Chapter 2 – Draco's Deal with the Devil
Author's Note: Hello! Here it is! The second chapter of the second book! Thanks to the people who have been reading faithfully the previous book and started this one. As like I did before, shoutouts to the followers of this fanfic: GM12, IrishKatana, Nanettez, JerichoTazer, Meester Lee, NaruNaruko-chan, griffin29, harmonysrain, Knight Vigilant Koren, Cereal Killing 101, whiteoaks, and becii. And thanks to the reviews made to my previous one, Necromancy94 and LadyPhoenix68. I will try as much as possible to take into consideration your reviews and try to better my work.
Author's Note 2: I hope you are enjoying Hogwarts Mystery since my phone (an LG Phoenix 3) doesn't let me download it. :(
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or its universe! Only characters under my ownership are the Rivers family and the other filler characters.
Some days earlier…
Draco Malfoy was mad.
After finishing his first year at Hogwarts, his father had heard that he didn't finish top of his class. Draco was embarrassed deeply. A Mudblood had beaten him to first place! Such lowlife shouldn't be better than him!
On a dry Wednesday afternoon, his father called him to his study. He awaited him, sitting on his desk chair, his back to his son.
"I'm here, Father. What did you call me for?" Draco said.
"Ah, Draco. Sit down" Lucius Malfoy pointed at the seat in front of his desk.
Lucius Malfoy was an older version of his son, long blond hair, pale and pointed face, his stormy gray eyes, glittering with slight malice. He was one of Voldemort's followers, called the Death Eaters. His father had feigned being under the Imperius Curse, one of the three Unforgivable Curses, to evade arrest. He also had pushed some money to the newly elected (at the time) Minister for Magic, Cornelius Oswald Fudge, being the successor to Millicent Bagnold.
Draco sat down in the offered chair.
"Draco, let's talk about your first year at Hogwarts. It seems you weren't as applied as I expected. I even heard that a Muggleborn had been the first in your class."
Draco's anger surged quickly.
"It's that Mudblood Granger, Father. She's one of the biggest teacher's pet, bookworm, and know-it-all I've sadly laid my eyes on! And she's friends with bloody Harry Potter, and those blood traitors of the Weasleys, the Rivers kid and the Longbottom squib."
Draco, after the brief thought of Harry Potter, got even more incensed.
"Stupid Potter and his buddies have been skulking around too much. Potter got lucky and got in the Gryffindor team as a Seeker while being a first year! Dumbledork is bending rules left and right for his bloody Boy-Who-Lived!"
Draco ranted for at least five minutes about the Potter spawn until he changed topic.
"They made us lose the House Cup. Even if we finished in a tie, it is not a full Slytherin win! Apparently, it had to do with a Sorcerer's Stone, Quirrell and apparently, the Dark Lord."
Lucius's eyebrow rose slightly.
"The Dark Lord, you say?" Lucius inquired. Draco nodded.
This had put Lucius on deep thought. Why would the Dark Lord be near British territory if he was apparently dead nearly eleven years ago?
"Draco, you are dismissed."
"But Father…"
"I said you are dismissed. We will speak later on."
Draco left with a huff from his father's study. Just outside the door, a malnourished and hurt House Elf was hiding, hearing everything. He then snapped his fingers and vanished.
A few days later…
Draco was in his bedroom, finishing the assigned Potions essay from his godfather, Severus Snape. He was working as diligent as possible; his mind was full on beating that Mudblood upstart. He noticed that he didn't quite understand one of the instructions of the preparation of the particular potion. He placed his quill carefully on his desk and walked towards the Manor library.
He exited his bedroom, walked down the long corridor, and went down the stairs to the ground level, and passed the room his mother usually drank her tea, and saw that she was indeed sipping some of her favorite tea. She beckoned him to the chair next to her.
"Hello dear, what are you up to?" Narcissa asked gently.
Narcissa Malfoy neé Black was a fine woman. She was slim, with black hair and blonde bangs, her face not as pointy as her husband or her son's, but she usually had a haughty look like if someone had placed something smelly in front of her. That was her façade while in public. That's what she learned being as a member of the Noble and Most Ancient Family of Black, one of the biggest and staunchest supporters of the Pureblood Supremacy and the Dark Arts.
At her home, she was a completely different person. She cared deeply for her son and her husband. She did not share Lucius's belief on being a follower of Lord Voldemort at all, unlike her sister Bellatrix. She preferred to be as distanced as possible from those troublesome people and don't let Draco near them. Sadly, Draco had been copying off from his father for the past years, spouting all the same things that her husband says.
"I'm going to the Family Library to look up something for the Potions assignment Uncle Sev left us for the summer." Draco answered a bit sourly.
