THE MIRROR FRONT, part 2
A mirror is a complex object. It gives us the illusion of a depth that isn't really there. Just like some people. There are millions of mirrors in the world. Some are magical. Draco Malfoy, in fact, had an illegal enchanted mirror in his very backyard. One he was looking at this very second.
"Master Draco. You have not been to see me for a long, long time." Draco bit his lip.
"I'm sorry, Legolas." The rippling reflection smirked. Draco released a sigh and sat on the edge of the lake, one of the rocks that marked it's border.
"Trouble at school? Or perhaps, Malfoy Manor isn't as warm as you remembered it to be?" His elfin ancestor smiled kindly. He had the same blonde hair as Draco, although he wore his long. A riduclously pretty face for a man. His gaze became distracted as he moved to catch a passing dragonfly, his transparent arm breaking the surface of the lake.
"It's my mother." Legolas's face fell.
"Ah. That woman." Draco had been down to the very back of the garden many times before to tell Legolas his troubles. He was a confidante, an Uncle figure.
"Draco, my friend...as I see it, there are few ways you can go. You are not truly evil yet. I do not believe you have the heart to be." The words came out slightly distorted by the ripples in the pond.
"But I have to. I have a reputation to live up to." Draco pulled a petulant face, his lower lip set in a pout.
"Build your own reputation. Only you have control over your own life." Legolas chided gently.
"Maybe you're right." Draco seemed silent for a while, and the sun was beginning to set.
"You should make your way back. It's not safe on your grounds after dark and I don't want your father to worry about you." Draco looked sadly at Legolas.
"I wish you were here Legolas, so I could see you properly." Legolas returned the smile.
"But I can see you, and to know my line is prospering so well, is all I need to be happy."
"Bye Legolas." Draco touched two fingers to the water, creating a disturbance as the water flowed out. Legolas reached out two fingers, touching them to Draco's as he faded from view. Draco felt a slight shiver down his back as he stood up.
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The entrance hall was dark and empty. Nobody was there to greet him. The dining room was dimly lit, and the elves had already cleaned up dinner's remains. So he retreated to his bedroom, in the East Wing. His tough combat boots clanked softly on the carpeted corridor floor, the buckles whispering as each step took him closer to his room. He opened the door, and fell to his knees screaming as something hit him. It felt like his brain was being shredded inside out, like somebody was stabbing him in the skull. Suddenly there was a squeaking and it was gone.
"Sir! Sir! Hush...it's okay....Shhhh...shhhh..." A timid, trembling house-elf tipped something between his lips. He drank gratefully as the pain in his head subdued.
"Thank you." It was a new house-elf, Draco couldn't recognise her. She made as if to fade, but Draco stopped her.
"Hang on...please don't go...what was that?" The house-elf looked sad.
"Keys cannot tell you. Draco must rest, important day tomorrow." He realised her name was Keys.
"Please! I'm frightened, won't you stay with me?" Draco would never have admitted it, but the House-elves were under an oath of loyalty and didn't know how to tease him, so he was pretty safe.
"Keys cannot." The scared look was replaced with a sly one.
"But Keys knows where someone who would is."
"Who?" He was suspicious.
"Look in dungeons. Keys must go now, much work to be done." Draco was exasperated.
"Fine! Go!" She sent him a last sad smile as she faded from view.
"How to get into the Dungeons..."
Draco was scared to go down there himself. His mother kept many things down there that kept it from being safe. She even had an illegal Dementor guarding it. Maybe being Voldemort's pet slut had it's priveledges. First he needed the keys. He tried to ask himself why he was doing this, but his sub-conscious simply replied that he wouldn't be able to sleep if he tried anyway. There was still a dull ache at the back of his mind.
He prepared himself to cast a silencing charm on himself, but was then reminded that magic outside Hogwarts was forbidden. So he had to rely on good old-fashioned stealth instead as he snuck towards his parent's bedroom, and opened the door.
He was thoroughly disgusted by the noises emanating from the bed. His father would always choose Draco over Narcissa, that much was clear, but Narcissa was always ready for Lucius to dip his dick in. Hell, Narcissa was ready for the entire Death Eater population. She was currently screaming hard, he noticed his father pinning her down with his body.
"So you like it rough Narcissa?" Draco decided he definitely did not want to hear anymore of this gross commentary from Lucius, and grabbed the keys off the hook by the door and slipped out.
From here it was simply a matter to go down to the dungeons and find whatever Keys was talking about.
