
"It's not my fault. If it were up to me I wouldn't be here at all."
"Well, you just keep up that attitude and you can forget about food and clean clothes." With that Mrs. Garron made her way out the door and waved her wand to magically shut and lock the door.
Draco could hear her pounding down the steps as the doorbell rung again. He glared angrily down at the dust covered floor and then back up at the door where Mrs. Garron had just exited. However, his angry glare quickly disappeared and was replaced by one of surprise. When he looked up he saw that the door to his prison had not actually shut all the way but was blocked by a piece of clothing which must have dropped from Mrs. Garron's arms as she quickly exited the room and had been left unnoticed in her hurry to answer the door.
Draco quickly rose from his bed and crossed the room to the door. As he reached it he saw that his eyes were definitely not deceiving him and that the door was in fact ajar. His breath caught in his throat. This was just the chance he had been waiting for. In fact, it was probably his only chance. He would leave; he would escape. He would no longer allow himself to be locked in that musty old room and maybe he'd even be able to find a way to break his mother and father out of prison. It was risky but he had to try it. He had to get out.
Slowly he opened the door and crept across the wooden floor, afraid that the slightest creek would alert Mrs. Garron to his escape attempt. As he reached the top of the rickety stairs he could hear the sound of Mrs. Garron and another man talking. Their voices were too muffled though for him to be able to make out what they were saying. Draco took a deep breath and ever so carefully made his way down the steps. It was slow going as each board creaked under his weight and he froze each time, sure that Mrs. Garron had heard him. However, the voices continued to talk and Draco made it down to the lower floor. A few more feet and he was out the door, sprinting down the street.
He had done it! He was free!