A/N: Here is the next part but you probably don't care what I have to say so just please read on and review....please? I would really be happy if you leave some reviews!
Disclaimers: Attic goes to VC Andrews and Harry and the gang go to JK Rowling. BUT I own the crappy song that Narcissa sings. Please when reading it, keep your laughter at a minimum. I know it is bad but be kind......
Dark Days, Lighter Mornings
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Harry was awoken by a stream of light hitting his eyes. *Damn all this sunlight* he thought to himself as he sat upright. *What is that muggle word? Photosynthesis. Well with all this damn light, I should be photosynthesizing like crazy* He looked around Ron's seeming overcrowded room.
Until the start of term, Seamus, Dean, and Hermione were all staying with the Weasleys. The household was usually smaller now that Percy and the twins no longer lived with their parents. (even though the twins were constantly back at home) Mrs. Weasley must be enjoying having a bunch of kids back in her home.
Harry got to his feet and creeped over Seamus to the door. He sneaked his way down to the kitchen but drew to a halt when he heard Mrs. and Mr. Weasley talking in hushed tones. He heard distinctly Mr. Weasley say "Malfoy." Harry knelt and listened in.
"Are you sure Arthur?"
"Positive Molly. I want the Ministry to check out the Malfoy Manor. Lucius has been TOO quiet and these rumors are disconcerting."
"But it wouldn't make any sense for him to kill his own heir."
"I know, but Dumbledore suspects that there is something up. Draco Malfoy didn't go to Hogwarts last year and the Headmaster is worried."
"Maybe he transferred to Durmstrang?"
"No, the Malfoys would need his school papers and stuff. But the Malfoy boy just disappeared without a trace. No, something is wrong. I agree with Dumbledore on this one."
"Has there been any word from Lucius?"
"No. Not since You-Know-Who's return. I have heard that Narcissa Malfoy has been seen more but that is just rumors."
"Rumors like Draco's death?"
"Yes more rumors."
"Will the Ministry of Magic check things out? That is horrible if it were true, the poor Malfoy boy."
"Molly your heart is too big, the Malfoy's have been nothing but trouble for us and their kid has been nothing but trouble for our kids."
"No matter what the boy has been, he must have a reason to act the way he did. And if these rumors are true, then maybe they are just more evidence that the boy had a less than stellar life at home."
Those words rang in Harry's ears. * And if these rumors are true, then maybe they are just more evidence that the boy had a less than stellar life at home...*
The conversation he had had earlier with Ron came rushing back to him.
* "I'm sure a wizard can hurt their kids just as much as any muggle could. I know that. Slytherins seem like some could come from those type of families."
"You mean like Malfoy?"*
Harry stood from his crouching position and continued down the stairs. He made sure that he made noise so that he didn't surprise Mr. And Mrs. Weasley when he entered the kitchen.
"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed as he sat down at the table. "Are you hungry for any food?"
He nodded slightly and watched Ron's mother scurry about the kitchen to get plates out for him. She was just setting down a plate of eggs and sausages when Ron, Seamus, and Dean came into the room. Dean looked wide-awake and hungry while Seamus and Ron looked barely awake and groggy.
"You look happy," Harry states to Ron as he took a seat next to him.
Ron grimaced and took a bite from Harry's eggs. "Well, Mister Bright-bloody-sunshine over there woke us up by throwing open the curtains and that bloody light wouldn't stop shining and wouldn't let me back to sleep." He tossed a glare at Dean who was helping himself to a plate of eggs from Mrs. Weasley.
"Well," Harry grinned ironically, pushing any thoughts of Malfoy to the back of his mind, "it IS going to be a sunny day..."
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Draco pressed his face to the closed and shuttered window, as close as he possible could press it. He could vaguely feel warmth, meaning that there was sunlight out there. It was going to be a nice and hot day out in the real world.
That was what Draco had taken to calling the outside world, it was the real world. Because everything inside the dark prison wasn't real, this was not his new home. All this darkness. This was not real. It was an imaginary world, a creation of Narcissa.
Pulling away from the window, he made his over to the bed. He sat on the edge of the high poster bed and waited. He knew what was going to happen. It was about time for her visit.
