Even Angels Fall
disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter
I am Draco Malfoy. The last name alone is enough to send chills down the spines of all who oppose me, and I greatly despise that. Sure, I love to scare them, but I want it to be because of what I have done, not those who came before me. I used to revel in the fact that all I had to do was say 'Do you know who my father is?' and everyone would stop in thier tracks. But the respect I once held for him dissapeared with my twin sister.
My sister, Dracona, was quiet and loved to read. She studied everything she could get her hands on, trying to win our Fathers affections. My father resented her though. She was the first female born from the Malfoy clan for ten generations. No matter how much smarter she was than me, no matter how much she exelled in everything she tried, she was not good enough.
I remember well the night she dissapeared. She had been hit with the Crutatious curse one to many times and left. At least I hope she left, because I am pretty sure I heard my Father's voice yell 'Avada Kedavra' that night. We havnt spoke of her since. That would have been the year she joined Hogwarts.
I hate Hogwarts. Everyone there is so happy, and I greatly resent that. I hate that Weasly boy, because his family loves eachother. I hate that Potter, Because everyone at Hogwarts idolizes him. Mostly I hate the Mudblood Granger, because she is exactly like Dracona. A smart-alak know-it- all, with no life and he hated her for it. The only difference is her mannerism. Dracona had mostly kept to herself and had no friends, but Hermione was outgoing and made friends rather easily it seemed. Well, at least after Potter befriended her.
It is the middle of Christmas vacation of my 5th year and I am stuck here with a bunch of idiots. I cannot belive Father would mak me stay here. All the other Slytherines are gone home and I am stuck with a bunch of sappy imbeciles. I look up from my dinner and gaze around. It is, of course, much less crowded than usual. The Gryffindor Trio are all here, and they are yapping with some other Gryffindor,Patil I belive. I make a face and turn to leave when suddenly the doors to the hall burst open and a small figure marches up to Dumbledore.
At first I cannot see anything, considering it seems as though everyone
has gotten in my way suddenly. The figure removed its, HER he realized as a cascade of silver/ white hair pooled down to her feet, winter hat, scarf and cloak, revealing long black robes mad of some fancy material. She looked about my age. I slip my eyes from her to Dumbledore. He seemed deathly pale, as if she was the Angel of Death itself but quickly recovered. He ushered her to sit and she finnaly turned to face me. I know that face! Oval shaped light green, almost neon green, eyes set in an already deathly pale face made more so with the cold and high cheekbones with rosebud lips made her extremly pretty but I don't pay attention to that. I have seen her before, and I knew exactly where. Pretty as she was, she looked terrible. Any other fifteen year old girl would have rather died than look like THAT in puplic. She had obviously not had any sleep for a long time and she was chewing on her lip nervously whilst fidling with her hair. Her hair was rather remarkable though. Silver/ white, like my own and as long as she was tall.
Her robes, even though they had been covered by her winter cloak, were soaking wet and she quickly shed them so as not to catch cold. She wore a chinese style dress with a mandarian collar. It was black with a chinese dragon design on the bottom. The dress reached her feet and had slits that reached her hips but she wore loose black pants underneath for modesty's sake and she wore black dragonhide boots to complete the ensemble. She began whispering with Dumbledore and try as we might, none of us could hear. Whatever it was, it was serious as Dumbledore was getting progressivly paler. With a curt nod at her he turned to us students.
With great flourish he waves his arms to silence us and nods to her to speak. Slowly rising she seemed to measure us all with her gaze.
"As I hope you all know, Voldemort has begun to regain power." At this point the hall erupted with voices but that was stopped quickly by a silence charm sent by the girl. "There are a few students here that he wants to get his hands on at the moment and I am here to protect them. My name is Dracona and I am one of the most powerful Aurors out there today and I need to take those students away." She paused here to let that sink in. It was obvoius that Potter, Weasly, and Granger were part of that group of students, but were there more?
"I will call out the names of those in danger and I would like them to follow me." She closed her eyes and gave a great sigh. "Harry Potter." No suprise there, I think bitterly. "Ron Weasly, Hermione Granger." Yep I was right. "Draconis Malfoy." WHAT! What do they want me for, I havn't done anything to upset Father, yet. Wait a minute, did she just call me by my full name? I'll kill her. I got up and stalked angerly up to the Head Table where the Gryffindor Trio were already standing. By Dracona's smirk I know she said my full name on purpose. I HATE my full name, damn her, and she knows it. And I am stuck with her for a sister. Now though, my mind turns to other things.
