The months passed as the usually did, and my life was pretty good. It wasn't until the Christmas break that I really began to notice things in my home.
I was spending the Christmas holiday at home with my mother and father. I would, of course, miss all my friends at Hogwarts, but it was only for a week so I would get by.
I immeadiately noticed things were different in my house. My mother was more quiet than she had ever been, and my father had that glint in his eye that he got when ever he was making trouble. I didn't think much of it, though, until one night that week.
It was late at night, maybe about two o'clock in the morning. I woke up and suddenly had to use the bathroom. I hurried along the hall, but stopped just outside my parents' room. The door was open a crack, and the lights were on and I could hear voices. Curiousity got the best of me, and I peeked through the crack.
Maybe I shouldn't have done it. Maybe I wasn't meant to hear that. But I did, and I can't change that now. Anyway, I heard my father, and he was yelling, but softly, obviously not to wake me up.
"That boy is meant for my Master! You know he must go to him!"
"I don't want to see our darling Draco turn evil," cried my mother.
"You know he must! He fulfills the prophecy! This will bring my Lord back to power! We shall rule again!" My father let out a bone chilling laugh.
"I won't let you take him!" sobbed Mum. "It's bad enough you haven't realized what you are doing."
"Oh, but I have, I have," whispered my father. "I know exactly what I am doing. Once I hand over my son to Voldemort, I will be his second in command! We shall rule over this world together!"
"He's my son, too!" cried Mum. "You can't! You just can't!"
"Oh, but I can," he said, in a surprisingly calm voice. "Oh, I can." And he slapped my mother across the face.
It was all I could do to keep from crying aloud. I ran back down the hall. I went into my room and closed the door. My thoughts were swimming inside my head.
I loved my mother. She's the only person I've ever really felt a strong bondage with. She's always taken care of me. I couldn't stand to see her treated like this.
And she was protecting me. Protecting me from all the evil I was soon to face as I headed back to Hogwarts. Everyone knew that January of our fifth year was when Voldemort came to recruit certian people to be Death Eaters. I suddenly realized that my mother didn't want me to become one.
And what was all that about me being a prophecy? Now I'm really confused. I mean, I knew I would be an important Death Eater, because I'm Lucius Malfoy's son. But a prophecy? What did all this mean?
The one thing that was truly haunting my brain was the way my father had slapped my mother. Not only was I upset because I love my mother, but that I saw myself in his place. That was exactly the way I had slapped little Ginny Weasley.
And all of the sudden, all the bad things my father had done hit me. My father was not a nice person. His ideas were all wrong, and he was evil. And I was becoming him.
And I cried. I haven't cried in years, but I cried now. I was just so utterly confused. What could I do now? I knew my mother didn't want be to join the dark side, but it wasn't as simple as all that. If I really was some sort of prophecy, the Dark Lord would most definately come to find me.
What was I supposed to do about my reputation at school? Everyone knew I was going to be Voldemort's number one supporter from Hogwarts. What would everyone think? All the Slytherin girls?
I resolved to talk to my mother about it tomorrow. I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I would talk to her. I wished my life wasn't so unexplainably complicated. What was I going to do?
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A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short. I couldn't really think of that much to write. I don't really think this story will be too long, maybe ten chapters or less. Anyway, after I write this I think I'll do a sequel to Changing Of The Tides.
Also, if you want me to email you when I post the next chapter, just say so in your review.
Thanks to cooldot and f0xyness39 for reviewing!
I was spending the Christmas holiday at home with my mother and father. I would, of course, miss all my friends at Hogwarts, but it was only for a week so I would get by.
I immeadiately noticed things were different in my house. My mother was more quiet than she had ever been, and my father had that glint in his eye that he got when ever he was making trouble. I didn't think much of it, though, until one night that week.
It was late at night, maybe about two o'clock in the morning. I woke up and suddenly had to use the bathroom. I hurried along the hall, but stopped just outside my parents' room. The door was open a crack, and the lights were on and I could hear voices. Curiousity got the best of me, and I peeked through the crack.
Maybe I shouldn't have done it. Maybe I wasn't meant to hear that. But I did, and I can't change that now. Anyway, I heard my father, and he was yelling, but softly, obviously not to wake me up.
"That boy is meant for my Master! You know he must go to him!"
"I don't want to see our darling Draco turn evil," cried my mother.
"You know he must! He fulfills the prophecy! This will bring my Lord back to power! We shall rule again!" My father let out a bone chilling laugh.
"I won't let you take him!" sobbed Mum. "It's bad enough you haven't realized what you are doing."
"Oh, but I have, I have," whispered my father. "I know exactly what I am doing. Once I hand over my son to Voldemort, I will be his second in command! We shall rule over this world together!"
"He's my son, too!" cried Mum. "You can't! You just can't!"
"Oh, but I can," he said, in a surprisingly calm voice. "Oh, I can." And he slapped my mother across the face.
It was all I could do to keep from crying aloud. I ran back down the hall. I went into my room and closed the door. My thoughts were swimming inside my head.
I loved my mother. She's the only person I've ever really felt a strong bondage with. She's always taken care of me. I couldn't stand to see her treated like this.
And she was protecting me. Protecting me from all the evil I was soon to face as I headed back to Hogwarts. Everyone knew that January of our fifth year was when Voldemort came to recruit certian people to be Death Eaters. I suddenly realized that my mother didn't want me to become one.
And what was all that about me being a prophecy? Now I'm really confused. I mean, I knew I would be an important Death Eater, because I'm Lucius Malfoy's son. But a prophecy? What did all this mean?
The one thing that was truly haunting my brain was the way my father had slapped my mother. Not only was I upset because I love my mother, but that I saw myself in his place. That was exactly the way I had slapped little Ginny Weasley.
And all of the sudden, all the bad things my father had done hit me. My father was not a nice person. His ideas were all wrong, and he was evil. And I was becoming him.
And I cried. I haven't cried in years, but I cried now. I was just so utterly confused. What could I do now? I knew my mother didn't want be to join the dark side, but it wasn't as simple as all that. If I really was some sort of prophecy, the Dark Lord would most definately come to find me.
What was I supposed to do about my reputation at school? Everyone knew I was going to be Voldemort's number one supporter from Hogwarts. What would everyone think? All the Slytherin girls?
I resolved to talk to my mother about it tomorrow. I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I would talk to her. I wished my life wasn't so unexplainably complicated. What was I going to do?
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A/N: Sorry this chapter was so short. I couldn't really think of that much to write. I don't really think this story will be too long, maybe ten chapters or less. Anyway, after I write this I think I'll do a sequel to Changing Of The Tides.
Also, if you want me to email you when I post the next chapter, just say so in your review.
Thanks to cooldot and f0xyness39 for reviewing!