Just on cue, Narcissa could be heard unlocking the door. And just as he did with every visit, Draco peered over her shoulder into the brightly lit hallway that seemed miles away. Just one of these times he wished for the courage to push his mother down and break for the world beyond. But he could never find that courage. It always evaded him.
"How's my little dragon?" his mother crooned as she locked the door behind her and set the key on the large dusty wardrobe. Draco couldn't help but eye the key hungrily like it was the last drop of water in a desert.
"He is tired." He answered numbly.
"Why are you tired honey?" she asked and joined him on the bed,
He shrugged disheartedly, "Maybe because he is tired of the dark."
"My little dragon in the dark," Narcissa sang under her breath. She reached out a soft hand and stroked her son's head and began to sing softly.
"Locked away from the world,
Away from the danger
Away from the pain,
My dragon sits waiting,
For the day that he is free...
My dragon in the dark,
I know it is hard,
I know about your pain
I'm just saving you,
I want you to know that
When the stars have fallen,
And the dark will be lifted,
My dragon will be gone
To a world of plenty
And of love....
So please don't have fears
Please do not cry,
I'm saving you my dragon.
So banish your tears
My dragon.....
In the dark...."
Narcissa's voice faded as she held Draco closer to her. His head rested in her lap, tears coursed silently down his face. His mother had a beautiful speaking voice but she became veela like when she sang. All his misgivings about her seemed to vanish at her song. Maybe she was right.
Maybe she WAS saving him.
But from what? What was after him that forced him into the horrible attic?
Narcissa held him tighter as the tears came faster. She crooned to him softly, not making any real sense but her voice calming him just the same.
They sat like that for a while, Narcissa rocking Draco as his tears began to dry. He was half asleep in her lap, his nose clogged from his crying spell.
"Honey, do you remember what your father said?" she asked, her voice disrupting the very spell that it had placed on him.
He turned so that he could look up her from her lap. "What?"
"Malfoys don't cry. Now wipe your tears away. Your confinement will not be for much longer. Soon, my dragon, you will be let out of here. I am positive that you will be attending your sixth year at Hogwarts."
"Really? Mom are you sure?"
"Yes, now there will be only a few more dark days and nights. But remember, dark days bleed way for lighter mornings."
Disclaimers: Attic goes to VC Andrews and Harry and the gang go to JK Rowling. BUT I own the crappy song that Narcissa sings. Please when reading it, keep your laughter at a minimum. I know it is bad but be kind......
Dark Days, Lighter Mornings
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Harry was awoken by a stream of light hitting his eyes. *Damn all this sunlight* he thought to himself as he sat upright. *What is that muggle word? Photosynthesis. Well with all this damn light, I should be photosynthesizing like crazy* He looked around Ron's seeming overcrowded room.
Until the start of term, Seamus, Dean, and Hermione were all staying with the Weasleys. The household was usually smaller now that Percy and the twins no longer lived with their parents. (even though the twins were constantly back at home) Mrs. Weasley must be enjoying having a bunch of kids back in her home.
Harry got to his feet and creeped over Seamus to the door. He sneaked his way down to the kitchen but drew to a halt when he heard Mrs. and Mr. Weasley talking in hushed tones. He heard distinctly Mr. Weasley say "Malfoy." Harry knelt and listened in.
"Are you sure Arthur?"
"Positive Molly. I want the Ministry to check out the Malfoy Manor. Lucius has been TOO quiet and these rumors are disconcerting."
"But it wouldn't make any sense for him to kill his own heir."
"I know, but Dumbledore suspects that there is something up. Draco Malfoy didn't go to Hogwarts last year and the Headmaster is worried."
"Maybe he transferred to Durmstrang?"
"No, the Malfoys would need his school papers and stuff. But the Malfoy boy just disappeared without a trace. No, something is wrong. I agree with Dumbledore on this one."
"Has there been any word from Lucius?"
"No. Not since You-Know-Who's return. I have heard that Narcissa Malfoy has been seen more but that is just rumors."
"Rumors like Draco's death?"
"Yes more rumors."
"Will the Ministry of Magic check things out? That is horrible if it were true, the poor Malfoy boy."
"Molly your heart is too big, the Malfoy's have been nothing but trouble for us and their kid has been nothing but trouble for our kids."
