Draven opened his eyes slowly and groaned. It was too early to get up but the incessant pecking on the window was hard to ignore. He glanced over at Draco who was asleep in the next bed over. He frowned and slid out of bed, padding over to the window. He opened it and left the bird in. He eyed the brown speckled owl before untying two letters that were attached to its leg. "Go on. The owlery is around back. You can eat and rest there." He said with a yawn. The owl flew back out the window and he closed it. He looked down at the two letters in his hand. His name was on the front of the first one and Draco's was on the front of the second one. It was done in a green ink. He turned his over and glanced at the red wax seal on the back. It had an H stamped in the center. His eyes widened. He hopped onto Draco's bed and began to bounce. "Wake up, Drake!" He continued to bounce until the blonde woke up. He thrust the other letter into his face. "Here!"
Draco opened his eyes to glare at Draven. "What is so bloody important that you had to wake me from my sleep?" He looked at the letter before ripping it open. His eyes widened and a huge grin appears on his face. "Is this what I think it is?"
Draven followed Draco's lead and ripped his open. He scanned over the words before an identical grin appears on his face. "Yes it is. We've been accepted to Hogwarts! We must tell father!" He bolted out of the room and towards his fathers chambers, letter in hand.
Draco hopped out of bed and followed Draven. They both were still dressed in their green and silver pajamas. "Slow down Draven. My brain isn't awake yet." He mumbled.
Draven stopped in front of the chamber door and knocked. He waited several moments. He didn't have patience when it came to something as important as this. "Father!" He pushed the door open and bolted inside. He looked around and frowned. His father was nowhere to be seen. He charged out of the room and rushed downstairs.
Draco continued to follow Draven. "Maybe he is already having breakfast?" He suggested trying to get his friend to calm down.
Draven glanced behind him and rushed into the restaurant sized kitchen. He stopped in his tracks. There appeared to be a meeting, of sorts, going on. He frowned and looked around for his father. It never occurred to him that he had never seen his father eat or drink anything in all the time that he had known him. Except for a glass of wine or Brandy on very special occasions, which were few and far between.
Draco slammed into Draven's back after his sudden stop. "Sorry." He muttered and looked around at all the people in the room. He only recognized a select few. "We should go, Drave." He said quietly.
Draven looked over at his friend and nodded. He began to back up but hit into something very large, smelly and solid. A hand gripped his shoulder painfully hard. He looked over and saw that Draco was having the same problem. "Let me go!" He began to struggle.
The man sneered down at the two boys. "What 'ave we got 'ere?" The man had an accent of some sorts. "Two spies, looken for trouble, are ye?" He steered the two boys through the crowd of people and into the center of the kitchen.
Draven was actually afraid of this man. He had no idea who he was, not recognizing him as one of the death eaters that served in his fathers inner circle, nor did he appreciate the death grip he had on his shoulder. He winced as the grip tightened.
Draco froze in fear. This was a man he didn't know. To top it off he had no idea where his parents were. He swallowed and winced at the tight hold. He looked over at Draven to see him also wince. He placed a scowl on his face to mask the throbbing pain.
In the center of the crowd was none other than Severus Snape. He wasn't alone. The boys could make out the faces of Conner Fizwit, Mason Clearwater and Davis Dreson. They were all inner circle death eaters or Elites, as they liked to refer to themselves. They felt themselves being pushed forward and then to top it all off they were forced to bow.
Draven was fuming. How dare this pig of a human make him bow? He was Lord Voldemort's son and heir! But he didn't struggle. He just prayed that the man got his just dues.
Draco blinked as his head was pushed down into a awkward bow. He could sense that Draven was trying to contain his anger and so was he. But he kept quiet. He was curious to see what would happen next.
Severus looked up at the large man who appeared to have two children with him. His eyes narrowed. "Explain yourself, Watson." His voice was deathly low. He couldn't get a clear view of the children's faces.
"I found 'em by the da 'oor, sir. They be 'nooping." The large lub of a man stated. "They 'ere tryin ta make a break for da 'oor when I 'natched 'em. Thought they could be punished, I did."
Snape eyed the boys closely. They seemed to be dressed in night clothes. His eyes widened. He quickly stood and rushed towards the boys. He pushed Watson away and lifted their faces. "Draven? Draco? What are you doing up this early?" Snape's voice was quiet. He had now been teaching the boys for two years and shared a mutual respect with them.
Draven looked at Snape. He couldn't help the tears that were showing in his eyes. The man had hurt his shoulder and he wanted him to pay. "I was looking for father. We received an owl this morning. We got accepted to Hogwarts." He said quietly.
Snape glared at Watson after seeing the young heirs tears. He had never showed signs of weakness before. "Are you hurt?" He glanced at both boys.
Draco nodded slowly and pulled down the neck of his shirt. His shoulder now had a large bruise on it that stuck out like a sore thumb on his pale skin. Draven followed Draco's lead and pulled down the neck of his own shirt down to show off a matching bruise.
Snape's eyes widened at the horrible looking bruises. He grabbed Watson by the collar. "Do you realize who you just assaulted, you mighty lub? This is Lucius Malfoy's son, Draco." He pointed to the blonde. "And this is Draven, Lord Voldemort's heir" He said through clenched teeth.
Watson turned pale before promptly fainting, a large strain covering the front of his grey trousers. No one stood to help the man since he had already signed his death certificated. No one was allowed to touch either of the boys and the punishment for disobeying this was death.
Draven glared at the unconscious man. He walked over to him and gave the large man a swift kick in the side before turning back to Snape. "We really didn't mean to interrupt. But father wasn't in his chamber and we thought that maybe he was having breakfast this morning." He only then realized how foolish that thought was. He gave himself a mental kick.
Voldemort chose that time to appear in the kitchen. He glanced at the unconscious man then to the two boys. His eyes fell on their shoulders since their shirts still were pulled down. His eyes narrowed in anger. He pointed to the man on the ground. "Take him to the dungeons and leave him!" He hissed before striding over to the two boys. He kneeled down and placed his wand over the bruises. He mumbled a healing spell and the marks disappear. He then launched into lecture mode about how the boys weren't to be touched by anyone but himself, Snape or Lucius. He also made it clear that the next person to do so would be killed on the spot. "What are you two doing up at 7 o'clock in the morning?"
Both boys held out their letters. "We got accepted, sir." Both boys say together then chuckle.
Voldemort took the letters and began to read. "Excellent! Well done! I had no doubt in my mind that you would be accepted." He actually had a small smile on his reptilian face. "Come, we have much to discuss and celebrate." He placed a cold hand on each boys shoulder and with a crack they disappeared and the meeting resumed.