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Warning: The usual... Language, Drama, ECT....
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Chapter 7: Contemplating
Last time:
Bill, the eldest, was allowing tears to drip down his face, determination glowing brightly in his eyes. One unspoken vow went between the twins, Bill, and Charlie: 'We will avenge you little brother!'
This time:
I was walking down the street,
when out the corner of my eye
I saw a pretty little thing approaching me.
She said "I've never seen a man
Who looks so all alone,
Could you use a little company?
Ain't no rest for the wicked- Cage the Elephant
It was bound to happen sometime. Our first fight as brothers, our worst fight. Just a seemingly harmless dinner two nights turned into one of my nightmares. We were just talking about going off to Hogwarts. The 'Dark Lord' was no threat to us there. I was still working on a way to get rid of the mark, but coming up short of the answer. That's where everything went wrong; the talk of Voldy and Death eaters. My heart still beat painfully against my ribs, begging for me to die.
Flashback-----
"Kane, Draco you must not go looking for trouble! Kane you must protect your little brother even if you're the one who loves trouble." Dad looked especially worried today.
I snorted and replied, "Dad I never go looking for trouble, Trouble seems to find me. Anyway, as for Draco, he's a big boy." I smiled to take the pressure off the words, didn't work.
"Kane, you've faced Vol- He-who-Must-Not-Be-Named, like, five times now. Are you not afraid of him? Is that why your Boggart turns into a dementor..." He trailed of looking at me trying to read my expression.
I smirked at him amusement clear in my eyes, "Why should I be afraid of Voldemort?" They gaped at me. It took them a second to get their expressions under control before they looked at me.
"Kane," Draco started. "Looking at Voldemort or being in his presence is worse than looking a Basilisk in the eyes. Except he makes you feel pain, before you die." I was actually confused.
"And why should that make me afraid of Voldy?" Draco and Lucius looked irritated and Severus and Narcissa looked like they knew what was coming next.
"Of course you should be afraid of him! Why aren't you!?" Lucius said while waving his arms around. I just gave him a sad smile.
"Whoever said I was afraid to die? Because I'm not ..." Let's just say those were the wrong words to use in front of Drake. He blew up at me.
"HOW COULD YOU EVER SAY THAT? You would leave ME, MUM, AND DAD HERE ALL ALONE WITHOUT YOU! That too when we just got you back?!" He stopped for a second the anger rising into his face. "How could you Kane? Goddamn, you know what? Fine! Go and face Voldemort as soon as you can. Let's see who will stop you now..." Everyone in the room gasped, besides me, I felt like my heart had been ripped out and trampled on. He dashed out of the room pure malice on his face.
My brother said that straight to my face. He just told me to go to Voldemort to basically commit suicide. So I did the only rational thing I could think of. I ran to my room locked the door, and thought of my options. Well screw options, I never had options. That was a word used for 'free' people; me well, I've never been free. First I was in a hell-hole called the Dursleys. Then I went to Hogwarts and met Ron and Hermione. Those spies, traitors, they were fucking paid to be my friends! I was under Dumbledore's thumb the whole time. Now I was Kane Andrew Potter Black Malfoy. The Malfoys were 'shamed' since we were running. Yep running from Voldemort the great imposing Malfoys reduced to running.
----- Back to the present-
That's what happened and now I was thinking and that was never a good thing. Thinking usually lead to memories and my memories were far from fun...
Sirius was falling through the veil over and over again...
Not getting one letter from Ron or Hermione, my supposed friends.
Having Drake tell me they were spying.
No, none of these were good memories especially where Draco told me of their spying. I asked about Ginny too, she also was in on it. Apparently she was promised by Dumblefuck to marry the Boy-Who-Lived. Like that would happen now! Cause you know what? They Boy-Who-Lived Died! Yeah y'know Fates a Bitch, right? 'Cause the Prophet was right, Harry Potter the Boy-Who-Lived was dead, but Kane Malfoy was born. And when he went to Hogwarts in about a week they would understand they let their greatest hope die!
How ironic was it that the Darkest Dark lord was born a dark lord from Dumbledore's mistake? That the Saviour was born, again, from Dumbledore's mistake. And you know what he died because of Dumbledore's mistake. And yet people look up at him and Minister Fudge. Ha one day Fudge would be fired and killed. Ok maybe not killed ... tortured would be good or maybe get his magic stripped?
I was knocked out of my musings by the sun that came over the mountains saying that it was time for a new day. Today we would be going to Diagon alley to get our school supplies. Cause today was August 26th.
---- August 20th the Burrow, after the news---
All I saw was red when I realised that some of my family was HAPPY Harry was dead! The little scrawny kid that we basically adopted was all a farce. Well I barely knew him but don't mean he wasn't like my little brother! More of one than Ron ever was. He is always going on about he will be famous someday. Fat chance maybe as the fake friend of Harry Potter! Charlie and I knew him a little bit from the little conversations we had with him from time to time. He was smart, cunning, and brave. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Dumbledore would never understand this.
