Chapter 11: Holiday part 1.
WARNING: physical and verbal abuse from a parent to a child. If you cannot handle this, then please do NOT read this or the upcoming chapters. You have been WARNED!
Lifelessly he stared out the window. It felt like he was going to his own funeral.
'Might as well be,' he bitterly thought to himself.
Draco was alone in this compartment on the Hogwarts Express. He was heading home for the holidays. He didn't see Hermione at all that morning, but then again, he did sneak to the train.
Harry had been laying it on him for not talking to her, but, Draco was still a Slytherin in some ways. Then again, he also knew that she would be highly livid with him too.
He signed Hermione up to stay at Hogwarts.
The compartment door slid open and Draco saw Ron Weasley looking unsure of himself.
"Do you mind if I…" he trailed off.
"Sure, since there's room for more than just me in here," Draco said, hoping that this will be worth it.
Ron nodded and then took a seat opposite of him. As the silence fell like thick fog, the two boys kept to themselves.
"You know," Ron spoke up first, "I didn't think you would be alright to live with,"
Draco didn't answer at first, just waiting.
"I've heard stories, from my dad of course; that you and your family were…" Ron said, looking for a word.
"Evil? Mad? Diabolical? Take your pick, they're all true," Draco offered to him.
"Yeah. So why are you not like them?" Ron asked him, cocking his head to the right curiously.
Swallowing, Draco thought on it.
"Maybe it's the right path to take. Hermione has been my friend for a long time and she's the brightest witch of our age," Draco said, shrugging.
Ron nodded, thinking.
Draco was wondering what he was up to now.
"You're not going to hurt her, are you?" Ron asked of him.
Draco was up on his feet, wand out and glaring at Ron who paled, whispering "Do you honestly think that I am like my father? Like the rest of my disgusting family? No, Ronald Weasley. I will put my life on the line if it comes to her surviving,"
Ron nodded fast stuttering "G-g-good,"
Draco sat down after he put his wand away and ignored Ron for quite some time. He didn't mean to be that aggressive towards Ron, but something just ticks him off whenever anyone thinks that he won't protect her.
'Then again, no one knows that we're from the future and a different time line,' he thought to himself.
"What are you going to be doing for the holidays?" Ron asked him, keeping it far away from Hermione.
'Smart move, Weasley,' Draco snarled in his mind.
"Like always, have the Holiday ball with the pureblood families, the Minister of Magic and other people. To be quite honest with you, Weasley, I just wish that we didn't have them. It's not the 1920's anymore, it's 2001. And….I wish my family was like yours," Draco answered him.
"You do? Even with the smothering from my mum?" Ron asked him in surprise.
"My family is cold, Weasley. We believe in a dying bad way. Maybe if they were showed some love, things would have been different," Draco told him, looking at the floor.
Ron sighed and said "Maybe, but you wouldn't be who you are. And yeah, you dating Hermione just shows that you are different. Breaking the chain if you will, of what came before you,"
"Why are you here? Didn't you sign up to stay at Hogwarts?" Draco asked, changing the subject.
"Got an owl at last night, mum said that Charlie was coming home after all," Ron answered him, glad to have changed the subject.
"…What does he do again?" Draco asked, trying to think.
"He works with Dragons in Romania," Ron said, pulling a crumbled up old picture.
Draco gently took it as Ron pointed to Charlie who held up a baby dragon Egg with a very angry and protective Mother Dragon flying right towards him.
"Was he in Gryffindor?" Draco asked, seeing that there were flames licking the image now.
"All of us are, except for my only and younger sister," Ron said, taking the picture back.
Draco nodded as they felt the train starting to slow down.
"Well, Happy Christmas and New Year, Draco," Ron said getting his trunk down.
"Yeah…yeah. Happy Christmas and New Year," Draco said back, copying him.
Ron was already out of the compartment when Draco turned back around. Pulling his trunk behind him, Draco slowly made his way off of the train.
Draco soon found where Ron was; being hugged and kissed by his mother who was also wiping his nose with a spot of dirt on it. Draco just smirked at Ron who glared back at him.
"Get off mum!" Ron retaliated back.
"Ronald Weasley you will hold still!" His mother barked at him.
It worked; she cleaned the dirt off of his nose and then pulled him to the exit.
"Good afternoon, Draco," a voice he knew anywhere.
A voice; that he had once looked up to when he was a boy. A voice, so soft spoken and yet so cunning and dripped with evil.
