I Don't Own Harry Potter
Chapter 4
For the past two days, Draco had been bored out of his mind. He had already done all the assignments that Severus had left for him to do, and was currently practicing his violin. Sitting in the sun room, he played any notes that caught his instinct. He had no set plan and was just playing how he felt like. After another twenty minutes of playing, Martha had told him to go play outside, that it wasn't healthy for a boy to spend all his time indoors. Wandering around the neighborhood he spotted a dirty looking man staring at him. Being the conscientious person he was, he marched over to the person and stood right in front of the person.
"You smell funny," Draco stated.
"Well your short," The man stated as he blew smoke into Draco's face.
"Well I can fix that you uneducated Cretan…unlike you, I have learned how to bath…something you obviously were never taught," Draco responded haughtily. The man let out a laugh,
"Where are your parents?"
"Father is in England, while Papa is in Scotland…why?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"Because why else would they let a boy like you out of their sights." The man gave a grin, Draco felt vomit rise in his throat as he saw the rotten teeth in the man's smile.
"How revolting!" Draco exclaimed. "You foul beast…screw!" Draco clenched his fist and started to move away. He made it three steps when he felt a pressure at the back of neck, before he felt himself fall into darkness.
When Draco awoke, he felt ropes around him. Sitting up he looked around. By now it was nighttime and the only source of light was the fire right in front of him. Sitting there staring at him was the dirty man.
"I demand that you release me at once." Draco ordered.
"I don't think so…if your father can afford a trip to England then he must be loaded." The man stated. "I plan on holding you hostage until your father pays up."
"I see." Draco replied. "Father won't be happy when he hears about this." He told the man seriously, the man just laughed. "I can also tell that you really don't know how to deal with kids, nor do you know how to tie them up." The man just watched in awe as Draco wiggled his way out of the ropes. "Papa taught me how when he was teaching me how to ward off Vampire. He said that you should tie the rope tight in a cross shape in order to prevent them from feeding on you. Then you should tell them about the latest novel you have read. Try to start a conversation with them and then before they know it, they will forget all about wanting to drink your blood."
"What the hell!"
"Cursing is bad you know."
"So is talking crazy."
"Well don't blame me when you encounter a vampire and you don't know how to deal with them." Draco sneered. "I guess an uneducated Cretan wouldn't know good advice when he sees it."
"Stop calling me that Brat."
"Father says a Malfoy doesn't have to listen to those below him." Draco replied. "And you are definitely below me. You uneducated Cretan."
"You son of a Bitch!"
"That's was Papa calls the woman who Father was married too." Draco stated. "I think Papa said that she was my mother…but I don't remember her." Draco gave a frown as he looked down. "Papa said she was crazy." The uneducated Cretan looked on the blond with a sad feeling in his heart.
"Look…umm, I know we don't get along and all, I mean you're driving me crazy and I kidnapped you…but listen kid…I'm sorry about your mom." The uneducated Cretan replied as he casted a glance at the fire.
"It's okay Cretan." Draco replied simply as he sniffled, he than whipped his nose with the back of his hand. "You're not such a bad guy, for that reason, I'll try to keep the Vampires from drinking your blood."
"Damn it Brat, what is with you and Vampires?" The Uneducated Cretan growled as he poked the fire once again.
"Just because I care about human life does not mean you must be annoyed with me. I am very con…con…all thinking about other people." Draco announced as he looked up at the man. "Besides, there has been two Vampires looking upon us ever since I woke up…I thought you knew that." Draco looked so innocently as he revealed that that the uneducated Cretan had to turn around and look behind him. He then saw two cloaked figures staring at him. If he didn't know any better then he would have thought that their eyes had turned red in the firelight, and they were glazing at him with Hunger. "Hello Ms. Vampire; Mr. Vampire, my name is Draco." Draco stood up and gave a quick bow like he was taught to.
The female Vampire immediately glanced over at the male who simply sighed and nodded. She then rushed over and pulled Draco into a hug.
"You Laddie are so adorable." The female Vampire cooed as her long red hair fell from underneath her hood.