She dissapeared five years ago to turn up now and Auror! Of course we were both talk extensivly in the DArk Arts by Father, so she would have known more than alot of Aurors so I guess its possible. Still, she is too young, its too dangerous! Damn, overprotective brother nature is kicking in, damn. I try to consentrate on something else, I am getting constintly angrier by the second and yelling at her in front of all these people isn't going to help, although with the silence charm on me I couldn't anyway.
She leads us out into the hall and lifts the charm. As soon as we are out of sight of everyone else I explode. Potty, The Weasle and Granger be damned.
"What the hell do you think you are doing! First you dissapear for five years and then you finally come back to tell me I am in danger, which I might add is virtually impossible as, unlike you, I have done nothing to oppose Father, and secondly, what makes you think YOU can protect us! Hogwarts is supposedly the sfaest place on Earth!" Well, that felt good. The three beside us are staring open-mouthed at us.
"You..you know eachother?" Granger says amazed. Way to state the obvious. I am about to voice this particular thought when Dracona overed my mouth with her hand.
"Yes, we are twins actually." She rolls her eyes at my attempts of getting her hand off. She removes her hand and turns to me. "If you are finished I would like us to get out of here as soon as possible. You are right about one thing. Hogwarts is supposedly the safest place on Earth, supposedly being the operative word. This is the first place the Death Eaters will look and there are some very smart people on the dark side. One way or another, they will find a way through. That is why we need to get you in to hiding. Now got to your rooms. I want you to gather everthing that is useful. This means clothes, brooms and toiletries. I do not want you lugging around more than nessasary such as toys an gmes and makeup." At this she looked at Hermione who rolled her eyes. Sensing another snide comment from me she glared at me and spoke. "This also includes the ten-ton trunk you use to carry all of your hair supplies Draconis." She gives me a smile as I wince at her use of my name. Those three idiots are laughing. I turn and leave. Good riddence, and my trunk only weighs one ton!
disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter
I am Draco Malfoy. The last name alone is enough to send chills down the spines of all who oppose me, and I greatly despise that. Sure, I love to scare them, but I want it to be because of what I have done, not those who came before me. I used to revel in the fact that all I had to do was say 'Do you know who my father is?' and everyone would stop in thier tracks. But the respect I once held for him dissapeared with my twin sister.
My sister, Dracona, was quiet and loved to read. She studied everything she could get her hands on, trying to win our Fathers affections. My father resented her though. She was the first female born from the Malfoy clan for ten generations. No matter how much smarter she was than me, no matter how much she exelled in everything she tried, she was not good enough.
I remember well the night she dissapeared. She had been hit with the Crutatious curse one to many times and left. At least I hope she left, because I am pretty sure I heard my Father's voice yell 'Avada Kedavra' that night. We havnt spoke of her since. That would have been the year she joined Hogwarts.
I hate Hogwarts. Everyone there is so happy, and I greatly resent that. I hate that Weasly boy, because his family loves eachother. I hate that Potter, Because everyone at Hogwarts idolizes him. Mostly I hate the Mudblood Granger, because she is exactly like Dracona. A smart-alak know-it- all, with no life and he hated her for it. The only difference is her mannerism. Dracona had mostly kept to herself and had no friends, but Hermione was outgoing and made friends rather easily it seemed. Well, at least after Potter befriended her.
It is the middle of Christmas vacation of my 5th year and I am stuck here with a bunch of idiots. I cannot belive Father would mak me stay here. All the other Slytherines are gone home and I am stuck with a bunch of sappy imbeciles. I look up from my dinner and gaze around. It is, of course, much less crowded than usual. The Gryffindor Trio are all here, and they are yapping with some other Gryffindor,Patil I belive. I make a face and turn to leave when suddenly the doors to the hall burst open and a small figure marches up to Dumbledore.
