Chapter 2 ~ His Life
Hope you like it
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Draco Malfoy, a boy of sixteen, who is just about to enter his sixth year at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He had just woken up from a particularly disturbing dream. He lay in his bed trying to remember the finer points of it. He did not dream often, for when he did, it was usually memories of his childhood, but things were better then. So Draco wished he dreamed more often then he did.
His father, Lucius Malfoy, was a cruel heartless man. Even Draco could admit that the only reason his father had a family was for the image. His mother was the most submissive person Draco knew who usually just went along with whatever Lucius said.
Draco was reciting the poem he had heard at the end of the dream because it reminded him of his life.
"On the night of seventeen" Draco couldn't wait until he was seventeen.
"The snake will attack everyone between" His father will attack both Draco and his mother.
"The ones you should fear are those who are near" Obviously his father and… Voldemort was close to his father.
"And remember, People don't always say what they mean." Draco's life was full of secrets and people telling him lies or leaving out an important part of something.
The thing that Draco was most concerned with was that he was sure he had heard it before. He could remember it slightly.
It happened on one of the nights Lucius Malfoy had left to the call of the Dark Lord. Before he left, Lucius turned around to his wife and son and repeated the poem. He said the prophecy would come true before the end of his next school, which would be his sixth.
Draco looked over at his clock. This clock was an antique given to Draco by his father. His father had said it was a great honor to receive it. Draco hated that clock. It was silver, round and had two snakes twisting and weaving around it. It read 2:20.
"
At least I don't have to go down there yet," Draco droned. He lay back on his bed and looked up through the ceiling, which was made of glass, gold and silver. The gold and silver made intricate designs along the glass. Through the ceiling you could look into the sky, which that night was stormy and fogged. Draco's room was at the top of the east tower. He could see everything from his room, though he seldom wanted to.
Draco lay there in his bed trying to get back to sleep. He was reliving his favorite and usually only dream. In this dream, Draco was young, very young. He was outside with his mother and another girl. He couldn't remember her name or what she looked like.
He fell asleep with ease. Draco woke up to a bird singing in his window. He got up and threw a shoe at it.
"Another wonderful day at the home of the Malfoys in the life of me," Draco said, his voice full of sarcasm as he got dressed. Today he was wearing navy blue robes which complemented his eyes very nicely.
He looked in the tall elegant mirror at himself. Draco was filled with mixed emotions. He was tall, blonde, had blue eyes, and a well-fit body, exactly like his parents, only he was a mixture of both of them, which was good thing because he was good looking, but then he would be forever a mirror of his parents' younger selves.
Draco went to the bathroom to slick back his silvery blonde hair with gel.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. That surprise father has been talking about will arrive today," he said as he took one last look at himself.
Draco headed downstairs, his spirits lowering with every step downstairs. He walked into the kitchen to find his mother and father there eating pancakes, eggs and bacon. Draco suddenly lost his appetite.
"Draco, why don't you sit down and have something to eat?" his mother suggested
"Not hungry," Draco answered thoughtlessly as he walked through the kitchen.
Draco, it would be wise to show your mother more respect," his father condemned as he stood up and moved toward Draco.
"Like you do?" Draco asked coldly and turned the other way. He knew what was about to happen before it happened. His father had hit him across the back with his cane.
"You will show more respect towards me, Draco, if you know what's good for you," his father hissed coldly, glaring down at his own son, Draco, like road kill. Draco returned the same glare which he had most unfortunately inherited from the man who was glaring at him.
"Sorry, father," Draco said still in a cold tone. He got up and finished walking through the kitchen and out the door.
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He walked outside and let the warm, bright sunshine hit his face. It illuminated his face and his eyes and gave him a happier appearance. It made him feel, at least more peaceful than he usually felt. Draco was concentrating hard on the dream he had after he had fallen back to sleep.
It was the same as his favorite dream; only the girl's features were more prominent, but the more he tried to hold onto the dream, the more it slipped away. He tried to keep the picture of the girl's beautiful, angelic face, but her features were fading away slowly with every passing second.
"Hello, Tim, wonderful to see you," Draco heard his father say in the front of the house.
"Who the hell is coming over now?" Draco thought to himself remembering the horrible visits from his mother's relatives, and his father's "friends." Then thinking of the punishment if he wasn't there to greet this guest, Draco decided to walk back into the house to the foyer. Here, his mother was sitting waiting for his father to come back in with the guest.
"Draco, honey, come here," She said motioning for him to come foreword. Draco hated the way she treated as a baby. His father hated this more than Draco, and usually took it out on him and his mother. Because of this, Draco sat a little farther away from his mother than his mother would have liked.
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A/N: I wish I lived it that house *sigh* I really liked thinking up Draco's room… kind of a "fantasy room" you could say. Anyway tell me what you think!