That's why this year Charlie and I were going to teach at Hogwarts. Fred and George were repeating 7th year since they had dropped out. So I was taking DADA and Charlie was taking CoMC. We were going to look for those with potential and help them as best we could for the real world. We were ready and I wanted to confront my 'family' on their behaviour.
"Family meeting!" I yelled out across the house. We all came into the living room. Mum had gotten herself under control, Ron was still slightly giggling and Ginny had a full blown smile on her face, as for the rest of us, well we had seen better times. They all sat down and I stood. "I wanted to assess all our reactions to the news that our little brother-" Ron cut me off before I could continue, a furious expression on his face.
"What the hell do you mean 'Little Brother' He was no family of ours!" Ginny nodded her head along with her brother and Molly looked torn.
I glared at him to shut them up, "As I was saying. I want to know why Ginny smiled, Ron laughed and Mum clutched her chest. So speak up now or I will have to do something... drastic." I glared at them all before Ron picked up some Gryffindor bravery and spoke up.
"Well Dumbledore came to our house the day before we would go to Hogwarts for my first year. He gave us some money since it was a rough year. He asked for only one thing: Me to befriend and spy on Harry James Potter. It was easy to get him into Gryffindor, the idiot." Ron grinned at the end believing he had said the right thing. Nope he didn't say one right word. We were all disgusted at him, well not Mum or Ginny. I glared at Ginny next.
"Well," She began timidly, "I was to get to know Harry. Get him to like me, so I could marry him. I was promised to him! Dumbledore said I would marry the Boy-Who-Lived." She was starting to raise her voice by the end of that little rant. "But then I actually saw him, the skinny little runt. Why would I want to marry something that ugly?" She had a disgusted tone to her voice. Arrogance was radiating from her every pore. "Then he turned into something else by my third year. Hot is the only word for it." I looked at her disbelievingly. Then my 'mother' spoke up.
"Well I was paid 200 galleons every week he stayed here and of course money for his school supplies. We weren't poor anymore we could finally buy some nice stuff. Then when I realized he was dead, where would we get more money? How could that little bastard do this to us! He left us here in the dirt!" She was angry by now and all I could do was stare at her. This is what my family had come to? Before i could lash out in anger my dad stood up.
"I Arthur Wellington Weasley hereby disinherit Molly Anne Weasley, Ronald Bilius Weasley, and Ginerva Molly Weasley from the Weasley clan. May you go nameless for your crimes." I nodded, adding my consent, so did Charlie and the twins. Percy joined us too, much to our surprise. They gasped and started yelling. But that was an end to that discussion. The magic of the house picked them up and threw them out.
---------- The nameless (formerly the Weasleys) on the 26th ----------- Diagon alley.
We didn't have a name anymore. Dumbledore took us in and gave us some money. But today we were to get the school supplies. None of us wanted to run into our old family. When we reached Diagon alley it was a quiet place right now. Everyone still disbelieving that the Brat-Who-lived was dead. First we went to Madam Malkin's since Ginny and I had both grown a few inches this summer. That's when we saw the Malfoys inside getting new robes. Malfoy Sr. Draco Malfoy and another one I've never seen before. They were ignoring each other. I grinned; perfect. I could maybe befriend the one I'd never seen before; maybe he would give me money.
I slowly approached the robe shop and went to try to talk to the new Malfoy. I got up to him after around 5 minutes of trying to manoeuvre through the shop only to see him and Draco arguing.
"I told you already I'm sorry!" Draco yelled at him. I saw cold, hard, resentment in the other one's eyes.
"Yah, Drake you've said sorry. But do you mean it? To have said that to your own twin! It was painful and I don't think you understand that. I've been through hell and back, I've carried things no sixteen year old should have to. So then when your family finally comes to you, claiming you, only to have your brother after four weeks say that to you? You wouldn't understand it. I love you Drake but what if I told you to go basically commit suicide after you told me you weren't afraid to die!" He choked out the last part his eyes starting to water.
Draco looked at his face ashen. "Kane, I didn't mean it. I- it was a 'in the moment comment'! Please I am sorry, you're my brother and I love you. I just want my older brother back, please!" His voice sounded so desperate I laughed right there. Without meaning to I allowed them to know somebody was listening. They both whirled towards me and I stuck out my hand to the boy.
"Hi, Kane was it? Well seeing as you're on the outs with your brother I can show you around. My name is Ron." I gave a crooked grin at him only to see disgust lingering in his eyes. Crap! He walked towards me slowly and punched me in the face. I went slamming towards the floor pain racing all over my body. He looked down on me as if I were the most horrid thing in the world.
Then he spoke slowly and I saw all my plans crashing down around me, "Really? Well even if I'm on the outs with my brother I would never accept your hand. I'm not that low, to talk to somebody of your standing in the wizarding world. Do you think me some idiot who will take the least as my friends? NO I only take the most powerful and loyal. You are neither!" Well there went all my plans.
Kane left a downcast Ron on the floor of Madam Malkin's. He walked away not once looking back. He went into a magical pet shop with the Malfoys following right behind him. Anyone could clearly see the pain Draco was going through if they looked closely enough. Kane knew it but wasn't ready to forgive his brother. Let him suffer a little more ... maybe by tomorrow he would accept the apology.
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