Chapter Four
Malfoy Family Tree
A/N: Whoa, it has been such a long time since I added a new part to the story. Please forgive me, I've had a very hectic summer and beginning of school year. I'm going to get back into the habit of writing a lot, but I have A LOT of homework. Anyway, check out this new chapter and tell me what you think.
Alexia through her remembrall clear across the room and it hit the wall, breaking into a thousand pieces. A screech also issued from her, as she flung her door open, finding Draco looking calmly in at her.
"I can tell you've had your tantrum, are you happy now?" He said in his normal drawl.
"Yeah, I'm just one steaming pile of sun shine aren't it?" She sneered.
He rolled his eyes and pushed past her, and heading over to her bed. He sat down and began examining his nails.
"God, you're such a girl. Even I don't do that." Alexia spat at Draco, as she shut the door and sat down next to him.
"Excuse me if I happen to have good hygiene. Unlike you, did you paint dirt on your nails?" He said bitterly.
"You'd think we hate each other the way we talk." She said smiling at the ceiling.
"We do, don't we?" Draco asked quietly.
Alexia shifted, as if thinking it over.
"Well, I mean we don't get along, but we don't hate each other the way you hate that poor boy Harry Potter." She said standing up, and heading over to her trunk again.
A low growl escaped Draco's pale lips. He flung himself backwards on her bed so he was looking at the canopy.
"I rest my case." She laughed quietly.
"It's not so much that I hate what he stands for, I just hate the fact in every class other then potions he's the little golden boy. All the girls still whisper as he passes, even ones of higher years, I mean get over it! He's been at school for four years!" Draco shouted.
"Chill, and what's this about you not hating what he stands for, I thought you were all dark magic. Didn't want to associate with us muggle lovers." She said with a fake sweet smile.
"Well, I'm talking to you aren't I? I don't know, sometimes I question all the things my father and mother are after. Even Slytherin, my true home doesn't seem really right. All their parents are supports of Voldemort. I'm not saying I'm not, but if what he's doing is right then why do so many people have to die?" Draco said in a slightly warmer voice.
"Deep man," Alexia said sarcastically.
"but I mean come on, you thinking of switch to the side of light? You sound like you've switched souls or something." She said beginning to pick books up again.
"Things can happen over a summer…" Draco said simply, but there was a sort of dead look in his eyes.
"Well, good luck try…" Alexia was interrupted by a shout from downstairs.
"Draco!" His father yelled.
"Coming father!" He yelled back.
He stood up and touched Alexia lightly on the head as he passed.
"Take it easy dude." She said barely looking up.
Draco exited her room, deep in thought. He found it amazing that after she had grown up in a family so strongly devoted to Voldemort, she still seemed clean of it all.
His father was waiting at the bottom of the steps, he greeted Draco with a cold stare.
"We have business in the morning, let's go." Lucius Malfoy said coldly.
Draco nodded and quietly said his farewells to his aunt and uncle. They exited the house were their two brooms were leaning against the wall. They mounted the brooms and took off. For Draco it seemed like they were on their brooms no time at all when they dipped down onto the Malfoy estate.
They stored their brooms in the broom shed, and entered the house. Without a word Lucius entered his study and closed the door firmly. His mother must have gone to bed early.
He sighed and climbed the stairs to his bedroom, and entered the room. He quickly changed into his sleeping close and opened his window to let the cool summer night air in. He could feel himself falling asleep as he got under the covers. Within moments he had dropped into a sea of dreams.
Draco could hear his father's excited voice coming from downstairs.
"I caught one! I finally caught one!" Lucius was yelling from downstairs.
Draco rolled his eyes, he was sure his father had been out illegally Snidget hunting, and it had finally paid off.
His father burst into Draco's room, smiling coldly.
"I have something I need to show you. I think you're finally old enough to take care of it on your own. Bring your wand."
Draco was puzzled, but stood up from his bed and picked up his wand from the bed stand, and followed his father down the stairs, and out into the yard.
The Malfoy estate was very large and contained a small forest which hid them from a near muggle town. The forest was small, but was easy to get lost in if you didn't know where you were going. Draco of course knew every inch of it backwards and forewards.
As they tromped across the grounds he realized that the forest had to be where they were going, which convinced him even more that a poor snidget was soon to be killed by a blast from his fathers wand.
They entered the forest. His father had still not said a thing, but he was taking long smooth strides over the underbrush. His father having grown up on this estate as well, knew the woods better then Draco, which he found hard to believe.
From what Draco could gather they were heading in the general direction of the muggle town, but it seemed a recent storm had downed many trees, which made it hard to recognize land marks.
Suddenly his father halted. About 20 feet in front of them he could see a force field trap had been activated, but he couldn't tell what was in it. The silverish glint was in a tube like shape leading from the ground into the canopy of trees.
Draco felt a cold hand clamp over his heart as he saw what was contained inside the force field. Laying in the center a red wind breaker was visible, and a tuft of brown hair could been seen as well.
As his father and he began approaching again he could see that it was a girl of about 9 laying flat on her stomach in the underbrush. She appeared to be asleep.
His father whispered a few words that Draco couldn't make out, but he knew it was the force field password. It vanished instantly.
Lucius walked forward, so he was practically over the girl. Out of no where his boot kicked out at the girl. This kick to the side woke the girl with a screech, which was quickly silenced by a muting spell, which had been cast to Draco's surprise himself.
"Good boy, looks like all that training is starting to pay off." Lucius said coldly.
The girl was looking up her mouth dangling open, as if perplexed as to why she could make no noise.
Lucius gestured for Draco to step forward, slowly he walked up next to his father. He had totally forgotten of the wand in his right hand.
"I guess we'll have to cast a memory spell on her." Draco said, looking concerned as to what his father's kick might have done.
"Don't be stupid. I know you already know how to cast memory spells. I'm out here to teach a different skill." She said with a smile.
Lucius lightly steered Draco wand to a position they left it a few inches away from the girls forehead. She seemed mesmerized, which old Draco she was under a stunning spell as well.
"Come on, you know what I want you to do, and I'm making it to easy for you. Hurry up will you, you're mother baked my favorite crumpets." Lucius said as if he were talking about de-gnomeing a backyard.
Draco was shocked, and he let his eyes enter into the girls, they were a bright green to Draco's disgust, almost the exact same as Harry Potter's. The rat bastard that cheated him out of everything he ever wanted. If Harry Potter had just died his parents wouldn't always be obsessed with bring Voldemort back to power, he could have had a real family. His anger level was rising, more thoughts of every cross Harry had every made on him raged through his mind. It was several seconds before he realized the girl was no longer looking at him, she was sprawled out in the leaves, her eyes staring blanking at nothing. He felt the warmth in his wand, a few glints of green light wafting through the eye. His father's proud smile.
He suddenly felt his father's hand land on his shoulder.
"The first is always the hardest, but you'll get used to it." He said with a great deal of pride in his voice.
Draco woke up in a cold sweat, the details of the dream slipping away. He glanced at his side table where his wand was laying innocently. Yet he remember all to well the horror it had carried out that day, and he knew it would haunt him for the rest of his life.
A/N: I just wanted to thank all of you who have reviewed me, and please let me know what you think of the new chapter. Anyway have a great day!
~Christa
