Yay! The first chapter! See the.um. prologue thingy for the disclaimer, the
other stuff, and um. yeah. OK! Well I have thankies for the following three
reviewers:
Lestat-I fixed the paragraphing stoof.
AirliaStar- Thankies for the advice. Irus is just that kind of person.
Rtael- Well here it is!
Onward! To the story and. um stuff.
I almost forgot! ** are surrounding Harry's thoughts and // are surrounding Draco's.
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Harry Potter stepped through the portal and onto the platform of 9 ¾. He smiled in relief at finally being able to go back to Hogwarts for another school year. The summer at the Dursley's was long and un-eventful, despite a new freedom for him to use magic outside of the school. It was only for emergencies, however, and would have the ministry breathing down his neck in seconds if he were to use it. This new freedom was due to an attack on Minister Fudge's home during the summer of Harry's fifth year. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your opinion of the minister, Fudge was at work late and was not harmed. Unfortunately his dog was found dead the next day, his blood used to write the words "Viva le Dark Lord" on the wall. (Poor Fluffy!) The minister, finally agreeing that the He-Who- Must-Not-Be-Named had been resurrected, or whatever, gave Harry permission to do magic in order to protect himself should anything try to attack him.
Even though Harry now had permission to do magic he avoided it as much as possible. During the end of the summer before sixth year, he used a bit of magic to pack his belongings into his trunk and immediately had the ministry along with a few aurors show up at his house claiming Harry was in danger and that they needed to help him. They wouldn't leave until the house was checked over many times, insisting that Harry only use magic in case of an emergency. Harry hasn't used magic outside of the school since and frankly he really didn't want to if that was to be the reaction every time he used it. He also couldn't visit his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, because 'it is far too dangerous for Harry to leave the safety of his home.' Needless to say he had a miserable time and was quite happy to see his 'family' again and to return to Hogwarts.
Harry searched around for a group of red heads and a crop of flowy brown hair (Hermione managed to grow out of the bushy-ness just last year) when he spotted the Malfoys. Lucius Malfoy had a firm grip on his son's neck and was speaking to him in hushed tones. Draco Malfoy didn't look at all pleased and seemed to be trying to hide any pain he felt at his father's cruel touch. Harry was about to look away, to continue finding his friends, when he noticed something odd about Malfoy. Instead of the silver blond hair that was continuously slicked back out of Malfoy's face, was a mop of slightly darker hair that was free of gel and a little longer than what he normally had it. The color was still blond but not as white as it used to be, with iridescent, shimmering highlights that gave the color an almost auburn quality when the sun hit it. Also, Draco's skin tone was a little lighter, a little whiter. *Guess he was inside a lot during the summer.* Harry thought as he continued analyzing his enemy. It was strange, but Draco's skin seemed to glow with the sun as if it were reflecting the rays right off it. All in all the whole picture of Malfoy was quite beautiful, in an almost scary, unearthly kind of way.
Harry was dragged away form his thoughts, never noticing that Malfoy was staring right back at him, by a petite brown haired girl that was in the process of flinging herself onto the poor boy. "Hi Harry! I've missed you so much!" chimed Hermione.
Harry smiled and returned the hug, "I've missed you to. Where's Ron?" he asked.
"Looking for you! Come on, let's go find him." Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him off into the crowd to find their friend.
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Draco Malfoy was not happy! He'd been listening to his father lecture him on the importance of staying loyal to the Dark Lord for the past half hour. /It's truly amazing how he can go on and on about a subject when everything has already been said. I do believe that 'Malfoys do not blab' is another family virtue. Well, he's really shooting that one to hell isn't he?/
His father was using fear tactics and pain to make sure Draco was paying attention and would not falter in his loyalty. The hand at the back of his neck was in a death grip and holding much tighter than necessary and, to be honest, it was quite painful. Add little whacks from Lucius's cane for emphasis on certain points and you end up with a rather unpleasant experience. A year ago Draco was really looking forward to becoming a deatheater with his father, but now that he was one he was realizing that it wasn't all cracked up to what he thought it would be. /I swear I'm going to end up with arthritis in the knees or something from all this bowing and kissing robes and "Oh have mercy on me my Lord"s. Bloody ridiculous./ he thought to himself.
Lucius smacked Draco across his face, snapping him away from his thoughts. "Listen to me boy. This is important. Pay attention and stop daydreaming. You will be meeting a contact at Hogwarts. You'll know who she is when you see her. You have to go to her; she will not be expecting you to be her contact. Remember that." Draco once again shut Lucius out. He already knew all he needed to know. He would be meeting a contact, a woman, that he'll recognize upon seeing her but she won't recognize him. He has to administer the first meeting; most likely they will exchange information about orders or news about the goings on at Hogwarts. No problem.
Draco was about to commence feeling sorry for himself when he noticed Potter emerge from the barrier. Draco watched out of the corner of his eye as Potter started looking around over the tops of people's heads. /Stupid Potter/ he thought /probably looking for the Weasel and that mudblood friend of his./ He sneered at the thought of Potter's good for nothing friends. /You're worthless with those sorts of friends Potter. When will you learn?/ Potter looked his way and Draco quickly jerked his head, snapping his eyes away from Potter. Lucius applied more pressure to Draco's neck. It took a lot of effort for Draco not wince or cry out from the pain.