Draco slowly turned around and stared up Lucius Malfoy and said "Father,"
"Let's go home," Lucius barely uttered above a whisper, taking Draco's hand and with a pop, was gone.
Draco stumbled and then fell to the ground, his stomach was in knots.
"Lucius," His mother's voice washed over him then.
"Get up," Lucius snarled, forcing Draco to his feet again.
Draco couldn't control it; he felt sick to his stomach now and, threw up on his father's shoes.
"Lucius! Did you just apparited out of King's Cross without any warning to Draco?" Narcissa snarled at him, hurrying over to Draco.
Lucius had winced when Draco threw up on his shoes.
"The boy needs to grow up, Narcissa," Lucius swiftly utters back to her, sneering. "And these were just brand new shoes that I bought,"
"Come along, Draco. Let's get you cleaned up," Narcissa ushered him out of the room.
Lucius just glared after them in silence.
Narcissa walked Draco to his bedroom and whispered low "Stay away from your father as much as possible. Those shoes will probably be your Christmas gift from him,"
Draco just glared at the wall but said "Mother, I need to unpack,"
Narcissa nodded and said "I will leave you to, but just …stay away from him, Draco. See you at dinner,"
"What is for dinner?" Draco asked her curiously.
"Pot roast, mashed potatoes, gravy, rolls, steamed carrots, steamed peas, steamed broccoli and beats," She answered him, walking away.
Draco sighed as he then said "Dobby,"
POP!
"Young Master is home! Dobby is so happy to see young master!" Dobby said, smiling up at him.
"Dobby, do you think you could go to King's Cross, I think my father forgot to get the rest of my trunks. And, when you get back, send a letter to Hermione Granger," Draco said to him.
Bowing low, Dobby said "Anything for young master!"
POP!
Draco sighed as he walked over to his desk, pulled out some parchment and started to write. He hoped that Hermione wasn't going to be too upset with him. Hell, who is he fooling?
POP!
Dobby wobbled and then put the other two trunks on the ground gently.
"Dobby found them, sir. They were about to put them in the lost and found," Dobby informed Draco.
"That would have been bad, but here is the letter. She might be at Hogwarts or at her parent's house. They…her parents I mean, do not accept her being a witch. So…you might want to look for Professor McGonagall since she took Hermione under her wing a bit," Draco said to Dobby.
"Of course, Sir. I will get to it!" Dobby said and was gone with another pop.
Draco walked over to his trunk, took out his wand and waved it. His clothes came floating up, he put them in the dresser; since they were just washed and dried before he left Hogwarts. Next were his school books; all 7 years worth of them. They floated to a shelf just for them.
He waited and waited for a few good hours, but when Dobby wasn't going to be returning back with a reply, Draco started to get worried.
An idea came to him suddenly. So sudden that his body was just reacting to this.
He scanned the mini personal library of his as he then pulled the book out of place and walked back over to his bed. It was titled: King of all Serpents.
Not knowing how this book came into his hands, Draco copied it all: word for word, into another blank book and wrapped it.
His owl, Adrian, flew into his room after Draco whistled for him.
"Take this to Hermione, Adrian. She will need it and hopefully I won't get a howler. If she tries to give you a red envelope, fly my friend, fly away from her," Draco told his owl.
Adrian stared at Draco with an above all knowing gaze and then hooted.
"Good luck," Draco said, releasing him back to the skies.
Draco soon started to pace around, his mind was right back to when his house was under Voldemort's control. He had to come up with something to survive this holiday break.
45 minutes passed by as Draco was still nowhere to solving this problem of his.
"WHoo," he heard behind him.
He turned and smiled as he walked over to Adrian, seeing no red howler.
"Thank you Adrian," he said, taking the replied letter.
Draco cut it open and looked into what Hermione had said.
"Draco,
For the love of Fawks! How could you do this to me! Leaving me here? Draco, do you have any idea of what you just put yourself in? I'm not trying to be rude, but having back up isn't always a bad thing to have.
If you could do this promise for me: Watch your back. Watch where you are. I know that you can watch what you say, but please Draco, I'm requesting this of you.
Now, onto this book that you just sent me…. Where did you get this? I don't think anyone has this kind of book, beside you of course, but still. And also, don't you think we're getting a little too far ahead of ourselves? School isn't over just yet,"
Draco stopped reading for a moment to collect himself.
He knew that being here was a mistake, but it also might hold some information that they couldn't get a hold of.
