Harry Potter and the Troublesome Evie
By Trephinia Cealyn
Chapter 13 | Big Fat Flashback
"You want to know Weasley? Do you really want to know?" Draco asked threateningly. Ron nodded. "Well then it's a long story, and rather bloody might I add." Draco stared at his arm. "Are you sure your up for it?" Ron nodded again.
"I don't remember my mother ever saying a kind word to me. I was always worthless. A runt as a child, I stayed small and skinny my whole life. I never lived up to their expectations. She couldn't kill me though, for she couldn't have any more children. I was the only child. I was their only hope, and I was worthless.
Then they found out that I loved a Weasley. Love wasn't forbidden, Weasley's were. When your dad got promoted they congratulated me. They figured I had seduced her knowing her father would get promoted. They never figured on a Malfoy really loving. That was out of the question. Malfoy's weren't brought up to love.
That happened last year, when I tried to explain to them that I loved Ginny not her dad's position in the Ministry they laughed at me. They told me not to lie and that I wasn't capable of loving. How wrong they were. Last year the only thing that left me any shred of sanity was Ginny. When I saw her my soul lit up and I forgot about my mother's insults. I forgot that I was a worthless son. All that mattered was her and keeping us together.
Then this Christmas my mother desired my presence at home. I knew though. I knew the real reason. It was time, my 16th birthday, time for the Dark Mark.
How I dreaded those words! I couldn't say no though. They'd kill me and I thought I could keep it from Ginny. The day neared closer and finally I left for home, left to get the Dark Mark.
I remember the day the day clearly. It's etched in my mind. I don't think I could ever forget it. It's so clear."
Draco's Flashback
"We're so glad you're home Draco." Mother supervised the unpacking of my bag.
"Hush mother I'm writing." After I said that I knew it was a mistake.
"Don't hush me." Mother shooed the servants out, that way they couldn't hear her insults. "You're lucky you're an only child boy. Or else you would have died ages ago." I flinched as she slammed the door. Sixteenth birthday. I'll be 16 tonight. I thought. It was cold in here, it always was. I pulled my cloak tighter around me.
"Sixteen, what a horrid number." I put down my quill and pulled on my silken pajamas. They were a birthday present from my aunt, and they didn't do much to keep me warm. I climbed into bed and pulled the covers over my head. "Sixteen… anything but sixteen."
"Wake up!" Narcissa yelled pulling the covers off my already chilly body. "It's almost 8:00, you've been sleeping since you got home!" She pulled on my arm, careful to dig her nails into my wrist opening up a few veins on the way. I almost cried out in pain, but if I had I would have gotten a worse punishment. "You lazy boy!" she dragged me from the room, even though I could walk for myself. "The ceremony takes place in 2 hours and you've got your lazy arse in bed!" she dragged me down to the washroom. I tried to keep up but she walked so bloody fast. "Go clean yourself up and be in the dungeons the next hour!" She tossed me my cloak. It was the only thing I'd need during the ceremony.
"Wonderful." I said to myself. I grabbed a package of smelling salts. I didn't even know what scent. And I didn't even care. It was a compulsion. I always used smelling salts and I always will. "Pure wonder." I stepped out of my traveling clothes and into the bath. Letting my body sink slowly into the water. The smelling salts stung my cuts and the water burned my bruises but the hot water and was calming.
"Are you ready yet boy?" Mother yelled through the door. I finished washing and pulled my soaking body out of the bath slowly. I pulled a comb through my hair and dried myself with a towel. I pulled on the pants and the cloak and walked down to the dungeon taking my time. "Finally." Mother said when I arrived. She pulled my hood up over my eyes, a tradition, and pushed me into The Room.
The Room shouldn't have even been considered a room, more like a big closet. The walls, once white, were now splattered with blood from past victims. This is where it'll happen, I thought. I stepped up to the one piece of furniture in the room.
"Is he ready?" a cold snake like voice asked Narcissa. I tried not to move but I couldn't help myself, Voldemort.
"Dracky!" I looked up, Evie… here? Oh no… please no. But there she was, running across the room towards me. Lucious stopped her before she reached me.
"Come back here Evelyn." Voldemort commanded calmly. "I brought you because you said you'd be quiet."
"Sorry Daddy." She skipped back over to Voldemort and pulled his robes around her. "Evie's hiding." She giggled and sat between his legs. "Can't find Evie."
"What- Evelyn – What are you doing?" Voldemort said tripping over her.
"Hiding Daddy!" she crawled after him. A few Death Eaters snickered. She pulled on his cloak.
"Evelyn unhand my cloak!" Voldemort yelled angrily and pulled the cloak from her. "You're so lucky you're not 16 child." Evie started to cry.
"Daddy doesn't like Evie!"
"I love you Evelyn." Voldemort said trying to console her.
"No!" she insisted. "NO, NO, NO!"
"Malfoy take care of this!" Voldemort commanded. Evie ran over to me and hid in my cloak. I pulled her onto her feet and pretended to dry her tears.
"Evie what are you doing her." I whispered.
"Evie came to watch Dracky!" Evie said whispering.
"Evie you don't want to see what they're going to do to me." I held onto her shoulders. I admit I was afraid, but I was more afraid for her.
"What are the Birdies going to do Dracky?" Evie looked at his death grip on her shoulders. "Dracky hurting Evie."
"They're going to give me the Dark Mark!"
Evie stared at me and finally said, "That's bad." She ran off over to Voldemort. I shook my head sadly not wanting her to witness this. Not wanting to do this. Not wanting this.
"Stop stalling." Voldemort waved his wand idly. "I've got other things to attend to."
I forced myself to nod. I walked over to the table and took a deep breath, Patience Malfoy. I picked up the dagger. The dagger was long with a green handle; it had a silver snake running up the side. Perfect for Slytherins, just perfect. I held it poised over my left arm, I took another deep breath and slowly I traced the Dark Mark pushing the dagger into my skin. The blood trickled onto a puddle into the floor. There's not time for protest. Not with Voldemort right there… he'll threaten someone I love, someone like Ginny. Clenching my teeth I set the dagger down. I picked up my wand and tried to remember the spell.
"Serpents and Snakes
Poison and wine
Wait for me to take
What is rightfully mine."
A green transparent ribbon pushed out of the wand slowly forming into a snake. It floated around my body and finally pushed itself into my skin, right above the Dark Mark. I clamped my mouth shut, I couldn't cry out… it was a sign of weakness. The snake moved slowly and then the tip of the tail disappeared. I watched as the snake's head reappeared for a moment and then disappeared in the skin. I set down the wand, my hand trembling, and I picked up the Potion. The potion was greasy looking. Like Snape, I thought and forced myself not to smile. I tipped the potion and it slid down my arm burning. It formed a puddle over the Dark Mark and sunk into my bloodstream. It bubbled underneath my skin for a moment and then it stopped. And all that was left was the Dark Mark.
End of Flashback