"Pain attention boy!" his father hissed at him, hitting him on his ankles with his cane. Draco tuned his father out and let his eyes slide back to Potter. /Is he staring at me? Why is he staring at me? You pervert Potter, stop staring at me and go find your stupid friends!/ Draco tried to listen to his father in order to ignore Potter, but Potter staring at him like that kept distracting him. /What does he find so interesting?/ he thought. Draco stared right back at Potter, paying his father absolutely no attention. Luckily Lucius never really paid attention, or even looked at, his son anymore. Every time he did look at his son, now a days, he got this uneasy look in his eyes and adverted his gaze elsewhere. So Draco was free to stare right back at Potter without being noticed.
Potter must've grown somewhat over the summer. He was taller and leaner, with some definite muscle tone showing through. His clothes were form fitting and stylish instead of the baggy old things he normally wore. /He must've gone shopping. Pfft, finally./ Draco then looked to Potter's face and noticed the baby fat was all but gone and his face was thin with high cheek bones, giving him a look more like his mother's. He had new glasses that were also very stylish and his raven hair was longer and slightly wavy, tied back into a ponytail. He basically looked damn good if you get right down to it. /Not bad Potter. It's about time you grew up./ Draco approved of this new Potter. /You're still a conceited prick, I'm sure though./ Just then the stupid mudblood, Hermione Granger, bounded up and threw herself at Potter. /Slut!/ The two conversed then left, most likely to find the third of their little triad. /God! Finally! Fucking idiot!/ Several minutes later the train whistled signaling that it was about to depart. Lucius released his son.
"Go, and remember what I've told you, boy. The Dark Lord will be expecting your report shortly." With that Lucius was gone with a flurry of robes.
"It's about bloody, fucking time! Jesus! Stupid father and his stupid Dark Lord rants. I probably don't have a place to sit on the bloody train now!" Draco said to himself, rubbing his sore neck and making his way to the train. Boy was he glad to be away from his father for another school year. Unfortunately, this was his last year to be able to hide from his father at Hogwarts. After this, he didn't know what he was going to do about his father or the current situation he was in. /I guess I'll just have to think about that when the time comes./ He thought as he boarded the train to look for a compartment.
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TBC
Yay! That was the 1st chapter! I hope you enjoyed it! Coming up next, the train ride to Hogwarts. We get to hear from Ron and Hermione. We also get to meet the new Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! It's bound to be fun, so tune in next time, to Harry Potter and the Happy Vampire. Thankies. REVIEW!
Lestat-I fixed the paragraphing stoof.
AirliaStar- Thankies for the advice. Irus is just that kind of person.
Rtael- Well here it is!
Onward! To the story and. um stuff.
I almost forgot! ** are surrounding Harry's thoughts and // are surrounding Draco's.
*
Harry Potter stepped through the portal and onto the platform of 9 ¾. He smiled in relief at finally being able to go back to Hogwarts for another school year. The summer at the Dursley's was long and un-eventful, despite a new freedom for him to use magic outside of the school. It was only for emergencies, however, and would have the ministry breathing down his neck in seconds if he were to use it. This new freedom was due to an attack on Minister Fudge's home during the summer of Harry's fifth year. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your opinion of the minister, Fudge was at work late and was not harmed. Unfortunately his dog was found dead the next day, his blood used to write the words "Viva le Dark Lord" on the wall. (Poor Fluffy!) The minister, finally agreeing that the He-Who- Must-Not-Be-Named had been resurrected, or whatever, gave Harry permission to do magic in order to protect himself should anything try to attack him.
Even though Harry now had permission to do magic he avoided it as much as possible. During the end of the summer before sixth year, he used a bit of magic to pack his belongings into his trunk and immediately had the ministry along with a few aurors show up at his house claiming Harry was in danger and that they needed to help him. They wouldn't leave until the house was checked over many times, insisting that Harry only use magic in case of an emergency. Harry hasn't used magic outside of the school since and frankly he really didn't want to if that was to be the reaction every time he used it. He also couldn't visit his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, because 'it is far too dangerous for Harry to leave the safety of his home.' Needless to say he had a miserable time and was quite happy to see his 'family' again and to return to Hogwarts.
Harry searched around for a group of red heads and a crop of flowy brown hair (Hermione managed to grow out of the bushy-ness just last year) when he spotted the Malfoys. Lucius Malfoy had a firm grip on his son's neck and was speaking to him in hushed tones. Draco Malfoy didn't look at all pleased and seemed to be trying to hide any pain he felt at his father's cruel touch. Harry was about to look away, to continue finding his friends, when he noticed something odd about Malfoy. Instead of the silver blond hair that was continuously slicked back out of Malfoy's face, was a mop of slightly darker hair that was free of gel and a little longer than what he normally had it. The color was still blond but not as white as it used to be, with iridescent, shimmering highlights that gave the color an almost auburn quality when the sun hit it. Also, Draco's skin tone was a little lighter, a little whiter. *Guess he was inside a lot during the summer.* Harry thought as he continued analyzing his enemy. It was strange, but Draco's skin seemed to glow with the sun as if it were reflecting the rays right off it. All in all the whole picture of Malfoy was quite beautiful, in an almost scary, unearthly kind of way.
