It was dark outside. He could hear the wind whistling through the house, and the creak of the floorboards made him want to hide under his blankets, or go sit beside the warmth of the fireplace.
Draco shivered. It was too cold.
"Dobby," he whispered, shuddering as he felt and heard the familiar snap of magic.
"Yes, little master?" Dobby, his dark eyes bright despite the lack of light in the room, stood before him.
"C-can…" Draco swallowed. Malfoys didn't stutter. "Can you take me away?"
Dobby tilted his head, confusion evident.
"Away… from here?" the five year old waited, barely breathing as Dobby processed his request.
"Master will not like it," Dobby said, his voice low. He looked frightened, and then his head bowed.
Draco clutched his blanket tighter to himself, and frowned. He tried to imitate his father when he was upset. (His father was upset a lot. Too often.)
"Please, Dobby?"
Draco immediately stiffened. The tremor in his voice couldn't be there. It shouldn't be there. (Father said it shouldn't.)
But… he longed to leave. The house was suffocating, the too large rooms feeling small despite the emptiness that was within. He needed to be outside, away from his pacing father. Away.
Dobby glanced up, uncertainty shining in his gaze. But…
The house elf nodded. And there was something else in his gaze now.
It looked an awful lot like…
Defiance.
Dobby stepped towards the door, and the five year old followed him slowly.
It was even colder in the hallway. He could hear the rattling of shutters near the end of the house, and Dobby was faster then he was.
Draco stifled down a yawn. The blanket he held tightly to himself was the one his mother had given him a while ago. He didn't quite remember when, but he could hear his mother saying something softly.
Hold tight when you're scared, and remember the light. The darkness may spread, but soon ends the night.
He remembered not quite knowing what she meant, but the poem had stuck in his head.
Despite being five, Draco was considered intelligent. He simply… understood things. Better than most kids his age, apparently.
That had made Father very proud of him, and although brief, him being proud caused a nice fizzly feeling to spread over him.
It was only temporary.
"Young master," Dobby hissed. Draco's head snapped up, and he stiffened.
He could hear Father's voice. And… was that Mother?
In front of him, Dobby gulped. Then, extended his hand to Draco.
Draco paused, and looked up at Dobby. The house-elf didn't seem to be joking around... His eyes were serious, not timid as they usually were.
"Take Dobby's hand, young master. Mistress wanted you to leave."
Mother. Draco blinked again, then, trembling ever so slightly, placed his small hand in Dobby's.
The pair vanished, with nothing but a small scrap of fabric to ever tell they had been there.
Author's note: Canon Draco is salty confirmed. My Draco is a child,, confirmed. Fanon Draco: …
Yeah. We don't talk about him.
Anyways, blah blah blah, I'm planning on him being found by my oc family because yeah xD
I said so.
Also, these are oneshots. This is not a chapter by chapter book with a solid plot just yet. it just is. So be forewarned, and have fun!