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1 Vision
By Rowena S
4
Out Of Focus
Darkness, nothing but darkness and a loud ringing in his ears.
"Urgh." Groaned Draco trying to sit up and opening his eyes. He blinked and shook his head, wherever he was, was a blurry sea of colour (mainly white) a fuzzy blob also mainly white with "skin coloured" parts was moving closer.
"You're awake I see."
// That Voice. //
"Madam Pomfrey?" asked Draco
"Of course- who else would it be Mister Malfoy?" There were distinctly malicious undertones in her voice but he was used to it and couldn't be bothered to retaliate.
"What is it?" asked Madam Pomfrey,
Draco opened his mouth to make a snappy retort but his disability to see clearly had shaken him more than he would admit.
"I. - My eyes- it's all blurry I can't see." He mumbled.
"What was that Mister Malfoy?"
"I CAN'T SEE ALRIGHT?!?" He hollered then clutched his aching head and slumped back against the pillows groaning.
Several hours of questioning, prodding, and potions later Draco's headache had gone and he was thinking a lot more clearly although his sight-problems were still somewhat of a mystery and a "specialist" had been owled for. Draco was left a lone for the most part in the hospital wing. He didn't have visitors, apart from Professor Snape, he was dreading going back.
He guessed the Slytherin's would be angry with him for saving Harry Potter's life. Sure he'd staged it as an accident but they'd still moan.
// They're so irrational sometimes. Oh! Why couldn't I have just died like I'd planned then none of this would be happening? //
A commotion from outside captured his attention. Suddenly the door burst open and a voice boomed though the room,
"Where is my son?"
Draco opened his eyes and saw a black coloured blur with white-blonde on top (he presumed hair) storm towards him.
"Father I'm here." He said quietly. The blur that was Lucius Malfoy sat down by his son's bed but not before pulling the curtains around them and ordering (not requesting) a bit of privacy.
He held up his wand and muttered under his breath.
"Now," he said, "We're not going to be overheard. Is it true boy?"
"Is what true?"
"Did you or did you not save Harry Potter's life?"
Draco gulped // who told him? //
"D- don't be absurd father, whoever told you this is over exaggerating."
"You stopped him being hit by a bludger did you not?"
"It was an accident! I didn't pull up fast enough."
"Oh?"
"Father why in the World would I ever willingly risk my neck for Potter?"
His father was silent. Draco knew he'd have that little wry smile on his face that he himself so often mimicked. When his father knew he was lying he didn't have to say anything.
// Oh great HE KNOWS. That's my father sceptically silent. //
"Look- Draco," Lucius sighed and took his son's hand. "I hate to do this Draco but you're just- not cut out to be a death eater.
I-I hereby disown you as my son and heir."
Draco gasped.
"Father? What?"
"Not father." Said Lucius sadly, "But Lucius. Draco I'm sorry for doing this- believe me but you're to good to be a Malfoy. If the Dark Lord found out you saved his enemy's life." he let the threat hand.
"But-"
"Don't worry, the other's don't have to know yet and you've got your own gringotts vault. Pleas try and understand this is the only way I can keep us all alive. It's for the best."
Draco didn't notice when his (former) father left. A tear dripped out of his seemingly useless eyes, which he wiped away with the back of his hand.
1 Vision
By Rowena S
4
Out Of Focus
Darkness, nothing but darkness and a loud ringing in his ears.
"Urgh." Groaned Draco trying to sit up and opening his eyes. He blinked and shook his head, wherever he was, was a blurry sea of colour (mainly white) a fuzzy blob also mainly white with "skin coloured" parts was moving closer.
"You're awake I see."
// That Voice. //
"Madam Pomfrey?" asked Draco
"Of course- who else would it be Mister Malfoy?" There were distinctly malicious undertones in her voice but he was used to it and couldn't be bothered to retaliate.
"What is it?" asked Madam Pomfrey,
Draco opened his mouth to make a snappy retort but his disability to see clearly had shaken him more than he would admit.
"I. - My eyes- it's all blurry I can't see." He mumbled.
"What was that Mister Malfoy?"
"I CAN'T SEE ALRIGHT?!?" He hollered then clutched his aching head and slumped back against the pillows groaning.
Several hours of questioning, prodding, and potions later Draco's headache had gone and he was thinking a lot more clearly although his sight-problems were still somewhat of a mystery and a "specialist" had been owled for. Draco was left a lone for the most part in the hospital wing. He didn't have visitors, apart from Professor Snape, he was dreading going back.
He guessed the Slytherin's would be angry with him for saving Harry Potter's life. Sure he'd staged it as an accident but they'd still moan.
// They're so irrational sometimes. Oh! Why couldn't I have just died like I'd planned then none of this would be happening? //
A commotion from outside captured his attention. Suddenly the door burst open and a voice boomed though the room,
"Where is my son?"
Draco opened his eyes and saw a black coloured blur with white-blonde on top (he presumed hair) storm towards him.
"Father I'm here." He said quietly. The blur that was Lucius Malfoy sat down by his son's bed but not before pulling the curtains around them and ordering (not requesting) a bit of privacy.
He held up his wand and muttered under his breath.
"Now," he said, "We're not going to be overheard. Is it true boy?"
"Is what true?"
"Did you or did you not save Harry Potter's life?"
Draco gulped // who told him? //
"D- don't be absurd father, whoever told you this is over exaggerating."
"You stopped him being hit by a bludger did you not?"
"It was an accident! I didn't pull up fast enough."
"Oh?"
"Father why in the World would I ever willingly risk my neck for Potter?"
His father was silent. Draco knew he'd have that little wry smile on his face that he himself so often mimicked. When his father knew he was lying he didn't have to say anything.
// Oh great HE KNOWS. That's my father sceptically silent. //
"Look- Draco," Lucius sighed and took his son's hand. "I hate to do this Draco but you're just- not cut out to be a death eater.
I-I hereby disown you as my son and heir."
Draco gasped.
"Father? What?"
"Not father." Said Lucius sadly, "But Lucius. Draco I'm sorry for doing this- believe me but you're to good to be a Malfoy. If the Dark Lord found out you saved his enemy's life." he let the threat hand.
"But-"
"Don't worry, the other's don't have to know yet and you've got your own gringotts vault. Pleas try and understand this is the only way I can keep us all alive. It's for the best."
Draco didn't notice when his (former) father left. A tear dripped out of his seemingly useless eyes, which he wiped away with the back of his hand.