The night was deadly silent as an invisible breeze coursed through the perfect green grass and through the proud summer trees. The well kept grounds were covered in shadow from the over drifting clouds which threatened rain as they grumbled menacingly. In the centre of the vast and deserted land was an ancient mansion. The servants call it the 'Eye of the Storm' for only true horrors take place behind those glistening, blackened windows and behind the thick, scrubbed walls. It was a hellish realm of which magic was the heart.
The dustless halls were deserted and unlit. The portraits glared from each wall in every corridor, their merciless eyes stared unblinkingly at the cold, stone floors. Silence erupted through the mansion, bouncing off each magnificent oak door and every elegant stone carving. It stormed into each room, suffocating them. Only one room remained alive with the warmth of a fire and the sounds of the living.
Inside, the white walls were layered with enormous book shelves filled with unusual and spell binding books. Before the grand window which oversaw the land, was a massive, well kept and freshly polished mahogany desk. Ancient pieces of parchment littered the surface with many feathered quills scattered on top. A figure sat on the expensive, black leather chair and stared through stormy, hateful eyes as another figure leaned against the fireplace. His pale face half shadowed as his blonde hair fell in front of his silver eyes which burned with the fire into which he furiously stared. A snarl twisted his soft, pink lips and rage layered every pointed feature. His overly white knuckles tightened against the solid white marble of the mantle. His hard voice echoed over the crackling of the wood.
"You can not make me do that. I refuse." He said with a voice layered with disgust. He kept his eyes on the fire but he knew that the man, his father, had left the comfort of his chair. A firm hand pressed against his shoulder, he winced at the sudden contact. The pressure grew more intense as did the silence.
"You will obey me or else you will suffer the consequences." Demanded the stern and hating voice of his father. Tearing his gaze away from the raging flames, he glared into the silver pits and defiantly shrugged of his hand.
"Not this time, father." He spat, "I refuse, I won't do such things to innocent people!" he all but shouted, his hands tense by his side as fists. His teeth gritted together as he stared up at the evil before him. He barged past the man violently.
"Draco, do not make me-" his father warned but he was soon cut short.
"I am not one of your slaves! You cannot and will not make me do anything I don't want to do! For 11 years I have suffered under your influence, your malice, 11 years!" Draco strode forward, his face turned gradually red as he spat out the words. "No longer! I will bear it no longer! I'm finished with you father! Leaving and I am never coming back!"
Draco turned once more and began to storm out, but his father quickly cast a spell so the study door abruptly swung shut with a loud, heart-jumping bang. He spun around and glared at the man who stood menacingly before him, his wand slid stealthy into his right hand, a low growl erupted from his throat, as he strode closer, positioning himself into a fighting stance, he was relaxed and ready to defend himself.
The pair had no idea that the Lady of the house was scurrying hurriedly around Draco's room, packing his clothes and possessions. Though she dared not use magic she had the help of her personal servant, Terry, who's bat-like ears flopped around as she busied herself, she packed everything very precisely and only when the lid of the large, polished and expensive trunk slammed shut did she look at her mistress. Her long blonde hair hung loose and unhealthy around her overly pale face which was drawn and thin with tension and stress. Her blue eyes were dull and tearful as she shook with sobs. Terry ran to her mistress and took her hand, her large emerald eyes shone in the fading light.
"He will be okay Miss; Master Draco is tougher than yous think." She squeaked quietly, rubbing the Lady's hand. She shook her head sorrowfully as she peered down at her little friend.
"Terry, you must protect him, it is my wish that you take him to Dumbledore, and he will be safe there. You must stay with him and guide him towards the light. For me." She whispered as she took her hand from the quivering elf, and unclasped her favourite necklace; it was silver with Celtic knot, she gave it to the reluctant elf, "for me please, you have always been a good friend, please."
Terry tearfully took the necklace and hugged her mistress, an explosion echoed into the room, the Lady rushed from the room, Terry remained to send the luggage to a safe place by ancient magic and rushed out after her.
The doors of the study bust open to reveal Draco and his father engrossed in a fierce fight, red and green flashes whizzed in every direction, always missing their target. The marble fireplace was covered in soot and pieces of debris were scattered along the scorched floor. Many books were blown to pieces, scorched and burnt paper fell like snow unto the battling pair. Her husband conjured a snake which distracted Draco for a mere second, as he expertly killed it. That second however was all it took for Lucius to gain advantage. A flash of red knocked Draco to the ground and his wand and only weapon rolled away out of reach, he had no time to regain it however before his father towered over him.
"You forced me to do this." He sneered, his lips curled in disgust. He raised his wand and pointed it at his son, looking into his defiant eyes.
Draco refused to let him win and kicked his father's knee with practiced precision and as expected, his father cried in pain and dropped his defences long enough for Draco to scramble to his feet and punch him so he sprawled to the floor, blood seeped out of his nose and dripped onto the dusty floor. Draco turned to the door; his face grew softer as he saw his mother and Terry. It was then that hate twisted his father's heart and he cast the Killing Curse.
"Avadra Kederava!" he cried, his voice rasped and growled deeply.
Many things happened in that moment as the green light flashed towards Draco, who froze, rooted in shock. His mother screamed and bolted forward, threw herself in front of the curse, her body clung to Draco's as she looked up at him for the last time. A single tear rolled down her angelic face as her soul left her body, leaving it limp and heavy in Draco's arms. He stared down at her lifeless, blue eyes, and whimpered, tears flooded down his own pale face. His father was too shocked to move and it was then that Terry grabbed Draco and with him still clinging to his mother's body they vanished into the night.