"Thank you Ms. Vampire. Father always tells me that a good boy must always look adorable so that he might be able to capture the hearts of young women." Draco stated. "So what is your name?"
"I'm Abigail McCallen; this is my friend Marcus Noralini."Abigail stated. "How did a young boy like yourself know we are Vampires?"
"Papa taught me that Vampires make the night darker." Draco smiled. "He teaches me a lot of things. Did you know that the uneducated Cretan over there kidnapped me?"His smile faltered.
"Really?" Abigail stated as her eyes narrowed as she glared at the man. "Marcus…" Marcus moved up to the uneducated Cretan.
"You know Mr. Marcus, you can't drink his blood." Draco stated.
"He harmed a child, he deserves it." The uneducated Cretan paled at the words spoken from the usually silent Vampire.
"I can't agree more." Abigail replied.
"That might be so Ms. Abigail, but Papa bought me some blood-pops when he went to Salem last year and they were really, really, good. Papa told me that was what Vampires tasted as blood. So when I cut my finger while helping Papa makes a potion I tried some of my blood and it didn't taste as good as a blood-pop. So if you want good blood you can't drink the uneducated Cretan." Draco stated.
"You haven't answered our question Dear." Abigail replied. "Why can't we drink his blood?"
"Well when I first met the uneducated Cretan he was dirty, and smelly and so he can't taste good. You would want to drink blood from someone who was clean and not filled with die…germs." Draco answered all knowingly.
"I see, but then we will have to return him to the proper authority, if we can't get our justice, then we will have to allow you humans to extract your justice." Abigail stated as she casted a glance at Marcus who picked the uneducated Cretan by the scruff of his neck. She then looked down at Draco. "Would you like to hold my hand as we get out of here?"
"A Malfoy never holds anyone's hand." Draco recited as he stuck his nose in the air.
"A Malfoy?" Abigail questioned as she shared another glance at Marcus, of all the children they could have saved, it had to be a Malfoy. The name resonated within them as one of the names of the Dark Wizard who had terrorized the United Kingdom. They knew that Malfoy had been a supporter of the Dark Wizard; because of the battles, everyone one was force to pick sides. When Abigail and Marcus had refuse to chose sides, their Coven had been attacked by both sides, the Death Eater attacked them for not joining, and the Order of Phoenix had attacked them thinking they had joined forces with the Dark Wizard. With the remaining members of their Coven, they had told everyone to split up, to go to all reaches of the world until they heard for certain that everything had calmed down. The week before, Marcus had ran into a fellow Vampire from a Coven in Southern England who had told them that Voldemort had been dead for the past four years. So they were now making their way back to their native home in Scotland when they stumbled upon Draco and the uneducated Cretan.
"Yes…Father says that a Malfoy cannot allow anyone to hold their hand." Draco replied, he then casted a sly glance over at her. "But I suppose that a Malfoy can allow himself to be carried." Abigail hid a grin. This was going to be one bossy young man when he grew up.
"Alright then Mr. Malfoy." Abigail smirked as she picked him up. They had made it ten steps before Draco fell asleep with his head resting on Abigail shoulder. Immediately Abigail turned towards Marcus.
"Marcus please can we keep him?"
"No Abby…he is a Malfoy. The last thing we need is to incite the wrath of the Wizards for taking one of their pure-bloods." Marcus stated as he purposefully let the uneducated Cretan hit a tree branch.
"Okay." Abigail pouted as she continued to follow Marcus out of the forest.
