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Rating: PG13 - R. For strong language and sexual content.
Author's Notes: Aite. This is a Harry Potter fanfic, so that means that I do not own Harry Potter or Harry Potter's universe. (Can ya tell I'm not very good at these?) Everything Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowing! I just wrote a fic. But the characters Christian Hawk and Raven Wintercraft belong to me, because I made them up! ^.~
If I get anything wrong in the 'timeline' of this fic, could you please tell me so I can fix it? Because I don't own any of the books. Thanks. ^-^
Also if this doesn't sound British enough that's because I'm American.
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Chapter Two - Christmas From Hell
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December 27th, 1991
This has been the worst holiday of my life. When the sign up sheet for who was staying at Hogwarts for christmas came to me, I passed. I thought spending the holidays at hoe would be much more pleasant that at the castle, how wrong I was.
Father had decided to pick me up. We traveled back home by floo-powder. Mother greeted us in the large stone fireplace in the dinning hall. I was sent to my room to 'unpack', although I didn't need to.
Later I was informed that the family was coming over to our mansion instead of Aunt Nasari and Uncle Charles'. I was also told that we would be going shopping the next day. How exciting. Not. The only time I like to go shopping is when Father takes me to Knockturn Alley. Diagon Alley is just to boring and normal. So, next day. Get up, get dressed, gel my hair, eat breakfast, use floo-powder and poof, Diagon Alley. We shopped nothing exciting enough to write about.
Christmas Eve. The family is all here, Uncle Charles, Aunt Nasari, Uncle Solador, Aunt Rose, Elizabeth, Gabrielle, Brittany, Lawrence, Draken and the rest. We ate dinner and opened one present, as it's family tradition to do so.
My cousins, Lawrence and Shane, and my brother, Draken, were all to stay in my room. In age order from oldest to youngest: Draken 21, Shane 17, Lawrence 14, and me, Draco 11. It was hell having to share a room.
After we had eaten and opened a gift, the four of us headed up the two flights of stairs to my room. Doby, the house-elf, had brought up three extra beds. But Draken had decided to sleep in his girlfriend Brittany's room. Now the thing about Shane and Lawrence is, they share a brain and they're practical jokers, just like Fred and George Weasley, only Shane and Lawrence aren't twins. They decided to have a little fun with me.
First they put a full-body-bind spell on me then they turned my hair PINK!!! The most putrid shade you've ever seen! Then they tossed me around the room with a spell that they had learned in Charms class at Durmstrang. One of the monsters threw me over the mantelpiece making me slam into the mirror that hung there! Needless to say I was cu and knocked out. Those frigit bitches didn't even get in trouble! Fuck them!
Draken changed my hair back to normal, but there's still a slight tint.
Christmas day went pretty well, but it was dinner that was terrifying.
Aunt Birtha had decided to make a supprise visit. She brought loads of presents like she always does. Well, there's a lot of things about Aunt Birtha that disturb me, her name, her weight (looks like she weighs 1,000 pounds!), the was she dresses, when she pinches my cheek and squeals, "Oh! Lookie at my Draco-pie! Lookie at how handsome he's gotten! Ahh-boo-boo-boo!!! Ahh-boo-boo-boo!!" But the thing that I dislike most about her is how she is always giving Father reasons to give up the Dark Arts! Hell! She's giving the whole family reasons! The Dark Arts run in our blood and history and I damn won't stop learning/using them!!!!
So, we were all sitting 'round the great dinning table. Father said Grace and we began to eat. Uncle Solador, being the git he is, was trying to talk Father into investing in one of his harebrain get rich quick scams. Mother and Aunt Nasari were fretting over who was wearing the better dress (Mother's was best, blood red silk with little glass drops at the hem and she was wearing her best set of pearls). And Aunt Birtha was drilling information about Potter from me. "What's he like?", "I seriously doubt that he's as handsome and popular as my Draco-pie!", and "What!? He got on the quidditch team and you didn't!? This is outrageous!!!" those were some of the things she said to me.
The rest of dinner went pretty well, but when dessert was served Aunt Birtha got on the subject of how cruel and gruesome the Dark Arts are. And once again she stormed out of the house with all of her luggage, after several pieces of the good china had been broken and food was plastered to the walls and faces.
Well, as you can see I had a wonderful christmas vacation! Ugh! I CAN'T WAIT TO BE BACK AT HOGWARTS!!!
- Draco
