Chapter Two:
Six years later, Brandon lay up on his bed in his room. Brandon stared at the ceiling with his arms crossed behind his head using them for a pillow. He wondered what Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry would be like. Would people like him there? Ms. Lestrange seemed worried about something. What was there to worry about? It wasn't like Brandon was unprepared to go to Hogwarts. He had all the necessities he needed; like his new wand, blackthorn eleven and three quarter inches, several new robes, potion-making supplies, a barn owl named Colt; named for it's rare genetic condition that made it's feathers black, resembliing the color of a young colt stallion, and even a broomstick. What was so wrong with Hogwarts that made Ms. Lestrange worried? Brandon couldn't see anything wrong with Hogwarts and was determined that he was going no matter what went wrong. Besides, if something somehow did go wrong, he always had Draco to tell. He was going at the same time he was so he would know atleast one person when he went there. And then another person popped inside his head, Snape. Ms. Lestrange always told him to refer to him as Professor Snape, but he always Snape to Brandon. Snape would come to Malfoy Manor, where he lived with the rest of the Malfoys, every once in a while. And the only real reason he came to the manor was to see if The Dark Lord was found. Brandon didn't even know really who The Dark Lord was, but Mr and Mrs Malfoy seemed to be pretty frightened of him. Ms. Lestrange told me every time she visited to see him, which was about every two days or so, that he could do great things for him. Mr and Mrs Malfoy and Ms. Lestrange were so happy when Brandon showed his a magical significance by causing a black, wrinkly old hand called the Hand of Glory, to go flying across the room without touched it when it startled him. They were so thrilled they arranged a special dinner in honor of him and invited many people he did not know but was quiet scared of to it.
Brandon turned on his side and yawned. He was tired he had done nothing at all that day but read a old and quite large spellbook that had fallen on top of his head on no accord while passing a bookshelve weeks ago . He started reading it ever since. He already memorized half the spells that were in it. Mrs. Malfoy even had to hide his wand to prevent him from trying to try them and doing Underage magic. Over the past years, Brandon had read so many books on so many different subjects he wondered whether he would be bored in all his classes the first few years. He read about Wiazarding history, numerous spellbooks, though not quite as large as the one he was reading now, books that contained information on some kind of magic called Horcruxes, and books on potion-making. Draco was trying to get him into playing Quidditch at the school. For the last few weeks Draco and Brandon had at the manor Draco continued to pester him about playing Quidditch with him in the garden. Brandon refused everytime, having no interest in Quidditch at all. There was a knock at the door.
"What?" Brandon said quietly.
"Dinner" Draco's voice chimed behind the door.
"Just a second" Brandon said.
Brandon had nothing important to do that made Brandon delay dinner, but Brandon wasn't that hungry and it could wait. He waited for Draco's footsteps to go away before he got up to go to open the door. He didn't feel like listening to Draco ask him for the five hundredth time to play Quidditch and he also just felt like being left alone. He made his way down to the parlor room, where an ornate, regtangular table stood in the middle of the room. The wallpaper was striped with red and green, matching everything from the candles to the chandelier that hung in the middle of the room. Everytime Brandon came into the room it reminded him of Christmas. He took the seat oppostie of Draco and waited for the house-elf Dobby to bring the dinner out.
They sat there for a few minutes before Draco grew impatient.
"Where's my food you stupid mini-sized troll!" screame Draco to the kitchen.
"Coming!" a high, squeaky voice called from behind the finely crafted wooden door that led to the kitchen.
The doors squng open by themselves and Dobby the house elf stepped out of the threshold into the parlor room with a steel cart that held their dinners.. Brandon always like Dobby and never gave him a hard time. Draco and the rest of the family gave him an already hard enough time. Dobby snapped his fingers and four plates with steak hovered to their owners. Brandon ate as fast as he could listening to Mr and Mrs. Malfoy talking about the Ministry. They then changed the subject to the Dark Lord again. Brandon had heard their predictions of his location so many times that he could practically recite them to anyone who grew bored once they talked about the man he had no knowledge of. He ate fast and then left the table and climbed back upstairs without the Malfoy's noticing or caring. Brandon walked through the many hallways upstairs until he found the room he was looking for: the study. He walked into the dusty old room that no one in the manor came into except him. He grabbed the large book he was reading off the green leather loveseat that matched the rest of the room. Everything on the walls were covered with some shade of green or some kind of serpent on it. Brandon sat down and continued to fill his brain with more enchantments.