Neville had immediately enlisted the help of his Grandmother when he heard that Draco was missing. Augusta had been more than willing to help her grandson look for his only friend. She knew, even without Neville telling her, that he didn't have anyone other than Draco. He was the only person he ever spoke about. Neville would always say "Draco said this" or "Draco did that". Everything in his world revolved around Draco. It scared her how dependent Neville had become on this little boy. Having just come out of a war where both her son and daughter-in-law had been driven crazy, she was scared of anything happening to her grandson, her last tie to her son. With the war happening for so many years she was used to hearing about disappearances and murders; it was one of the reasons why she had left her family home and made her way to America. She had come to this small town in hopes to find some peace. Now it seemed as if there was no where safe anymore. She looked around, and it amazed her how everyone in the town had gotten together and look for Draco. On several occasions she had gotten to know Martha Wilson, and Martha had seemed to her as being a steady woman, one who could weather a storm and not be afflicted, but upon seeing her, she had seen a desperate woman who immediately reminded her as herself when she had heard about what had happened to Frank. She felt a slight ripple of magic as she noticed a tall blond haired man. Immediately she knew who it was. She had somehow moved to the same city as Lucius Malfoy.
Lucius exited his plane and immediately apparated to his house. He had exchanged his tickets with Albert, he had returned to America ready to find out what had happened to his son. As he sat in his seat on the plane, his thought had ranged about what had happened to his son. He feared that he had been discovered in America, and a Death Eater wanting revenge had taken his son, that they might have killed his son. He felt an anguish that he never thought that he could feel. Once he was back at his home, he made his way over to the Wilsons. Immediately he began to question Martha about what had happened. When he noticed someone staring at him, turning he saw an older woman. Not being able to place her, he knew he had seen her before.
"Augusta!" Martha exclaimed as she gave her a watery smile. Hearing her name Lucius immediately placed her. "Augusta, this is."
"Lucius Malfoy." Augusta finished. "What the Bloody hell are you doing here?"
"Augusta Longbottom, I could as you the same thing. I am here looking for my son." Lucius glared.
"You two know each other?" Martha asked cautiously.
"No." Lucius and Augusta both replied immediately, they then exchanged a glare.
"Umm, are you Draco's Father or his Papa?" A small voice asked. Both adults looked down at the boy.
"I'm Draco's Father…who are you?" Lucius asked.
"I'm umm, Neville…Neville Longbottom." Neville replied as he looked down. Lucius glared.
"Pathetic, Boy, when you introduce yourself you look the person in the eye."Lucius stated frostily.
"How dare you…" Augusta started when she felt another ripple of magic. Her eyes widening as she saw Severus Snape make his way over to them. He cast a glance over at her and gave her a nod before turning his attention to Lucius.
"What do we know about Draco?" Severus asked.
"Nothing as of yet." Lucius replied as his hand tightened into a fist. He was a Malfoy, he wasn't about to let his feelings get the better of him.
"Draco will be okay." Neville stated as he looked up at the three adults in earnest. "I know it. Draco is safe. I know he is. He…He…"Neville started to cry. Augusta looked down at her grandson with compassion.
"Neville…"Augusta was at a loss at what to do. How could she comfort her grandchild when she knew now that the boy who was kidnapped was the nephew of the woman who took away her son?
It was then that they heard Martha Gasp and point behind them. The two Wizards and Witch turned and looked at the figures making their way towards them. It only took Augusta two seconds before she recognized them to be Vampires. Immediately she picked up Neville and shielded him from the newcomers. She'd be damned if she let someone take away the last link she had to her son. She casted a quick glance at Lucius and Severus; both had turned paler then she had ever thought they could have turned. Following their gaze, she noted a lump in the arms of the only female of the group. Immediately she noticed the trademark white-blond hair and knew that the lump was in fact Draco Malfoy. While she might have hated the child's parents and family, that did not stop her heart from stopping at the thought that the child might be dead.
"Is this child yours?" The Male Vampire asked as he tossed a cowering man to the ground. It seemed as if the police had finally gotten their head together and moved towards the newcomers. "This man took young Draconis. See to it that he is rightfully punished," The officers nodded and took the Uneducated Cretan away. Lucius then stepped forward.
"This child is mine…what have you done with him." Lucius prayed that the answer the Vampires would give him would be 'nothing'. "Who are you?"
"My name is Marcus…and this is my wife Abigail." Marcus stated steely before Abigail elbowed him in the stomach.
