Okay, a very short chapter, I tried about three times before I even thought
about writing about Draco, so I suffered for this one too!
Draco Malfoy, stood, pressed flat against the wall hardly daring to breathe, his father was entertaining 'guests', Draco was trying to avoid him as he made his was as fast as he could to the kitchen and out the backdoor. Draco watched his father sweep down the corridor, black robes fluttered behind him as he talked swiftly with a fellow Death Eater. "Are you sure he will be ready?" The conversation was crisp and clean, barley civil "My Lord has every faith in me and my families name, we have been given permission-" "Yes yes, until the boy reaches age," "So you do not have faith in me?" "No, every faith, it just seems-" "Draco will don the mark when he comes of age, not before, do I make this clear?"
Lucius' Malfoy's voice echoed sharply through the cold dark corridor, the second man, a Death Eater Draco didn't know stuttered something uncertainly. They continued quickly down the corridor starting up another conversation.
This only served to strengthen Draco's resolve to leave, running wasn't his usual style but when a horde of physco's want you to join their evil cult, there isn't much choice.
Making sure his father had gone out of sight and out of hearing Draco picked up his broom, that was resting against the wall. He had already shrunk his suitcase down to pocket size. Outside of school Draco was permitted to use small magic, Draco's father had friend in the Regulation of Underage Wizardry Department Draco had known how to apperate since second year, but if he used the spell his father would be able to trace where he had gone and the idea was to put as much space between him and The Manor without any one noticing.
Getting safely to the kitchen Draco stood carefully outside the door, looking carefully around he pulled his wand out of the pocket of his coat and pointed at himself, muttering under his breath Draco watched his hands and arm ripple out of sight, along with his Nimbus 2001. Silently Draco crept through the kitchen, his mother, Narcissa was making lunch. As he opened the door and crept out she turned to look, staring straight at him. Draco froze. She frowned and turned away, Draco would have sworn she whispered 'Take care' as he crept out the house and mounted his broom and rose silently in the inky pitch black sky.
Well, I super hope you enjoyed this one, even though it wasn't up to much, well, you all know how much I'll love and cherish you is you review, you want to, you know you do, any way, thanks -Han
Draco Malfoy, stood, pressed flat against the wall hardly daring to breathe, his father was entertaining 'guests', Draco was trying to avoid him as he made his was as fast as he could to the kitchen and out the backdoor. Draco watched his father sweep down the corridor, black robes fluttered behind him as he talked swiftly with a fellow Death Eater. "Are you sure he will be ready?" The conversation was crisp and clean, barley civil "My Lord has every faith in me and my families name, we have been given permission-" "Yes yes, until the boy reaches age," "So you do not have faith in me?" "No, every faith, it just seems-" "Draco will don the mark when he comes of age, not before, do I make this clear?"
Lucius' Malfoy's voice echoed sharply through the cold dark corridor, the second man, a Death Eater Draco didn't know stuttered something uncertainly. They continued quickly down the corridor starting up another conversation.
This only served to strengthen Draco's resolve to leave, running wasn't his usual style but when a horde of physco's want you to join their evil cult, there isn't much choice.
Making sure his father had gone out of sight and out of hearing Draco picked up his broom, that was resting against the wall. He had already shrunk his suitcase down to pocket size. Outside of school Draco was permitted to use small magic, Draco's father had friend in the Regulation of Underage Wizardry Department Draco had known how to apperate since second year, but if he used the spell his father would be able to trace where he had gone and the idea was to put as much space between him and The Manor without any one noticing.
Getting safely to the kitchen Draco stood carefully outside the door, looking carefully around he pulled his wand out of the pocket of his coat and pointed at himself, muttering under his breath Draco watched his hands and arm ripple out of sight, along with his Nimbus 2001. Silently Draco crept through the kitchen, his mother, Narcissa was making lunch. As he opened the door and crept out she turned to look, staring straight at him. Draco froze. She frowned and turned away, Draco would have sworn she whispered 'Take care' as he crept out the house and mounted his broom and rose silently in the inky pitch black sky.
Well, I super hope you enjoyed this one, even though it wasn't up to much, well, you all know how much I'll love and cherish you is you review, you want to, you know you do, any way, thanks -Han