Dragons and Daemons
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Draco stared around the room and his gaze rested upon a picture of his mother and father. Only his father had
no features on the picture on account of Draco cutting them out with a penknife and the picture didn't move in
the traditional wizarding fashion as Draco had put a freezing charm on it.
Draco let out a cry of pent up pain and rage and shot a flash of red light from his wand. The photo and frame
shattered in a burst of glass. But Draco didn't feel any of his pain or anger was gone. He threw his wand away
from him and strode over to the bed. He ripped off the sheets and threw them to the floor. The pillows soon
followed after he ripped them open, showering feathers everywhere. He spun round and swept objects on top of
the bedside table to the floor, including the lamp which smashed into hundreds of pieces. Draco turned and
grabbed the side of the wardrobe, pulling it down and bringing it crashing to the floor. He let out another cry of
rage, hot tears coursing down his cheeks, and upturned his drawers, the contents spreading over the floor. He
threw all the objects on the top shelf on the wall next to the bookshelf off onto the floor. He grabbed the books
and tore random pages out before throwing the whole lot at the window. He spun round and kicked the small
table next to him, upturning it.
Suddenly, Draco stopped and looked down at the table with it's contents strewn on the floor or crushed under it.
His expression turned from anger to horror and he dropped to his knees by the table, digging furiously through
the mess trying to find something. He found what he was looking for under the table and picked it up, gazing at it
through tearful eyes.
"No..." He moaned, "No..."
He clutched whatever he was holding to his chest and began to rock backwards and forwards sobbing. He
rested his head on his knees and wished he could change what had happened.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter or Draco (aw... life just ain't fair) but I do own the plot...
Okay, so there isn't a lot of plot so far, but there will be. I promise!
Author's Note: This is just a little taster of all the wonderful things to come. The next chapters will be much longer.
Think of this more as a prologue.... Review and tell me what you think of it so far!
p.s. Hey to all my lovely mates (aw, aren't I sweet? no? damn you...). Love y'all!
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Draco stared around the room and his gaze rested upon a picture of his mother and father. Only his father had
no features on the picture on account of Draco cutting them out with a penknife and the picture didn't move in
the traditional wizarding fashion as Draco had put a freezing charm on it.
Draco let out a cry of pent up pain and rage and shot a flash of red light from his wand. The photo and frame
shattered in a burst of glass. But Draco didn't feel any of his pain or anger was gone. He threw his wand away
from him and strode over to the bed. He ripped off the sheets and threw them to the floor. The pillows soon
followed after he ripped them open, showering feathers everywhere. He spun round and swept objects on top of
the bedside table to the floor, including the lamp which smashed into hundreds of pieces. Draco turned and
grabbed the side of the wardrobe, pulling it down and bringing it crashing to the floor. He let out another cry of
rage, hot tears coursing down his cheeks, and upturned his drawers, the contents spreading over the floor. He
threw all the objects on the top shelf on the wall next to the bookshelf off onto the floor. He grabbed the books
and tore random pages out before throwing the whole lot at the window. He spun round and kicked the small
table next to him, upturning it.
Suddenly, Draco stopped and looked down at the table with it's contents strewn on the floor or crushed under it.
His expression turned from anger to horror and he dropped to his knees by the table, digging furiously through
the mess trying to find something. He found what he was looking for under the table and picked it up, gazing at it
through tearful eyes.
"No..." He moaned, "No..."
He clutched whatever he was holding to his chest and began to rock backwards and forwards sobbing. He
rested his head on his knees and wished he could change what had happened.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter or Draco (aw... life just ain't fair) but I do own the plot...
Okay, so there isn't a lot of plot so far, but there will be. I promise!
Author's Note: This is just a little taster of all the wonderful things to come. The next chapters will be much longer.
Think of this more as a prologue.... Review and tell me what you think of it so far!
p.s. Hey to all my lovely mates (aw, aren't I sweet? no? damn you...). Love y'all!