The Silver Locket
Prologue
When Draco was born, his father had finally decided to join Voldemort, a decision that would change both his and his families life forever. When Draco was three he was put in the hands of his older sister, Myrren, until another Nanny could been found.
'Why me?' Myrren had asked, taking the little bundle her father had handed her wordlessly.
'Because my cellars are getting quite full, and if you'd betray me it would only cost me the wave of a wand.' her father had replied. Myrren glanced over his shoulder and into the eyes of Draco's old Nanny. Eyes shouldn't be allowed to hold so much fear.
She'd taken Draco and walked to her new quarters in the Malfoy mansion, an old, unused tower in which her father had used to watch the storm when he was younger. Myrren of course didn't know this, and even if she had she wouldn't have minded. She knew her father's change had only been in recent years.
The tower was not only the highest, but also the oldest part in the Mansion. Myrren didn't know this, but she acknowledged that the walls and tapestries weren't decorated with the usual 'M's and serpents. She also noticed that it had been made out of the white stone that shaped the cliff and the land around.
'Makes a change from that depressing black stone at the least,' she said brightly to herself. It wasn't much use.
She sat down next to the slumbering Draco and stroked his cheek. Very, very gently.
'Oh Draco,' she whispered, 'it's only you and me now for the next years, all alone in this tower. I'm scared, Draco, I think father plans something and I don't know what, but I know father. I wish…'
But she didn't say what she wished, but sighed and looked up at the window. Rain was streaming silently down the side, and outside were the blurred colors of blue and green. Quite without realizing it she felt for her silver locket that hung around her neck and held it tightly in her fist. Her thumb drifted over the little engraving on the side mirroring her chest. Calmness crept over Myrren once more as she held her locket and watched the rain fall.
The moment lasted, a little longer as such moments do. After a while Myrren's head fell on her arm and she closed her eyes, breathing gently.
Presently, the rain stopped.
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Authors note: Hopefully this story will be completed, I don't know yet. I'm right in the middle of planning another story, but, frankly, I've been through it forwards, backwards, hubwards and rimwards already and I can't seem to get any further. ::sighs:: Anyway, I sort of know the direction this is going, so hopefully it should work… =)
For Alsia/ Izzy, to her birthday and for liking Draco ages before I did. ^_^