Harry Potter and the Death Eaters Son

By Trephinia Cealyn

Chapter 1 | Reminiscing

          Draco sat in the leather chair that was pulled up to the heavy oaken desk reading a thick book. The pages were stained with Dragon Blood and only one fluent in Dragon's Tongue, as Draco had started to call it, could read the book. Draco turned the page and picked up his quill, he dipped it in the inkwell and scribbled frantically on the parchment. Finishing his sentence he checked his watch. Sighing, he set down the quill and closed the book. He exited the library and went to his quarters.

          It was summer holiday and Draco had returned to his mansion. It seemed happier now that the Dark Arts things were removed and his mother was gone to. He walked through the halls and stopped at one of the doors. He pushed it open slowly and pulled of his clothes. He stepped into the already drawn bath and sunk into the warm waters. He lay there quietly contemplating all that had happened. He slowly washed himself. Even though the scars had healed and washing didn't hurt anymore. He had gotten used to washing slowly from all those years of getting beaten and you never missed a speck of dirt that way.

          He stepped out of the bath and pulled on clean clothes. Dragon hide pants, black shirt, black robe with silver fastenings and a silver-gray cloak. He grabbed his wand and his bag that had been packed the night before. He blew out all of the candles and shut all the doors. He closed the door to the house behind him locking it. He ran through the rain. His father had once told him that if you ran through the rain it wouldn't get you. It had worked for 16 years of his life so it should work now.

          The Knight Bus waited just outside the gates. Draco slipped through the bars and the bus door opened. The driver took his bag and Draco slipped him driver a few galleons and climbed up the stairs. He picked one of the far  beds and laid down. He wasn't going to sleep but he might as well get comfortable. The driver came up a few hours later and told Draco that they were nearing the pub. Draco nodded and grabbed his bag. The bus stopped and Draco got off standing in front of a shabby third rate bar.

Draco pushed open the door to the bar and took a step in. The air raped his nose and the floor mauled his shoes. He took a few more hesitant steps into the bar trying not to cough, it wouldn't be polite. Draco sat at the counter next to a skinny man with matted greasy hair that hung in clumps around his face. Setting his bag in his lap Draco pulled out a galleon or two.

"Hullo thar." The greasy haired man said. "What's a nice fella like ya doing in a place like this?"

"I'm staying in town." Draco said timidly, he didn't trust this man. "I'm getting on the train in the morning."

"Yer a Malfoy aren't ye?" the stranger asked pointing to Draco's silvery hair. He laughed harshly. "Lucious' boy erm Draco?" Draco nodded. "Meh name's Pilf. Let me buy ye a drink Draco." The man plopped a few sickles on the counter. "A Beer and a – what'll ye have Draco."

"Pumpkin juice." Draco said quietly. He felt his eyes well up, Lucious' boy… Draco pushed the thoughts away. "Thanks Pilf." Draco said picking up the drink. The liquid was brown not the normal pumpkin color of orange. Draco took a tiny sip and forced it down his throat. He smiled. Draco finished the pumpkin juice politely.

"Well I'll be a going young Malfoy." Pilf said jumping off the bar stool. He walked out the door. Draco decided that he'd better find a place to stay. The barkeeper showed Draco to one of the backrooms.

          "You can stay here." He said gruffly. Draco paid him and laid down on the bed he pulled off his shoes and his cloak and robes. His dragon hide pants came off and he slept in his boxers. Draco couldn't sleep. He fiddled with the ring on his finger and thought about Ginny. Beautiful Ginny. The Ginny he was going to visit tomorrow, to make plans for the Wedding that wouldn't happen for two to three years. Draco sighed and rolled over pulling the blanket closer around him. He finally fell asleep.

          "Thanks for the room." Draco said as he left clutching his bags.

          "Yer Welcome." The bartender yelled. Draco asked for directions to the Train Yard and walked quickly towards it.

          "Where ya going youngster?" Draco cringed at the name.

          "The Burrow." He replied. Then laughed foolishly. The train wouldn't take him there.

          "To the Minister of Magic's house? What's your name?" the man dropped his accent and peered at Draco.

          "Draco Malfoy." Draco straightened his back and sneered.

          "Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy, yes, yes! Right away!" The man escorted Draco to the train. "Sit here Mr. Malfoy, prime seat. The train will take you their momentarily." He left cursing under his breath. Draco smiled.

          "Malfoy…" Draco looked around for the voice. A boy about his age with dark brown hair, "Draco Malfoy."

          "Landrak Black!" Draco said excitedly. "What're you doing here?" Draco sat next to the boy.

          "Draco Malfoy." The boy laughed. "Just like old times!" he clapped Draco on his back. "I'm going to Hogwarts." The boy said his smile lessening a bit. "Mother was killed." He hung his head. Draco was speechless. "She wasn't… bad…" Draco nodded although he thought the boy was delirious. Cecilia Black not bad? It was just impossible. "She wrote this for me before she died." He handed Draco a tear stained piece of parchment. Draco unfolded it and started to read.

Dear Landrak,

          You probably think that it's a good thing I'm dead. I wouldn't blame you. The way a treated you, the way I forced you into the Dark Arts. I was afraid for your life and mine. That's why I joined in the first place…

Flashback

        The wind cold, and he feet numb. She walked down the street holding the baby close to her chest. Trying to keep the child warm.

        A light in the distance, she stumbled up to the house and rang the bell madly. A pale thin man opened the door.

        "Cecilia Black." He said coldly. The woman slumped and he caught her. "Narcissa prepare a room. We have company."

End Flashback

          My baby was close to death, they were the only ones I could turn to. With your father dead, or worse still alive, there was nothing I could do. They already had me. They knew I was powerful and the baby would bring them more followers.

          There's nothing I can do to change your view of me, for if you get this letter I'm already dead. Please Landrak… please, I'm sorry.

Love,

Your Mother.

          "I never, my father, he didn't." Draco cursed slightly. "And I considered him an almost okay person."

          "Don't worry about it. At least I know." Landrak said taking the letter back.

          "He's dead, they're both dead." Draco said calmly. The train started. "Why are you going to Hogwarts? I thought you went to Durmstrange's."

          "They thought it was best." Landrak replied smiling. "I always wanted to attend Hogwarts, they're making special circumstances, and in fact several people are transferring to Hogwarts. They think it's safer." Draco nodded thinking about Ginny. "Why are you going to the Minister of Magic's house?" Draco smiled.

          "I'm going to see Ginny." Landrak looked confused. "My fiancé, she's the Minister's daughter."

          "Oh." Landrak said unsure of what just happened. "I have to stay there until they find other arrangements, all the Wizard hotels are filled."

          "Really? That'll be great, I don't think Ron could handle two 'Dark Wizards'" Draco laughed. Landrak gave him a sideways look and shrugged. They talked about the old days when they played tricks on Pansy at the annual Death Eater's meetings and soon they were back to being friends. The train slowed and Draco stood up excited. This proved to be an interesting summer…