A mirror is a complex object. It gives us the illusion of a depth that isn't really there. Just like some people. There are millions of mirrors in the world. Some are magical. Draco Malfoy, in fact, had an illegal enchanted mirror in his very backyard. One he was looking at this very second.
"Master Draco. You have not been to see me for a long, long time." Draco bit his lip.
"I'm sorry, Legolas." The rippling reflection smirked. Draco released a sigh and sat on the edge of the lake, one of the rocks that marked it's border.
"Trouble at school? Or perhaps, Malfoy Manor isn't as warm as you remembered it to be?" His elfin ancestor smiled kindly. He had the same blonde hair as Draco, although he wore his long. A riduclously pretty face for a man. His gaze became distracted as he moved to catch a passing dragonfly, his transparent arm breaking the surface of the lake.
"It's my mother." Legolas's face fell.
"Ah. That woman." Draco had been down to the very back of the garden many times before to tell Legolas his troubles. He was a confidante, an Uncle figure.
"Draco, my friend...as I see it, there are few ways you can go. You are not truly evil yet. I do not believe you have the heart to be." The words came out slightly distorted by the ripples in the pond.
"But I have to. I have a reputation to live up to." Draco pulled a petulant face, his lower lip set in a pout.
"Build your own reputation. Only you have control over your own life." Legolas chided gently.
"Maybe you're right." Draco seemed silent for a while, and the sun was beginning to set.
"You should make your way back. It's not safe on your grounds after dark and I don't want your father to worry about you." Draco looked sadly at Legolas.
"I wish you were here Legolas, so I could see you properly." Legolas returned the smile.
"But I can see you, and to know my line is prospering so well, is all I need to be happy."
"Bye Legolas." Draco touched two fingers to the water, creating a disturbance as the water flowed out. Legolas reached out two fingers, touching them to Draco's as he faded from view. Draco felt a slight shiver down his back as he stood up.
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The entrance hall was dark and empty. Nobody was there to greet him. The dining room was dimly lit, and the elves had already cleaned up dinner's remains. So he retreated to his bedroom, in the East Wing. His tough combat boots clanked softly on the carpeted corridor floor, the buckles whispering as each step took him closer to his room. He opened the door, and fell to his knees screaming as something hit him. It felt like his brain was being shredded inside out, like somebody was stabbing him in the skull. Suddenly there was a squeaking and it was gone.
"Sir! Sir! Hush...it's okay....Shhhh...shhhh..." A timid, trembling house-elf tipped something between his lips. He drank gratefully as the pain in his head subdued.
"Thank you." It was a new house-elf, Draco couldn't recognise her. She made as if to fade, but Draco stopped her.
"Hang on...please don't go...what was that?" The house-elf looked sad.
"Keys cannot tell you. Draco must rest, important day tomorrow." He realised her name was Keys.
"Please! I'm frightened, won't you stay with me?" Draco would never have admitted it, but the House-elves were under an oath of loyalty and didn't know how to tease him, so he was pretty safe.
"Keys cannot." The scared look was replaced with a sly one.
"But Keys knows where someone who would is."
"Who?" He was suspicious.
"Look in dungeons. Keys must go now, much work to be done." Draco was exasperated.
"Fine! Go!" She sent him a last sad smile as she faded from view.
"How to get into the Dungeons..."
Draco was scared to go down there himself. His mother kept many things down there that kept it from being safe. She even had an illegal Dementor guarding it. Maybe being Voldemort's pet slut had it's priveledges. First he needed the keys. He tried to ask himself why he was doing this, but his sub-conscious simply replied that he wouldn't be able to sleep if he tried anyway. There was still a dull ache at the back of his mind.
He prepared himself to cast a silencing charm on himself, but was then reminded that magic outside Hogwarts was forbidden. So he had to rely on good old-fashioned stealth instead as he snuck towards his parent's bedroom, and opened the door.
He was thoroughly disgusted by the noises emanating from the bed. His father would always choose Draco over Narcissa, that much was clear, but Narcissa was always ready for Lucius to dip his dick in. Hell, Narcissa was ready for the entire Death Eater population. She was currently screaming hard, he noticed his father pinning her down with his body.
"So you like it rough Narcissa?" Draco decided he definitely did not want to hear anymore of this gross commentary from Lucius, and grabbed the keys off the hook by the door and slipped out.
From here it was simply a matter to go down to the dungeons and find whatever Keys was talking about.