"Draco, if you ever have the need to get out of there…Here's a portkey. And yes, I know you can take care of yourself, but just have this necklace around your neck. It will bring me some peace of mind." He read and out slid a necklace.
Arching an eyebrow up at this, Draco saw that it was a Phoenix with its wings displayed and in the middle of it was a gem. His birthstone to be exact. Though there were many, Hermione picked out an Alexandrite, the color of it was a mixture of green with flecks of red.
Draco rolled his eyes, put the necklace around his neck and hid it from view. He went back to reading.
"It's only activated to your voice. Remember how I was bugging you so much that you snapped at me? That was the reason why.
Anyway, owl me back if you want to.
Hermione
PS: Why did your owl hover above me while I was writing this to you? What did you say it to, Draco?"
He sighed and started to write back to her:
"I did put the necklace on. Just where would it take me to? And what is the active word? I hope it's somewhere tropical. Also, look in your trunk. Your Christmas gifts from me are in there. Do not ask how I could have gotten into your dorm without the alarms going off. Although it was far too easy to do. Nice paw print on the back of your letter by the way,"
Draco smirked at this and then gave it back to his owl, muttering "Same as before Adrian. And if it's too late in the night …stay at Hogwarts or wherever she is at,"
His owl hooted and flew out the window.
Knowing how his family has worked with balls and such, he picked out some robes and hung them up in his wardrobe.
Draco waited for a long time but knew that he wasn't going to get a reply back from Hermione until tomorrow morning, so he walked out of his room and down to the dining room.
"There you are!" He heard his father growl out from the head of the long table.
The very same long table where Lord Voldemort had and would take his place again.
"Don't just stand there boy!" His father barked at him.
Draco ignored his father as he stared into space; his memories taking over him.
Suddenly his feet were taken out from under him.
"OOOF!" He grunted out, lying on the ground.
"Lucius!" Narcissa snarled at him, getting up and helping Draco slowly back to his feet.
"When I tell you, Draco, that you shouldn't stand there, you better listen to me, son," Lucius uttered over his cup of wine, already eating his dinner.
Draco kept to his mother's side and wanted to leave. How was he supposed to get through the holidays? Let alone a ball!?
Somewhere within him, Draco felt anger boiling up within him and sat down in his chair.
Lucius just kept on quietly eating his dinner; drinking from his wine glass every now and then. Like a snake coiled up, poised and ready to strike when it best suited him.
Seconds felt like eons as Draco ate in silence as Narcissa tried to have some normalcy for dinner. When his plate was finally emptied and his stomach full, Draco stood up and walked away from his parents.
"Draco," Lucius drawled after him.
Draco wanted to continue to walk; he wanted to not listen to whatever his father had to say. But he didn't, he stopped.
"If I ever see you romantically with that mudblood, understand that you will not be a part of this family," Lucius words rang loud.
"I will marry her, Father," Draco mumbled back and continued to walk away from him.
He didn't see the steel like expression settling upon his father's face. He didn't see the sheer utter surprise from his mother's face. But there was one thing that Draco knew of his path now: do everything in his power to keep Hermione safe.
Sure, Draco knew that Hermione could take care of herself. But he also knew that next year, next year was where she would be turned to a statue in a way. And after that, things would turn even darker.
Later on, Draco lay on his bed fast asleep. The person who quietly walked into his bedroom, peaked at the book that was lay discarded on the floor. Adrian flew out the window, not wanting to be around this person as an evil sly grin appeared on the face. Just as quietly as this person came into the bedroom, the person quietly left.
Draco rolled over, hugging his pillow to him.
Author's note:
Hello! Hello! Liked this story so far? Give it a follow! Is it your favorite? Why thank you, you are too kind. No, really, you are too kind for favoriting it. Want to tell me what you honestly think of it. I got my shields ready, so don't be afraid to give me a review!
At the beginning of this chapter, I put a massively big warning of abuse from a parent to a child. For chapters 12 and chapter 13, there will be more of it. What kind of gave me the idea was from the 2nd movie. The deleted scene where Lucius sells some things to Borgin and Burkes. Before they talk to the salesman, Draco touches something and Lucius smacks his cane to it telling Draco "What did I say to you?" of some sorts and Draco yanks his hand up to his chest saying "Not to touch anything".
I don't want to fully 100% put all of the abuse in one chapter. That's why there's a little here in this one. Threatening and such, but none of it is OK.
I'm not going to go on and on here just; this is what my ideas are. If you see any mistakes, I'll fix them later.
Alonia143.