Chapter 4
Enjoy.
Draco Malfoy leaned back against the seat of the old muggle taxi and told the driver where to drop him.
"That'd be $5.70, son." The driver said bringing Draco back from his thoughts. The young man gave him the muggle money and hopped off of the muggle taxi.
Draco crossed the door of the invisible pub and looked around him; The people on the bar stopped their chatting to look at him as he made his way towards the main counter.
Tom's godson, Mike, had always been intimidated by a special kind of people, he had heard that the Malfoys were a dark family and had seen Draco around a few times, but he never imagined the kind of things Draco usually did when he was out of the sight of the Ministry.
When the tall man stepped in front of him, Mike felt shivers run down his spine, and wondered if the young Malfoy, really worked against the dark arts.
"I need a room." Draco said taking out a couple of galleons, "Just for the night."
Mike handed him a small silver key and Draco put his change back into his robes, "Have a nice stay, Mr. Malfoy." He murmured when Draco disappeared upstairs.
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Draco leaned back in his chair and tapped his long, slender fingers over the wooden desk in front of him. A tall blond-haired man sitting across from him looked at him though ice-cold deep blue eyes.
"So" he started in his usual whispering tone, "Another one's down, eh?"
Draco chuckled slightly, "It was about time, Whether the Dark Lord hadn't done it by now, I would have done it myself."
"Poor Crabbe; I heard he had a three year old" the man said, though there was no trace of pity in his voice.
Draco shrugged "Probably killed by now. Along with the mother I suppose"
"No more Crabbes to fuck up the world"
"We're here for that" Draco added earning a laugh from his companion who just lit a cigarette; it's dim fire the only thing lighting the room besides a couple of candles.
"You're really pure evil, Draco." The man said with a hint of pride in his voice. Draco snorted at that.
"What can I say? I am a Malfoy."
"I thought you would say that."
"You actually think? Honestly, Adrian. I really don't know how you managed to get through Hogwarts."
Adrian Pucey shrugged and blew a thin shred of smoke. "Ah, young Draco, there are plenty of things you don't know about me. While you spent your time tormenting people and fucking third years, I was mastering the dark arts, I just didn't care about any other subject."
"With teachers like those."
"Ah, yes. But I wouldn't let that old Werewolf keeping me from being ahead of the others. I liked to believe I was better than him." Adrian finished and flashed Draco an evil grin, rivaling his own.
"But you weren't." Draco challenged.
Adrian chew on his lower lip for a while before answering, "Maybe." He looked up at his old wall clock and rose to his feet "You better get going, Master doesn't like to be stood up." He thought for a moment before adding "Although I'd rather love to see you walking with a third leg."
Draco chuckled softly and rose to his feet as well, "Wouldn't give you the satisfaction." He grinned at the elder wizard, former seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team who had been removed from his place because of Draco himself. Ironically, Adrian was one of Voldemort's most faithful servants and had helped Draco grow stronger and more cold-hearted through the years. Draco paid him back a lot of respect.
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Hermione sighed. Her new life wasn't as exiting as she would have thought. She had been wandering around Diagon Alley finding nothing to do but bumping into a thousand of people and shooting them deadly glances before walking away, she had scared off several children. And even an old man that was very afraid of people and always ran away when someone looked at him in the eye.
She used to think that Diagon Alley was a lot of fun. No. she shook her head and shove her hands into her pockets. There was no remembering, she was what she had became, which if she stopped thinking was a complete nobody, and that only made her existence a lot more miserable. And when you think of it, being as miserable as she is now, that's a LOT of misery.
Hermione decided to turn her brain off a little when she stopped and looked what was ahead of her.
'I've been walking much longer than I thought' Hermione told herself as she stepped into the dark alley. Unlike Diagon Alley this one was a lot much deserted. Except for the few people who where wandering around but didn't seem to go somewhere.
As she kept walking, Hermione noticed that every store had dark arts stuff on the windowsills, bones, blood, foul creatures, deadly-looking books. 'This must be Knockturn Alley' Hermione thought amused, she had heard from it quite sometime ago from Har. someone had told her about it.
There was a pub by the end of the street, Hermione walked in and looked around. Pretty much a bunch of Dark Wizards peered at her from black cloaks across the place. There was a group of tiny-evil looking creatures by the stool, so she decided to just sit closely by the purple fire on the other side, where an old sad-looking witch wept over a bowl of what Hermione thought she saw were toes.
A very young wizard walked over her and made a strange sound before asking her what she wanted to drink.
"I.I'd like some pumpkin juice, please." She said rather unsure, his eyes pierced her like daggers, and then he seemed out of focus.
"We don't have that" he replied in an extremely grave voice.
"Oh, w-well, then, I'll have a glass of."
"Vodka?"
