Draco skipped supper and stayed in the Slytherin Common Room.
Thinking about what Professor Darnell had said, he got out the letter he
had written to Taryn earlier. "What am I doing? I can't believe a loony
teacher like her. That teacher's messing with my head, I just know she is,"
he said to himself. Draco shrugged while wadding up the paper and throwing
it into the fire. He got out another piece of clean parchment paper and a
quill and began writing:
Taryn,
Right now I'm very confused about everything. Yes, I would like to meet you sometime. Perhaps next Friday? We'll see. I'm not really sure about meeting you, but "a friend" suggested it. She told me to tell you good luck with the baby. Please write back VERY soon.
1 Draco Malfoy
As soon as he got finished writing the letter, he sent the letter with the fastest owl the school owned. "I hope she writes back," he muttered to himself. "I don't feel well anyway, I should go to bed." Draco walked up to his dormitory and laid awake in bed. Crabbe and Goyle walked in later that night and saw Draco lying there motionless, as if he were dead. His face was a bluish color and his eyes so pale that they were sickeningly white.
"Draco? Are you alright, Draco?" Goyle nudged him. Upon getting no reply he started to panic, "Stop fooling around Draco! Draco! Wake up!" there was real terror in his voice.
"Yeah, man, come on. Stop messing around. It's creeping me out." Crabbe began to tremble.
Draco suddenly sat up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily as if awoken from a scary dream. "Get out!" he ordered to Crabbe and Goyle.
"But…But…But Draco! We want to know what's going on, and we want to know now." Goyle demanded of him.
"My father is the fucking devil," Draco panted, still breathing heavily. "I can never go back to him. He'll kill me if I go back home."
"Draco…What are you talking about?" Goyle raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
"I can't believe this. This can't be happening. That kid…That kid will be the…the fucking Anti-Christ!" he said to himself, ignoring that Crabbe and Goyle were still in the room.
"Draco, you're kinda freaking us out. What are you talking about? What kid?" asked an even more confused Goyle.
"I need help! I must me going mad!" Draco stormed out of the dormitory.
"I'll sure say so." Crabbe said, making Goyle chuckle.
Draco started heading for the Hospital Wing but thought *Wait a second! Madam Pomfrey will just think I'm a nut if I go to her. What will Snape think of me? He'll just think I'm turning into Potter. I can't go to Dumbledore. Who does that leave?* He knew exactly whom he must see. He turned around and ran for the DADA classroom. "Professor Darnell?" he asked at the door of the classroom.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy? How may I help you?" she said not even glancing up at the door.
"I need some help with, er, something," he was just like a porcelain doll, pale skin, glass eyes, perfect hair, skin, clothes, everything was perfect.
"Flatter me, Mr. Malfoy." She said.
"I don't know exactly. You see, well, it's all so hard to explain. You'll probably just think I'm a loony nutter after all of this," he said, and upon looking at her face he continued, "Well I had this, er, vision. It might have been a dream, I couldn't tell. It started in my child hood, seeing my father, well let's just put it this way: I saw very many painful childhood memories. Then I saw something very, um, disturbing about my father. Whether it be true or not, I have no idea. The kid, I don't know what's wrong with it, but I can tell that ain't gonna be a very good kid. Someone has to get rid of it. That kid will be the reason for every last person on earth's painful, agonizing, scrutinizing, horrifying death."
"Hmm, I see. Can you tell me more about what you saw in this 'vision'? Perhaps more about your father, and this 'kid'." Professor Darnell said.
"My father, he…he's the devil! I swear it. And that kid, that kid is going to be the fucking Anti-Christ, the downfall of the world, the end of the world will be this kid's fault." Draco said, shaking violently.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down Mr. Malfoy. I would prefer you to not use such obscure language, but if you must, then please continue," she said.
"I'm telling you the truth. My father came straight from the fiery depths of Hell, Gundahad, whatever the fuck you want to call it. He's worse than pure evil, even worse than Voldermort. And that kid is going to be even worse than the both of them paired up. He'll end up betraying us all." Draco shouted.
"I can't quite tell you what I think of this Mr. Malfoy. Not just yet. I have to find out more about your vision, don't worry though, I won't make you tell me anymore than you are willing. The only advice I can give you is to make sure that whatever you do, go see Miss Potter. Do not, by all means, tell her a word of your vision. Try getting some rest, and if you need anymore help, don't hesitate to come see me." She smiled.
"Ok, Professor." He began to leave the room but turned, "Professor, I have one more question."
"Go ahead." She nodded.