Harry was dragged away form his thoughts, never noticing that Malfoy was staring right back at him, by a petite brown haired girl that was in the process of flinging herself onto the poor boy. "Hi Harry! I've missed you so much!" chimed Hermione.
Harry smiled and returned the hug, "I've missed you to. Where's Ron?" he asked.
"Looking for you! Come on, let's go find him." Hermione grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him off into the crowd to find their friend.
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Draco Malfoy was not happy! He'd been listening to his father lecture him on the importance of staying loyal to the Dark Lord for the past half hour. /It's truly amazing how he can go on and on about a subject when everything has already been said. I do believe that 'Malfoys do not blab' is another family virtue. Well, he's really shooting that one to hell isn't he?/
His father was using fear tactics and pain to make sure Draco was paying attention and would not falter in his loyalty. The hand at the back of his neck was in a death grip and holding much tighter than necessary and, to be honest, it was quite painful. Add little whacks from Lucius's cane for emphasis on certain points and you end up with a rather unpleasant experience. A year ago Draco was really looking forward to becoming a deatheater with his father, but now that he was one he was realizing that it wasn't all cracked up to what he thought it would be. /I swear I'm going to end up with arthritis in the knees or something from all this bowing and kissing robes and "Oh have mercy on me my Lord"s. Bloody ridiculous./ he thought to himself.
Lucius smacked Draco across his face, snapping him away from his thoughts. "Listen to me boy. This is important. Pay attention and stop daydreaming. You will be meeting a contact at Hogwarts. You'll know who she is when you see her. You have to go to her; she will not be expecting you to be her contact. Remember that." Draco once again shut Lucius out. He already knew all he needed to know. He would be meeting a contact, a woman, that he'll recognize upon seeing her but she won't recognize him. He has to administer the first meeting; most likely they will exchange information about orders or news about the goings on at Hogwarts. No problem.
Draco was about to commence feeling sorry for himself when he noticed Potter emerge from the barrier. Draco watched out of the corner of his eye as Potter started looking around over the tops of people's heads. /Stupid Potter/ he thought /probably looking for the Weasel and that mudblood friend of his./ He sneered at the thought of Potter's good for nothing friends. /You're worthless with those sorts of friends Potter. When will you learn?/ Potter looked his way and Draco quickly jerked his head, snapping his eyes away from Potter. Lucius applied more pressure to Draco's neck. It took a lot of effort for Draco not wince or cry out from the pain.
"Pain attention boy!" his father hissed at him, hitting him on his ankles with his cane. Draco tuned his father out and let his eyes slide back to Potter. /Is he staring at me? Why is he staring at me? You pervert Potter, stop staring at me and go find your stupid friends!/ Draco tried to listen to his father in order to ignore Potter, but Potter staring at him like that kept distracting him. /What does he find so interesting?/ he thought. Draco stared right back at Potter, paying his father absolutely no attention. Luckily Lucius never really paid attention, or even looked at, his son anymore. Every time he did look at his son, now a days, he got this uneasy look in his eyes and adverted his gaze elsewhere. So Draco was free to stare right back at Potter without being noticed.
Potter must've grown somewhat over the summer. He was taller and leaner, with some definite muscle tone showing through. His clothes were form fitting and stylish instead of the baggy old things he normally wore. /He must've gone shopping. Pfft, finally./ Draco then looked to Potter's face and noticed the baby fat was all but gone and his face was thin with high cheek bones, giving him a look more like his mother's. He had new glasses that were also very stylish and his raven hair was longer and slightly wavy, tied back into a ponytail. He basically looked damn good if you get right down to it. /Not bad Potter. It's about time you grew up./ Draco approved of this new Potter. /You're still a conceited prick, I'm sure though./ Just then the stupid mudblood, Hermione Granger, bounded up and threw herself at Potter. /Slut!/ The two conversed then left, most likely to find the third of their little triad. /God! Finally! Fucking idiot!/ Several minutes later the train whistled signaling that it was about to depart. Lucius released his son.
"Go, and remember what I've told you, boy. The Dark Lord will be expecting your report shortly." With that Lucius was gone with a flurry of robes.
"It's about bloody, fucking time! Jesus! Stupid father and his stupid Dark Lord rants. I probably don't have a place to sit on the bloody train now!" Draco said to himself, rubbing his sore neck and making his way to the train. Boy was he glad to be away from his father for another school year. Unfortunately, this was his last year to be able to hide from his father at Hogwarts. After this, he didn't know what he was going to do about his father or the current situation he was in. /I guess I'll just have to think about that when the time comes./ He thought as he boarded the train to look for a compartment.
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TBC
Yay! That was the 1st chapter! I hope you enjoyed it! Coming up next, the train ride to Hogwarts. We get to hear from Ron and Hermione. We also get to meet the new Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher! It's bound to be fun, so tune in next time, to Harry Potter and the Happy Vampire. Thankies. REVIEW!