Precious Memories Wasted
By Mrrrisa :)
A/N: hee hee… I spent all my spare time today coming up with more ideas for my little fan-fiction. Mind you it is still a little one, and coming from me, I'll probably baby the story for a month or two before dropping of he face of the earth. But let's hope that I'm being the melodramatic soul I know I am… So here's the third instillation of my story. I do hope you like it. It was the first time I've ever written a story by hand (I just typed it up at home), so I'm pretty unsure. Please r/r.
Thank you to the gracious souls who did review so far: Tessie, Portia, Laura AKA Malfoy, Just Silver, and Tic Tac. :)
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The ride to Platform 9 and 3/4 was insufferably long for the family. For once in his lifetime, Draco had not been yelled at as he found the scolding did take up more time in his abysmal life. Lucius was in fact contemplating his son as they traveled. He had found comfort in his son's new found façade, and the change almost worried Lucius. Lucius had only discovered this new aura this morning when he viewed the cold slap of Draco's hand across the fresh cheek of a young servant girl. He could feel the hatred burn like ice onto the skin of his employee. *Perhaps my son has decided to shape up before embarrassing the family at his school*
Narcissa too had witnessed the icy beating. Her built-up foundation crumpled upon seeing the cruel nature of her son. She feared that he would turn into her husband. She spent the ride to the platform staring at her ice statue of a son, a fiery glare in her eyes. The glare was fueled out of fear for Draco and hate for Lucius.
By the time arrival to the station came, Draco had almost wiped all memories of the gleaming boy with the haunting emerald eyes. He stormed onto the train hastily without even a good bye to his parents. He had shoved his bags into the arms of a small weak boy, who turned frighteningly pale upon the sight of the eagle owl, which continued to screech loudly as if in pain. On the train, Draco met with his childhood "companions" Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. The two had been the sons of his father's followers. They hang around Draco out of pity and loyalties. Personally Crabbe and Goyle preferred the company of each other however Draco had always been the intelligent one, and therefore they found him necessary for their malicious plans.
"Drayyy-co! Deed ya' hea'? That Poiter kid is commin' to Hogwoits with us. And he's on da' express now," Goyle yelled into Draco's ear, as if the blond haired boy was deaf.
"I say we go visit the little success story and teach the rule-defeating kid what he messed with…" Crabbe cackled, rubbing his knuckles along the insides of his palm.
"I'm not handicapped dearest Goyle. Even I can hear your pathetic English and comprehend. I suppose living in the British slums over the past summers has affected you speech, " Draco commented coolly at the now jittering goon. "And Crabbe, we do NOT want the Potter child against us. He is a powerful tool and we must hope that he'll come easily to our side, " Draco smiled wickedly and pondered his possibilities. His so called friends looked puzzled at the young man, now appropriately titled Malfoy.
The three trotted onward to the compartment where "Harry Potter" was suppose to be making his appearance. Draco entered first. He saw a bushy chestnut mass of hair peer out from a book. The girl attached to the massive hair-ball was too caught up in her book to be recognizable to Draco. Across the cabin was a fiery red-haired boy. He was scrawny and patched with freckles. Crabbe and Goyle immediately recognized him as a Weasley and prodded at the second hand robes he wore. Draco gave a quick snort before continuing his search for the miracle child. His gaze followed the noise and mass of candy wrappers from the Weasley boy to another unidentified figure. His back was turned to Draco but the untidy black hair made the boy seem so very recognizable. The unkempt boy turned to meet Draco's stare. His gleaming green eyes smiled up into Draco's, their glances meeting.
"Harry Poiter!!" Goyle bellowed, awakening Draco from his dream-like state. Draco checked his surrounding quickly. The bushy-haired girl, the freckled Weasley, and his emerald stranger. The looked deep at the recognizable gift. As he stares, his eyes glanced upon the deep scare of a lightning blot, impressed onto his forehead. So it was true. He was in fact "The Boy Who Lived". He was Harry Potter. But to Draco, he was simple the warm stranger and the only ray of sunshine in the miserable years of his life.
Crabbe's crude remarks snapped Draco once more, and the façade of Draco quickly built itself back up, over the small tear that has just been created. Harsh words were exchanged. The Weasley boy had reached Harry first and wouldn't budge. Draco scowled, angry at the Weasley kid for disappointed that he had lost his emerald link. The older Weasley twins bustled the three future Slytherins from the door. Draco whimpered underneath his threats. He had succumbed to his father's ranks. Hey had yelled at the kind, unsuspecting child.
Harry looked out puzzled upon their departing guests. Ever since he became a wizard, the communities eyes darted directly to his forehead before introducing themselves even. The cold boy from the store, Draco Malfoy (As Ron later informed him), checked first at his eyes, glaring deeper into them from his own gray cesspools. The stare had been a cold one, almost as if Draco was drowning in the topaz sea in Harry's eyes, grasping for any source of kindness, care, or warmth.
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A/N: Alright, it gets kinda sappy with all the emerald boy stuff but I like the fact that Draco was infatuated with his eyes and not the scar (I personally am much more of a feet person lol :). Soo tell me what'cha think. I love your feedback so much.
Lotsa Luv,
Mrrrisa :)
P.S. All recognizable characters copyright of J. K. Rowling and do not belong to me. This current plot does however. Please treat it with respect.