"Certainly"
The wizard walked away and Hermione suddenly wished to be back in her room at Diagon Alley. Pumpkin juice.what was she thinking? Tough girls didn't order pumpkin juice! That was something the old Hermione used to do. she cringed at the thought.
The wizard came back a while later and Hermione was shocked to see him smiling at her. "Here you go, have a nice day!" with that he turned around and his whole body shook violently. Hermione looked at him for a moment. Before he started walking again and then started yelling at the old, sad witch.
Hermione looked into the clear liquid on her crystal glass. She had never drunk alcohol before. But what the hell, there was always a first time for everything, she thought as she emptied the contents of the glass and swallowed it all down.
Shit! She thought dropping the empty glass on the table and grabbing her throat with both hands squeezing her eyes shut but feeling tears beginning to leak. That thing was really strong.
After a couple of more glasses (Six, or maybe even eight), Hermione thought that it wasn't that bad after all, her throat got used to the burning sensation and she felt.good. Now she understood why her father hadn't allowed her to have a sip of his cognac when she was little.
Now everything had become blurry, and she was suddenly very happy, and sad, and angry. She thought about staying a little while on the pub just so that the effects of the alcohol could pass a little before walking out and heading off to Diagon Alley it would be to dangerous to walk out at night. she could end up lost or even get transported to another part of the world by some kind of vortex.She was really drunk.
By the time she had decided to go back. She buried her hand into her pockets to search for some galleons and dropped them to the table before noticing another small bag in her pocket. She took it out and examined its contents.
Well, well, well! Floo powder. She looked at the fireplace beside her. It was her lucky day! (No wonder, she was still drunk).
With a final glance back to the small pub, Hermione took a bit from the contents of the bag and threw it to the small fire, she stepped into the flames and very drunkenly said 'Leaky Cauldron!' before she started spinning and everything became blurry again.
Just as the spinning slowed down a bit Hermione felt very sick and without further thoughts she vomited into some fireplace she passed by. 'Ew' she thought when she imagined the look on the people's faces when they'd see it.
When she thought she had reached her destination, Hermione threw out her arms and fell over a very small fireplace. She stumbled forward and hit her head on the cold stone floor.
A mayor headache attacked her as she brought her hand up to rub the sore spot on her head. Just as she opened her eyes, she noticed that she was in some kind of dungeon.
The thing was. the Leaky Cauldron didn't have dungeons.
*****
Enjoy.
Draco Malfoy leaned back against the seat of the old muggle taxi and told the driver where to drop him.
"That'd be $5.70, son." The driver said bringing Draco back from his thoughts. The young man gave him the muggle money and hopped off of the muggle taxi.
Draco crossed the door of the invisible pub and looked around him; The people on the bar stopped their chatting to look at him as he made his way towards the main counter.
Tom's godson, Mike, had always been intimidated by a special kind of people, he had heard that the Malfoys were a dark family and had seen Draco around a few times, but he never imagined the kind of things Draco usually did when he was out of the sight of the Ministry.
When the tall man stepped in front of him, Mike felt shivers run down his spine, and wondered if the young Malfoy, really worked against the dark arts.
"I need a room." Draco said taking out a couple of galleons, "Just for the night."
Mike handed him a small silver key and Draco put his change back into his robes, "Have a nice stay, Mr. Malfoy." He murmured when Draco disappeared upstairs.
******
Draco leaned back in his chair and tapped his long, slender fingers over the wooden desk in front of him. A tall blond-haired man sitting across from him looked at him though ice-cold deep blue eyes.
"So" he started in his usual whispering tone, "Another one's down, eh?"
Draco chuckled slightly, "It was about time, Whether the Dark Lord hadn't done it by now, I would have done it myself."
"Poor Crabbe; I heard he had a three year old" the man said, though there was no trace of pity in his voice.
Draco shrugged "Probably killed by now. Along with the mother I suppose"
"No more Crabbes to fuck up the world"
"We're here for that" Draco added earning a laugh from his companion who just lit a cigarette; it's dim fire the only thing lighting the room besides a couple of candles.
"You're really pure evil, Draco." The man said with a hint of pride in his voice. Draco snorted at that.
"What can I say? I am a Malfoy."
"I thought you would say that."
"You actually think? Honestly, Adrian. I really don't know how you managed to get through Hogwarts."
Adrian Pucey shrugged and blew a thin shred of smoke. "Ah, young Draco, there are plenty of things you don't know about me. While you spent your time tormenting people and fucking third years, I was mastering the dark arts, I just didn't care about any other subject."
"With teachers like those."
"Ah, yes. But I wouldn't let that old Werewolf keeping me from being ahead of the others. I liked to believe I was better than him." Adrian finished and flashed Draco an evil grin, rivaling his own.
"But you weren't." Draco challenged.