"Well, I know this is kinda stupid, but do you think I'm going mad?" he asked.
"No, of coarse not, Mr. Malfoy. I couldn't possibly tell you how I know that you're not, but let's just say I know these things." She smiled at him.
"Thank you Professor." Draco said before running back to the Common Room. That night he didn't get any sleep. He sat in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about his vision.
"Draco, will you please tell us what's going on?" Goyle asked.
"No one wants to see what I saw. I would rather die, than have seen that." Draco muttered.
"See what?" Crabbe asked.
"I saw all too much. Listen, Crabbe, Goyle, I'm ready to tell you guys the secret I've been keeping from you," they nodded, so Draco continued, "My father, he's going to father another child."
"What's so bad about that? How come Narcissa didn't tell our parents?" Goyle asked.
"Because she found out the night before I came to Hogwarts. Don't you get it? It's not her kid. She's not having the baby." Draco threw his hands in the air.
"Well whose is it then?" Goyle inquired.
"It's a Potter." Draco replied.
"A Potter? It's impossible." Crabbe yelled out.
"Oh, it's quite possible, believe me. If you only knew. Potter's got a sister, she's 18. She's the one that's going to bear my father's child. That child will be the end of us all. That's what I saw. I saw every last bit of it. And I saw just how evil my father is. He's more than just a cold- hearted death eater, he's monstrous. He's Satin, the devil. I don't care what you call him he's it. I always wondered why he would beat me for no good reason. Why he would be savage enough to beat a woman, my own mother. And I failed to mention it to you how a couple years ago, my mother was pregnant. It was to be a girl, but my father would not allow any girl to be part of his flesh and blood, so he beat my mother so many times until she was barely alive herself. I felt like coming after him with a knife after that, but I knew he would kill me first. Sometimes he would give my mother and I such bad thrashings that I would bleed for days. I used to always tell you that I got those scars on my back from little small things like I fell or something, but all of them were from my father. I can't go back to the Malfoy Mansion this summer, I know that he'll kill me. Most likely to make room for the new child." He couldn't continue, he had lost his voice.
"We never thought it possible. The Malfoy's seem to be the 'perfect' family, the 'perfect' household, the 'perfect' of everything." Goyle said. Draco shook his head. "What are you going to do about it?"
Draco walked over to the window and stared out for a long time. "I don't know," came a muffled sob. He stood at the window, just staring out into space the rest of the day. "I'm going to die painfully, one way or another." He mumbled to himself.
Taryn,
Right now I'm very confused about everything. Yes, I would like to meet you sometime. Perhaps next Friday? We'll see. I'm not really sure about meeting you, but "a friend" suggested it. She told me to tell you good luck with the baby. Please write back VERY soon.
1 Draco Malfoy
As soon as he got finished writing the letter, he sent the letter with the fastest owl the school owned. "I hope she writes back," he muttered to himself. "I don't feel well anyway, I should go to bed." Draco walked up to his dormitory and laid awake in bed. Crabbe and Goyle walked in later that night and saw Draco lying there motionless, as if he were dead. His face was a bluish color and his eyes so pale that they were sickeningly white.
"Draco? Are you alright, Draco?" Goyle nudged him. Upon getting no reply he started to panic, "Stop fooling around Draco! Draco! Wake up!" there was real terror in his voice.
"Yeah, man, come on. Stop messing around. It's creeping me out." Crabbe began to tremble.
Draco suddenly sat up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily as if awoken from a scary dream. "Get out!" he ordered to Crabbe and Goyle.
"But…But…But Draco! We want to know what's going on, and we want to know now." Goyle demanded of him.
"My father is the fucking devil," Draco panted, still breathing heavily. "I can never go back to him. He'll kill me if I go back home."
"Draco…What are you talking about?" Goyle raised an eyebrow in suspicion.
"I can't believe this. This can't be happening. That kid…That kid will be the…the fucking Anti-Christ!" he said to himself, ignoring that Crabbe and Goyle were still in the room.
"Draco, you're kinda freaking us out. What are you talking about? What kid?" asked an even more confused Goyle.
"I need help! I must me going mad!" Draco stormed out of the dormitory.
"I'll sure say so." Crabbe said, making Goyle chuckle.
Draco started heading for the Hospital Wing but thought *Wait a second! Madam Pomfrey will just think I'm a nut if I go to her. What will Snape think of me? He'll just think I'm turning into Potter. I can't go to Dumbledore. Who does that leave?* He knew exactly whom he must see. He turned around and ran for the DADA classroom. "Professor Darnell?" he asked at the door of the classroom.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy? How may I help you?" she said not even glancing up at the door.