At first I cannot see anything, considering it seems as though everyone
has gotten in my way suddenly. The figure removed its, HER he realized as a cascade of silver/ white hair pooled down to her feet, winter hat, scarf and cloak, revealing long black robes mad of some fancy material. She looked about my age. I slip my eyes from her to Dumbledore. He seemed deathly pale, as if she was the Angel of Death itself but quickly recovered. He ushered her to sit and she finnaly turned to face me. I know that face! Oval shaped light green, almost neon green, eyes set in an already deathly pale face made more so with the cold and high cheekbones with rosebud lips made her extremly pretty but I don't pay attention to that. I have seen her before, and I knew exactly where. Pretty as she was, she looked terrible. Any other fifteen year old girl would have rather died than look like THAT in puplic. She had obviously not had any sleep for a long time and she was chewing on her lip nervously whilst fidling with her hair. Her hair was rather remarkable though. Silver/ white, like my own and as long as she was tall.
Her robes, even though they had been covered by her winter cloak, were soaking wet and she quickly shed them so as not to catch cold. She wore a chinese style dress with a mandarian collar. It was black with a chinese dragon design on the bottom. The dress reached her feet and had slits that reached her hips but she wore loose black pants underneath for modesty's sake and she wore black dragonhide boots to complete the ensemble. She began whispering with Dumbledore and try as we might, none of us could hear. Whatever it was, it was serious as Dumbledore was getting progressivly paler. With a curt nod at her he turned to us students.
With great flourish he waves his arms to silence us and nods to her to speak. Slowly rising she seemed to measure us all with her gaze.
"As I hope you all know, Voldemort has begun to regain power." At this point the hall erupted with voices but that was stopped quickly by a silence charm sent by the girl. "There are a few students here that he wants to get his hands on at the moment and I am here to protect them. My name is Dracona and I am one of the most powerful Aurors out there today and I need to take those students away." She paused here to let that sink in. It was obvoius that Potter, Weasly, and Granger were part of that group of students, but were there more?
"I will call out the names of those in danger and I would like them to follow me." She closed her eyes and gave a great sigh. "Harry Potter." No suprise there, I think bitterly. "Ron Weasly, Hermione Granger." Yep I was right. "Draconis Malfoy." WHAT! What do they want me for, I havn't done anything to upset Father, yet. Wait a minute, did she just call me by my full name? I'll kill her. I got up and stalked angerly up to the Head Table where the Gryffindor Trio were already standing. By Dracona's smirk I know she said my full name on purpose. I HATE my full name, damn her, and she knows it. And I am stuck with her for a sister. Now though, my mind turns to other things.
She dissapeared five years ago to turn up now and Auror! Of course we were both talk extensivly in the DArk Arts by Father, so she would have known more than alot of Aurors so I guess its possible. Still, she is too young, its too dangerous! Damn, overprotective brother nature is kicking in, damn. I try to consentrate on something else, I am getting constintly angrier by the second and yelling at her in front of all these people isn't going to help, although with the silence charm on me I couldn't anyway.
She leads us out into the hall and lifts the charm. As soon as we are out of sight of everyone else I explode. Potty, The Weasle and Granger be damned.
"What the hell do you think you are doing! First you dissapear for five years and then you finally come back to tell me I am in danger, which I might add is virtually impossible as, unlike you, I have done nothing to oppose Father, and secondly, what makes you think YOU can protect us! Hogwarts is supposedly the sfaest place on Earth!" Well, that felt good. The three beside us are staring open-mouthed at us.
"You..you know eachother?" Granger says amazed. Way to state the obvious. I am about to voice this particular thought when Dracona overed my mouth with her hand.
"Yes, we are twins actually." She rolls her eyes at my attempts of getting her hand off. She removes her hand and turns to me. "If you are finished I would like us to get out of here as soon as possible. You are right about one thing. Hogwarts is supposedly the safest place on Earth, supposedly being the operative word. This is the first place the Death Eaters will look and there are some very smart people on the dark side. One way or another, they will find a way through. That is why we need to get you in to hiding. Now got to your rooms. I want you to gather everthing that is useful. This means clothes, brooms and toiletries. I do not want you lugging around more than nessasary such as toys an gmes and makeup." At this she looked at Hermione who rolled her eyes. Sensing another snide comment from me she glared at me and spoke. "This also includes the ten-ton trunk you use to carry all of your hair supplies Draconis." She gives me a smile as I wince at her use of my name. Those three idiots are laughing. I turn and leave. Good riddence, and my trunk only weighs one ton!