Adrian chew on his lower lip for a while before answering, "Maybe." He looked up at his old wall clock and rose to his feet "You better get going, Master doesn't like to be stood up." He thought for a moment before adding "Although I'd rather love to see you walking with a third leg."
Draco chuckled softly and rose to his feet as well, "Wouldn't give you the satisfaction." He grinned at the elder wizard, former seeker for the Slytherin Quidditch team who had been removed from his place because of Draco himself. Ironically, Adrian was one of Voldemort's most faithful servants and had helped Draco grow stronger and more cold-hearted through the years. Draco paid him back a lot of respect.
*****
Hermione sighed. Her new life wasn't as exiting as she would have thought. She had been wandering around Diagon Alley finding nothing to do but bumping into a thousand of people and shooting them deadly glances before walking away, she had scared off several children. And even an old man that was very afraid of people and always ran away when someone looked at him in the eye.
She used to think that Diagon Alley was a lot of fun. No. she shook her head and shove her hands into her pockets. There was no remembering, she was what she had became, which if she stopped thinking was a complete nobody, and that only made her existence a lot more miserable. And when you think of it, being as miserable as she is now, that's a LOT of misery.
Hermione decided to turn her brain off a little when she stopped and looked what was ahead of her.
'I've been walking much longer than I thought' Hermione told herself as she stepped into the dark alley. Unlike Diagon Alley this one was a lot much deserted. Except for the few people who where wandering around but didn't seem to go somewhere.
As she kept walking, Hermione noticed that every store had dark arts stuff on the windowsills, bones, blood, foul creatures, deadly-looking books. 'This must be Knockturn Alley' Hermione thought amused, she had heard from it quite sometime ago from Har. someone had told her about it.
There was a pub by the end of the street, Hermione walked in and looked around. Pretty much a bunch of Dark Wizards peered at her from black cloaks across the place. There was a group of tiny-evil looking creatures by the stool, so she decided to just sit closely by the purple fire on the other side, where an old sad-looking witch wept over a bowl of what Hermione thought she saw were toes.
A very young wizard walked over her and made a strange sound before asking her what she wanted to drink.
"I.I'd like some pumpkin juice, please." She said rather unsure, his eyes pierced her like daggers, and then he seemed out of focus.
"We don't have that" he replied in an extremely grave voice.
"Oh, w-well, then, I'll have a glass of."
"Vodka?"
"Certainly"
The wizard walked away and Hermione suddenly wished to be back in her room at Diagon Alley. Pumpkin juice.what was she thinking? Tough girls didn't order pumpkin juice! That was something the old Hermione used to do. she cringed at the thought.
The wizard came back a while later and Hermione was shocked to see him smiling at her. "Here you go, have a nice day!" with that he turned around and his whole body shook violently. Hermione looked at him for a moment. Before he started walking again and then started yelling at the old, sad witch.
Hermione looked into the clear liquid on her crystal glass. She had never drunk alcohol before. But what the hell, there was always a first time for everything, she thought as she emptied the contents of the glass and swallowed it all down.
Shit! She thought dropping the empty glass on the table and grabbing her throat with both hands squeezing her eyes shut but feeling tears beginning to leak. That thing was really strong.
After a couple of more glasses (Six, or maybe even eight), Hermione thought that it wasn't that bad after all, her throat got used to the burning sensation and she felt.good. Now she understood why her father hadn't allowed her to have a sip of his cognac when she was little.
Now everything had become blurry, and she was suddenly very happy, and sad, and angry. She thought about staying a little while on the pub just so that the effects of the alcohol could pass a little before walking out and heading off to Diagon Alley it would be to dangerous to walk out at night. she could end up lost or even get transported to another part of the world by some kind of vortex.She was really drunk.
By the time she had decided to go back. She buried her hand into her pockets to search for some galleons and dropped them to the table before noticing another small bag in her pocket. She took it out and examined its contents.
Well, well, well! Floo powder. She looked at the fireplace beside her. It was her lucky day! (No wonder, she was still drunk).
With a final glance back to the small pub, Hermione took a bit from the contents of the bag and threw it to the small fire, she stepped into the flames and very drunkenly said 'Leaky Cauldron!' before she started spinning and everything became blurry again.
Just as the spinning slowed down a bit Hermione felt very sick and without further thoughts she vomited into some fireplace she passed by. 'Ew' she thought when she imagined the look on the people's faces when they'd see it.
When she thought she had reached her destination, Hermione threw out her arms and fell over a very small fireplace. She stumbled forward and hit her head on the cold stone floor.
A mayor headache attacked her as she brought her hand up to rub the sore spot on her head. Just as she opened her eyes, she noticed that she was in some kind of dungeon.
The thing was. the Leaky Cauldron didn't have dungeons.
*****