Narcissa noted his discomfort and briefly patted his cheek and kissed her son's forehead. Draco relaxed a bit more and he dismissed himself.
A few minutes later, he opened the doorway of the library. Draco glanced to see if someone was in there. After a quick scan, there was no one. He walked onwards to where the Potions books were placed. Usually, his grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy, had a structured way of placing the books. In this particular area, near the stairway to the second floor of the library, he had the Potions section, followed by some Defense Against the Dark Arts tomes and hidden in between, there was a cache of books of mild Dark Arts. He knew his father had another hideout for more of the harsher Dark Arts articles.
Draco selected a Potions book that had information on the effects of the plants that were used on the potion he was researching. He sat at a nearby desk and read quietly. He took the necessary notes for his essay and replaced the book back in the slot. When he was about to leave, he heard a thump behind him. He quickly turned back and saw a small black book on the floor, and looked to the wall and saw a hidden hole that held the book.
"Huh? What's this?" Draco promptly collected the curious item. He glanced at its cover, and it seemed as a plain diary.
"A Muggle one, to be exact…" Draco thought. He flipped the diary and saw on the back cover something written: T.M. Riddle.
"Who could be this Riddle guy?" Draco pondered in a whisper. Suddenly he heard the library door open. Draco flinched and placed the diary back on the hole and closed it, and scampered up the stairs, hiding.
Lucius came from behind the bookshelf, in deep thought, as if he were looking for a particular book. The Malfoy patriarch then walked to the same bookshelf his son was perusing earlier and pulled the book next to the one Draco used and the hidden panel opened. From Draco's point of view, he couldn't see what his father was doing but he decided to shut up and hear.
"Hmmm, I should use this for my plan… I don't know why the Dark Lord entrusted me with this or what is its use. Maybe it's some Dark artifact or something." Lucius paced while talking to himself. Draco heard some shuffling behind some three bookcases away, but he ignored it.
"I should dispose of it. That Arthur Weasley and his inane Muggle Protection Act was validated by the Wizengamot last week and they're doing raids on every magical household. They may suspect me too!" Lucius ended talking with himself for a minute.
"What had the Dark Lord entrusted Father with?" Draco pondered. His father's attitude was suspicious in itself but since it may lead to trouble for his family, he was willing to let it slide.
"Maybe I should use it on that stupid Muggle-loving fool Arthur Weasley… to discredit him and then they can eliminate that lousy law effectively. Yes… that should do… And maybe it can get rid of that old senile coot at once too. And the Potter boy out of the way would be another bonus!" Lucius smirked inwardly and placed the book back, and with a swish of his cloak, left the library.
Draco patiently waited a few minutes while running back downstairs. He grabbed the same book he perused earlier and the hidden panel slid open again. He grabbed the diary and scampered back to his room, unknowingly that someone was looking at him.
"Someone wants to hurt Harry Potter! I is going to help!" the squeaky voice of a House Elf was heard and a crack happened just afterward.
The young Malfoy scion reentered his room and locked the door behind him. He walked to his desk, moved the Potions assignment to the side and opened the diary. As he noticed, the diary was completely empty.
"This is odd…" Malfoy pondered in a whisper. He opened the ink bottle and grabbed the quill he was using to write the assignment and a drop of ink fell onto the page. He flinched when he saw that the ink blot was absorbed into the page and he quickly checked the other pages if the ink passed through, but the other pages were clean.
He reinked his quill and wrote at the top of the page: "My name is Draco Lucius Malfoy, Scion of the Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy."
Once again, the ink was absorbed into the page and to his surprise a sentence written in someone else's handwriting came to view.
"Greetings Draco Malfoy, offspring of the Malfoy legacy."
Malfoy snapped of his stupor and decided to answer.
"Excuse me but who are you?"
The same handwriting came up. "My name is Tom Riddle, a previous student from Hogwarts coming from the great house of Slytherin."
Draco smirked at the sentence and replied. He was warming to the idea of speaking to a previous student of his house.
"Great! I am also from this great house. I just finished my first year."
"Interesting. Who are your teachers? Who is the current Headmaster?" Tom replied.
Draco continued writing to Tom, telling all of the details to the questions the older Slytherin asked him, and Tom told him about his life. How he had gone to school with Grandfather Abraxas, how he became the top of his year during his time at the school, amongst other stuff.
It was already nearing dinnertime when Draco was about to end his conversation with Tom.
"Tom, it's already dinnertime. I will speak to you later."
"Sure, Draco. I only ask that you hide this diary from prying eyes. I have great ideas to share with you."
"I will. Talk to you later."
Draco left his room, just after hiding the diary inside his pillowcase, unbeknownst about the deal he was about to do.