Hope you like it
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Draco Malfoy, a boy of sixteen, who is just about to enter his sixth year at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He had just woken up from a particularly disturbing dream. He lay in his bed trying to remember the finer points of it. He did not dream often, for when he did, it was usually memories of his childhood, but things were better then. So Draco wished he dreamed more often then he did.
His father, Lucius Malfoy, was a cruel heartless man. Even Draco could admit that the only reason his father had a family was for the image. His mother was the most submissive person Draco knew who usually just went along with whatever Lucius said.
Draco was reciting the poem he had heard at the end of the dream because it reminded him of his life.
"On the night of seventeen" Draco couldn't wait until he was seventeen.
"The snake will attack everyone between" His father will attack both Draco and his mother.
"The ones you should fear are those who are near" Obviously his father and… Voldemort was close to his father.
"And remember, People don't always say what they mean." Draco's life was full of secrets and people telling him lies or leaving out an important part of something.
The thing that Draco was most concerned with was that he was sure he had heard it before. He could remember it slightly.
It happened on one of the nights Lucius Malfoy had left to the call of the Dark Lord. Before he left, Lucius turned around to his wife and son and repeated the poem. He said the prophecy would come true before the end of his next school, which would be his sixth.
Draco looked over at his clock. This clock was an antique given to Draco by his father. His father had said it was a great honor to receive it. Draco hated that clock. It was silver, round and had two snakes twisting and weaving around it. It read 2:20.
"
At least I don't have to go down there yet," Draco droned. He lay back on his bed and looked up through the ceiling, which was made of glass, gold and silver. The gold and silver made intricate designs along the glass. Through the ceiling you could look into the sky, which that night was stormy and fogged. Draco's room was at the top of the east tower. He could see everything from his room, though he seldom wanted to.
Draco lay there in his bed trying to get back to sleep. He was reliving his favorite and usually only dream. In this dream, Draco was young, very young. He was outside with his mother and another girl. He couldn't remember her name or what she looked like.
He fell asleep with ease. Draco woke up to a bird singing in his window. He got up and threw a shoe at it.
"Another wonderful day at the home of the Malfoys in the life of me," Draco said, his voice full of sarcasm as he got dressed. Today he was wearing navy blue robes which complemented his eyes very nicely.
He looked in the tall elegant mirror at himself. Draco was filled with mixed emotions. He was tall, blonde, had blue eyes, and a well-fit body, exactly like his parents, only he was a mixture of both of them, which was good thing because he was good looking, but then he would be forever a mirror of his parents' younger selves.
Draco went to the bathroom to slick back his silvery blonde hair with gel.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. That surprise father has been talking about will arrive today," he said as he took one last look at himself.
Draco headed downstairs, his spirits lowering with every step downstairs. He walked into the kitchen to find his mother and father there eating pancakes, eggs and bacon. Draco suddenly lost his appetite.
"Draco, why don't you sit down and have something to eat?" his mother suggested
"Not hungry," Draco answered thoughtlessly as he walked through the kitchen.
Draco, it would be wise to show your mother more respect," his father condemned as he stood up and moved toward Draco.
"Like you do?" Draco asked coldly and turned the other way. He knew what was about to happen before it happened. His father had hit him across the back with his cane.
"You will show more respect towards me, Draco, if you know what's good for you," his father hissed coldly, glaring down at his own son, Draco, like road kill. Draco returned the same glare which he had most unfortunately inherited from the man who was glaring at him.
"Sorry, father," Draco said still in a cold tone. He got up and finished walking through the kitchen and out the door.
* * *
* * *
He walked outside and let the warm, bright sunshine hit his face. It illuminated his face and his eyes and gave him a happier appearance. It made him feel, at least more peaceful than he usually felt. Draco was concentrating hard on the dream he had after he had fallen back to sleep.
It was the same as his favorite dream; only the girl's features were more prominent, but the more he tried to hold onto the dream, the more it slipped away. He tried to keep the picture of the girl's beautiful, angelic face, but her features were fading away slowly with every passing second.
"Hello, Tim, wonderful to see you," Draco heard his father say in the front of the house.
"Who the hell is coming over now?" Draco thought to himself remembering the horrible visits from his mother's relatives, and his father's "friends." Then thinking of the punishment if he wasn't there to greet this guest, Draco decided to walk back into the house to the foyer. Here, his mother was sitting waiting for his father to come back in with the guest.
"Draco, honey, come here," She said motioning for him to come foreword. Draco hated the way she treated as a baby. His father hated this more than Draco, and usually took it out on him and his mother. Because of this, Draco sat a little farther away from his mother than his mother would have liked.
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A/N: I wish I lived it that house *sigh* I really liked thinking up Draco's room… kind of a "fantasy room" you could say. Anyway tell me what you think!