"Honestly Marcus." Abigail growled before smiling and taking a step closer to the Wizards. She ignored the dark look Marcus sent her. "Forgive Marcus; he tends to worry too much. The little prince just asleep. Since Marcus said we couldn't keep him, I'm returning him to you." Lucius paled even more at the ending statement. The very thought that they had planned to keep his son was enough to almost make him run over to her and yank Draco out of her arms. Fortunately the matter was decided when Draco started to wake up.
Sitting up Draco started to rub his eyes. He turned his head and saw Lucius and Severus watching him. Smiling he started to struggle in Abigail's arms, indicating that he wanted to be put down. Chuckling to herself, Abigail lowered Draco onto the ground. Running up to his father, Draco stopped a foot in front of Lucius and grinned up at him.
"I'm glad you're back Father." Draco looked at him. "I hope your trip was uneve…uneve…that nothing bad happen…" Draco wasn't able to finish when Lucius decided to forgo pretexts and pulled Draco into a hug.
"I was so worried about you." Lucius stated as he tightened his grip.
"Why Father?" Draco asked as Lucius picked him up. "I was with the uneducated Cretan. Mr. Marcus has him." Draco looked over at Marcus. "Well he did have him. I don't know what happened to him now. I told them not to drink the Uneducated Cretan blood, cause he was so dirty, and that there was no way that he could taste good…and then Abigail said she would take me home…so I said it was okay, but I told her that you and papa were still away and that I was staying with Ms. Martha…and then I fell asleep..."Draco then turned towards Severus. "Papa…what does uneducated Cretan mean anyways?" Draco looked innocently at Severus. The Uneducated Cretan was about to be put in the cop car turned his head and looked at Draco in disbelief. He was quickly shoved into the car before he let out several choice words that were muffled by the closing of the door. After everything he put up with, that brat didn't even know what the name he had given him had meant.
Lucius looked down at his son, and then over at Severus who had the decency to look slightly guilty. "Draco we are going to have a talk about copying what Severus says to you." Lucius then turned towards Abigail. "I would like to thank you for saving my son."
"It was nothing. I think anyone would have wanted to save the little prince. I have a feeling he will be of…" Abigail was cut short as she suddenly noticed the sky lightening. "The sun! We must go…"
"Stay with us." Severus called out. "It is the least we can do for you after you rescued Draco…" He shared a glance with Lucius "It will also even our debt to you." Abigail turned towards Marcus and shared a look. They both then glanced over at the sky.
"We have no choice. Thank you." Abigail stated as she motioned for Severus and Lucius to lead the way.
"Malfoy…you aren't really considering…"Augusta cut in.
"Longbottom, I don't believe you have a say in the affairs of my household." Lucius sneered as he stood up; tightly he gripped Draco's hand. It was then that Draco noticed Neville.
"Hi Neville…I didn't know you were here!" Draco grinned as he pulled his hand out of Lucius's hand and ran over to Augusta. Neville Squirmed out of Augusta's arm and pulled Draco into a hug.
"I was so worried about you…"Neville sniffled.
"I'm alright Neville. You don't need to worry about me." Draco gave him a smile. Neville nodded and let Draco go. It suddenly hit Draco that he hadn't introduced Neville.
"Papa! Father! This is my friend Neville Longbottom…he's from England and he's like me." Draco stated.
"Draco…"Lucius started but stopped when he noticed Severus shaking his head. Suddenly Neville was yanked out of Draco's grip.
"Neville. You are not to speak to Draco ever again…he is not the sort you want to hang around with." Augusta stated as she pulled Neville down the street, ignoring the look of shock in both Draco's and Neville's face.
"Father…Papa…we should go in now." Draco stated as he looked towards them.
"Draco…dear…don't worry, I'll talk to Augusta." Martha stated as she gave Draco a small hug. "I'm so glad you are safe."
"Thank you Ms. Martha." Draco stated as he waited for her to let him go.
"I'd hate to interrupt…but we really need to get indoors." Abigail grinned slightly worried.
"Yes…yes of course." Severus stated as he moved towards the door of his and Lucius's house and opened the door. He then held it open as Abigail, Draco, Marcus and Lucius entered the room. He then waved goodbye to Martha and entered the house.
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