He streaked across the classroom quick as he could. He heard Professor
Snape yelling after him but he left so quickly he didn't fully comprehend
what he had said. It didn't matter what the professor had said Draco knew
what it would've been. He headed to his dormitory to sleep the rest of the
day. He was very wrong though he wouldn't be sleeping the rest of the day.
Nor through the night. He would be too frightened.
As he walked through the Slytherin portrait hole someone grabbed him from behind.
"Ah we meet yet again. I have brought you news from your father." He shoved an unopened envelope into Draco's hands before releasing him.
"What no gratitude?"
"Yeah thanks a lot." Draco mumbled sarcastically.
"Is that a hint of sarcasm I detect?"
"No."
"It better not be."
The person suddenly disappeared as quickly as he came.
Draco looked at the envelope in his hands. It had the Malfoy symbol on it. A simple snaked coiled around a sword. He did not open it until he got to his dorm room.
He came inside of the door and closed it. Since the other Slytherin boys were still in Potions, where he should have been, he had the room to himself. Something not very common in the Slytherin house.
He sat down onto his bed and carefully started to open the letter. When he did finally manage to open it he pulled out the piece of parchment and held it in his hands just staring at it. His hands trembled as he unfolded it. He looked down at the letter finally making himself read it.
Draco,
My dearest son. Your time will come soon. You will finally serve as I have chosen to do. You will carry on the tradition to your offspring and them to theirs. When it is time you will be summoned. Do not try to fight your duty, or you will be eliminated.
Have a good Holiday, Lucuis
Draco immediately turned cold as ice; he couldn't believe what he had read.
The phrase "You will be eliminated." Went through his mind, repeating itself like a broken record. He re-read the letter until he memorized it against his own will.
As he set the letter down on his bedside table and pulled his shaking hands away from it; the letter burst into flames leaving no trace of burn marks. Only leaving a pile of ash that could never be resurrected.
But that was the way Lucius Malfoy had planned it. He couldn't let the letter float around until it came in contact with one certain Headmaster. He even put a spell on it so that it couldn't be brought back, to the point where it was legible.
He was prepared for everything and that was what scared Draco Malfoy the most, the fact that he couldn't escape his father if he tried. He could do nothing but pretend to be like his father. To be the son that Lucius wanted him to be.
Draco shifted slightly on his bed and remained still until the other Slytherins came into the room.
A strange feeling came over Draco as he watched the others stream into the room. He was to be like his father now. It didn't matter if he wanted to be or not he was to be. His confidence rose greatly as he ordered Crabbe and Goyle around.
Being bad would be fun, he concluded. It had been in the past.
He wondered why he ever lost that faith. He vaguely remembered what it was that made him lose sight of what was really important. But he didn't care anymore. If his father wished him to be evil, then evil he would be.
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Hermione Granger was finishing the paper that Professor Snape had given them in class that day.
As he walked through the Slytherin portrait hole someone grabbed him from behind.
"Ah we meet yet again. I have brought you news from your father." He shoved an unopened envelope into Draco's hands before releasing him.
"What no gratitude?"
"Yeah thanks a lot." Draco mumbled sarcastically.
"Is that a hint of sarcasm I detect?"
"No."
"It better not be."
The person suddenly disappeared as quickly as he came.
Draco looked at the envelope in his hands. It had the Malfoy symbol on it. A simple snaked coiled around a sword. He did not open it until he got to his dorm room.
He came inside of the door and closed it. Since the other Slytherin boys were still in Potions, where he should have been, he had the room to himself. Something not very common in the Slytherin house.
He sat down onto his bed and carefully started to open the letter. When he did finally manage to open it he pulled out the piece of parchment and held it in his hands just staring at it. His hands trembled as he unfolded it. He looked down at the letter finally making himself read it.
Draco,
My dearest son. Your time will come soon. You will finally serve as I have chosen to do. You will carry on the tradition to your offspring and them to theirs. When it is time you will be summoned. Do not try to fight your duty, or you will be eliminated.
Have a good Holiday, Lucuis
Draco immediately turned cold as ice; he couldn't believe what he had read.
The phrase "You will be eliminated." Went through his mind, repeating itself like a broken record. He re-read the letter until he memorized it against his own will.
As he set the letter down on his bedside table and pulled his shaking hands away from it; the letter burst into flames leaving no trace of burn marks. Only leaving a pile of ash that could never be resurrected.
But that was the way Lucius Malfoy had planned it. He couldn't let the letter float around until it came in contact with one certain Headmaster. He even put a spell on it so that it couldn't be brought back, to the point where it was legible.
He was prepared for everything and that was what scared Draco Malfoy the most, the fact that he couldn't escape his father if he tried. He could do nothing but pretend to be like his father. To be the son that Lucius wanted him to be.
Draco shifted slightly on his bed and remained still until the other Slytherins came into the room.
A strange feeling came over Draco as he watched the others stream into the room. He was to be like his father now. It didn't matter if he wanted to be or not he was to be. His confidence rose greatly as he ordered Crabbe and Goyle around.
Being bad would be fun, he concluded. It had been in the past.
He wondered why he ever lost that faith. He vaguely remembered what it was that made him lose sight of what was really important. But he didn't care anymore. If his father wished him to be evil, then evil he would be.
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Hermione Granger was finishing the paper that Professor Snape had given them in class that day.