"I need some help with, er, something," he was just like a porcelain doll, pale skin, glass eyes, perfect hair, skin, clothes, everything was perfect.
"Flatter me, Mr. Malfoy." She said.
"I don't know exactly. You see, well, it's all so hard to explain. You'll probably just think I'm a loony nutter after all of this," he said, and upon looking at her face he continued, "Well I had this, er, vision. It might have been a dream, I couldn't tell. It started in my child hood, seeing my father, well let's just put it this way: I saw very many painful childhood memories. Then I saw something very, um, disturbing about my father. Whether it be true or not, I have no idea. The kid, I don't know what's wrong with it, but I can tell that ain't gonna be a very good kid. Someone has to get rid of it. That kid will be the reason for every last person on earth's painful, agonizing, scrutinizing, horrifying death."
"Hmm, I see. Can you tell me more about what you saw in this 'vision'? Perhaps more about your father, and this 'kid'." Professor Darnell said.
"My father, he…he's the devil! I swear it. And that kid, that kid is going to be the fucking Anti-Christ, the downfall of the world, the end of the world will be this kid's fault." Draco said, shaking violently.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down Mr. Malfoy. I would prefer you to not use such obscure language, but if you must, then please continue," she said.
"I'm telling you the truth. My father came straight from the fiery depths of Hell, Gundahad, whatever the fuck you want to call it. He's worse than pure evil, even worse than Voldermort. And that kid is going to be even worse than the both of them paired up. He'll end up betraying us all." Draco shouted.
"I can't quite tell you what I think of this Mr. Malfoy. Not just yet. I have to find out more about your vision, don't worry though, I won't make you tell me anymore than you are willing. The only advice I can give you is to make sure that whatever you do, go see Miss Potter. Do not, by all means, tell her a word of your vision. Try getting some rest, and if you need anymore help, don't hesitate to come see me." She smiled.
"Ok, Professor." He began to leave the room but turned, "Professor, I have one more question."
"Go ahead." She nodded.
"Well, I know this is kinda stupid, but do you think I'm going mad?" he asked.
"No, of coarse not, Mr. Malfoy. I couldn't possibly tell you how I know that you're not, but let's just say I know these things." She smiled at him.
"Thank you Professor." Draco said before running back to the Common Room. That night he didn't get any sleep. He sat in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about his vision.
"Draco, will you please tell us what's going on?" Goyle asked.
"No one wants to see what I saw. I would rather die, than have seen that." Draco muttered.
"See what?" Crabbe asked.
"I saw all too much. Listen, Crabbe, Goyle, I'm ready to tell you guys the secret I've been keeping from you," they nodded, so Draco continued, "My father, he's going to father another child."
"What's so bad about that? How come Narcissa didn't tell our parents?" Goyle asked.
"Because she found out the night before I came to Hogwarts. Don't you get it? It's not her kid. She's not having the baby." Draco threw his hands in the air.
"Well whose is it then?" Goyle inquired.
"It's a Potter." Draco replied.
"A Potter? It's impossible." Crabbe yelled out.
"Oh, it's quite possible, believe me. If you only knew. Potter's got a sister, she's 18. She's the one that's going to bear my father's child. That child will be the end of us all. That's what I saw. I saw every last bit of it. And I saw just how evil my father is. He's more than just a cold- hearted death eater, he's monstrous. He's Satin, the devil. I don't care what you call him he's it. I always wondered why he would beat me for no good reason. Why he would be savage enough to beat a woman, my own mother. And I failed to mention it to you how a couple years ago, my mother was pregnant. It was to be a girl, but my father would not allow any girl to be part of his flesh and blood, so he beat my mother so many times until she was barely alive herself. I felt like coming after him with a knife after that, but I knew he would kill me first. Sometimes he would give my mother and I such bad thrashings that I would bleed for days. I used to always tell you that I got those scars on my back from little small things like I fell or something, but all of them were from my father. I can't go back to the Malfoy Mansion this summer, I know that he'll kill me. Most likely to make room for the new child." He couldn't continue, he had lost his voice.
"We never thought it possible. The Malfoy's seem to be the 'perfect' family, the 'perfect' household, the 'perfect' of everything." Goyle said. Draco shook his head. "What are you going to do about it?"
Draco walked over to the window and stared out for a long time. "I don't know," came a muffled sob. He stood at the window, just staring out into space the rest of the day. "I'm going to die painfully, one way or another." He mumbled to himself.