"No matter what the boy has been, he must have a reason to act the way he did. And if these rumors are true, then maybe they are just more evidence that the boy had a less than stellar life at home."
Those words rang in Harry's ears. * And if these rumors are true, then maybe they are just more evidence that the boy had a less than stellar life at home...*
The conversation he had had earlier with Ron came rushing back to him.
* "I'm sure a wizard can hurt their kids just as much as any muggle could. I know that. Slytherins seem like some could come from those type of families."
"You mean like Malfoy?"*
Harry stood from his crouching position and continued down the stairs. He made sure that he made noise so that he didn't surprise Mr. And Mrs. Weasley when he entered the kitchen.
"Harry!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed as he sat down at the table. "Are you hungry for any food?"
He nodded slightly and watched Ron's mother scurry about the kitchen to get plates out for him. She was just setting down a plate of eggs and sausages when Ron, Seamus, and Dean came into the room. Dean looked wide-awake and hungry while Seamus and Ron looked barely awake and groggy.
"You look happy," Harry states to Ron as he took a seat next to him.
Ron grimaced and took a bite from Harry's eggs. "Well, Mister Bright-bloody-sunshine over there woke us up by throwing open the curtains and that bloody light wouldn't stop shining and wouldn't let me back to sleep." He tossed a glare at Dean who was helping himself to a plate of eggs from Mrs. Weasley.
"Well," Harry grinned ironically, pushing any thoughts of Malfoy to the back of his mind, "it IS going to be a sunny day..."
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Draco pressed his face to the closed and shuttered window, as close as he possible could press it. He could vaguely feel warmth, meaning that there was sunlight out there. It was going to be a nice and hot day out in the real world.
That was what Draco had taken to calling the outside world, it was the real world. Because everything inside the dark prison wasn't real, this was not his new home. All this darkness. This was not real. It was an imaginary world, a creation of Narcissa.
Pulling away from the window, he made his over to the bed. He sat on the edge of the high poster bed and waited. He knew what was going to happen. It was about time for her visit.
Just on cue, Narcissa could be heard unlocking the door. And just as he did with every visit, Draco peered over her shoulder into the brightly lit hallway that seemed miles away. Just one of these times he wished for the courage to push his mother down and break for the world beyond. But he could never find that courage. It always evaded him.
"How's my little dragon?" his mother crooned as she locked the door behind her and set the key on the large dusty wardrobe. Draco couldn't help but eye the key hungrily like it was the last drop of water in a desert.
"He is tired." He answered numbly.
"Why are you tired honey?" she asked and joined him on the bed,
He shrugged disheartedly, "Maybe because he is tired of the dark."
"My little dragon in the dark," Narcissa sang under her breath. She reached out a soft hand and stroked her son's head and began to sing softly.
"Locked away from the world,
Away from the danger
Away from the pain,
My dragon sits waiting,
For the day that he is free...
My dragon in the dark,
I know it is hard,
I know about your pain
I'm just saving you,
I want you to know that
When the stars have fallen,
And the dark will be lifted,
My dragon will be gone
To a world of plenty
And of love....
So please don't have fears
Please do not cry,
I'm saving you my dragon.
So banish your tears
My dragon.....
In the dark...."
Narcissa's voice faded as she held Draco closer to her. His head rested in her lap, tears coursed silently down his face. His mother had a beautiful speaking voice but she became veela like when she sang. All his misgivings about her seemed to vanish at her song. Maybe she was right.
Maybe she WAS saving him.
But from what? What was after him that forced him into the horrible attic?
Narcissa held him tighter as the tears came faster. She crooned to him softly, not making any real sense but her voice calming him just the same.
They sat like that for a while, Narcissa rocking Draco as his tears began to dry. He was half asleep in her lap, his nose clogged from his crying spell.
"Honey, do you remember what your father said?" she asked, her voice disrupting the very spell that it had placed on him.
He turned so that he could look up her from her lap. "What?"
"Malfoys don't cry. Now wipe your tears away. Your confinement will not be for much longer. Soon, my dragon, you will be let out of here. I am positive that you will be attending your sixth year at Hogwarts."
"Really? Mom are you sure?"
"Yes, now there will be only a few more dark days and nights. But remember, dark days bleed way for lighter mornings."