Draco Malfoy and the Golden Trio
by Robert Richmond
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, just like to play with JKR's toys!
Rating: Anywhere from R to M, read at your own risk (and yes it's boy on boys so get over it)
Chapter 1: A Guest in His Father's House
Draco sat in the vanity looking out at the moonlight glistening on the unkept lawn. His charms book laying haphazardly across his lap, where he abandoned ithours ago. For weeks, the blond had sat there pondering his life and how he had come to be where he was; a fugitive, living off scraps in the half-mangledhouse of his sworn enemy.
When Severus had first brought him here, he knew that if he went back, the Dark Lord would have tortured him to death either before or after doing the sameto his parents, all depending on who he was more furious with. He worried for hours about his family, but he couldn't say he wasn't happy to be shot of themadman, and Draco knew now that that is what he was. Hellbent on killing Saint Potter.
Even in his own mind, the Slytherin knew he hated the talentless, lucky, beloved ragamuffin more than he ever had at school. It was his fault, it was, that he, Draco Malfoy, was now living like a beggar, in rags and an uncleaned body. Yes he could use certain cleaning charms, but he could feel the essence of
unclean all over his body. He swore one day that he would exact his revenge on Harry Potter.
His vengeful thinking was interrupted as he felt the wards activate outside the house. As was per usual, he crawled into his small nest of a bed, made frombeddings on the floor of what used to be the dining room, and cast a Disillusionment Charm to hide everything from sight. He kept his wand at the ready ashe looked out over the top of the bedding, listening as the intruder walked through the knee-high grass. The latch on the door clicked, and he heard thesteady footfalls of boots and the sweeping of a long cloak.
"Severus, must you always sound so creepy when you walk? Isn't the long cloak a bitch much? It's not nearly cold enough this time of year for that."
"Well, Draco, if that is how you feel, shall I go home and change? Although I could quite possibly forget all this food I have brought with me while I am away," the slow drawl came from the living room and sound of his boots began to recede.
"Sev, Wait!" Draco cried, dispelling the charm and running to meet his godfather and sole protector. "I was merely making conversation. It is terribly boring here all alone. I have read through the entire course load for next year, and am now re-reading everything, just for something to do."
The potions master looked down into his charge's face with the ghost of a smirk, then wheeled around into the dining room and unloaded the groceries he was carrying. Draco set about preparing a small meal, not making a plate for Severus as he always refused. It was not everyday that the closest thing the young boy had to a friend came to restock his coffers and socialize with him.
"How are Mother and Father?" Draco asked, the apple he was eating doing nothing to diminish the intensity of the inquiry.
"They are still requisitioned to the Manor, but are no longer being held in the dungeons. As you know when I brought you here, they were severly punished for your escape. The Dark Lord feels they are sufficiently punished, but your life will end should he find you. I hinted to your mother that you were safe and I am certain your parents both know. It seems that is the one piece of news that has kept them sane. Most people crack after so long under the Cruciatus."
Draco shivered under the mention of the curse, and anger sparked up at the torture of his parents. He may be a Slytherin, but an affront to the Malfoy pride was unforgivable. He would make it right. One day.
In a matter of three seconds, so much happened, that the blond later had to piece it together from memory. First was that Severus gasped and fell forward clutching his knees for support, then Draco felt the breath knocked out of his chest and collapsed on his stomach, hardly able to get air into his lungs. From the floor he turned his head and could see his godfather standing up at looking terrified.
"Severus, what the bloody hell was that?" Draco choked out as he forced his suddenly leaden limbs to move.
"I'm not sure, but I think that was some massive shockwave of magic, I could feel it rip through my body, but not in a damaging way, like my own magic was sucked out then shot back at me. I've never experienced -" both men were almost thrown to the floor a second time as the summons came through the scars on their arms.
"The Dark Lord has felt it, too. Who was behind this?" Severus almost was speaking to himself until the scars gave another twinge for the followers to flock to their master. "I must go, stay out of sight, and stay out of trouble. I will come to you again as soon as I know what is going on." Without so much as waiting for Draco to respond, his one link to life outside the Potter Estate left in a swirl of black robes, Draco still clutching his forearm.
Draco couldn't sleep that night, the whole time wondering what that massive shockwave of power that had forced him to the ground was. Even Severus had seemed frightened of it. It's not every day that wizards get thrown around without a sufficient reason why. Not since Merlin had something so powerful occurred, and he would know - his family all but worshiped Merlin when they were not forced to bow to the Dark Lord.
As the next day was turning into dusk, the wards activated once again, but this time Draco hardly had time to hide as he heard running feet coming up the path and the front door flew open. Draco was frightened to the point, although still under the Disillusionment Charm, he pulled the bedding up as if to hide himself. His heart was racing as he heard the footsteps now stumbling through the house to the dining room, then collapsed right in front of Draco.
It wasn't until his nearly unconscious protector looked at him, showing Draco the blood running down his head that Draco flew out from his hiding place and ran to his aid. Without a word, Severus latched on to his arm like a vice and turned on the spot, pulling Draco into the tight nothingness of Apparation.