Hey everyone! I hope anyone who read the first chapter liked it! This is my first attempt at writing a fan fic, so bear with me. Also, I'm sorry for the first chapter being so short. This chapter's going to be short too, but not as much. The third chapter's the long one.

disclaimer: I don't own anything. Everything Harry Potter related belongs to the brilliant J.K. Rowling. Azeroth (the name in the title) is from Warcraft II.

"DRACO LUCIOUS MALFOY! COME DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!"

Draco snapped his book shut as he jumped out of the bed at the sound of his father's booming voice. He had been reading one of his favorite books, The Hobbit (a popular muggle book), when he heard the one thing that made his insides churn, and his heart fill with terror. He didn't like muggles, really. He just didn't mind some of their books. Of course, he had to associate with them at one point, but other tan that he hated them.

He quickly placed the book inside a black metal box, locked it, and hid it underneath a loose floorboard beneath his bed. What could I have done now?, he thought to himself while making sure his collection of muggle books was safely hidden from view. Draco was a Malfoy, and as everyone knows, Malfoys are a very powerful dark family. Malfoys also detest "mudbloods", or muggle born witches and wizards. If his father were to find out that his only son had been reading muggle literature, Draco would most likely be severely beaten, or worse, be taken to one of his father's Death Eaters meetings and have his punishment decided by Lord Voldemort himself.

This had happened only once before and he had learned all too quickly to be extremely careful when hiding info about muggles or muggle objects. Draco shuddered at the thought of what happened to him one night, a few years ago: his father had found him laughing with a muggle boy when he was 8. (He didn't know he was a muggle at the time. He seemed like a wizard. He had a wand and black robes on, just like him. Unfortunately, Draco didn't know that it was just a regular muggle boy playing in his new costume he had gotten for Halloween). Furious, his father took him to Lord Voldemort where he was whipped 40 times in the back before having to witness the death of the little boy by the killing curse while screaming for his parents. He sould still hear his screams at night.

"DAMMIT DRACO! DO NOT MAKE ME COME UP THERE AND GET YOU MYSELF."

'Coming dad,' he thought bitterly as he sprinted our of his room. He ran down the winding stairs, past the pictures of his family, most of whom had been Death Eaters. The sounds of his feet echoed in the hallway. Draco hated this place. It was so dark and lifeless, and he had nothing but bad memories of his house. The house was beautifully really, with huge gargoyles outside, stone-tiled floors, and intricately designed chandeliers. Anyone else, who had not known of who lived there and what went on at the manor would have loved to live there. Draco turned a corner, and slowed to a jog entering his father's study.

"Alright, I'm here. Now what do you want?," Draco asked coldly.

Lucious's steel-grey eyes flickered maliciously. "Come come now Draco. There's no need for your attitude."

Draco stood, staring into his father's eyes.

"Your mother and I will be traveling to Ireland at the end of next week on business."

Somehow Draco felt that their "business" trip had to do with Voldemort.

"Therefore, you will need to find somewhere to stay."

"Why can't I just stay here?," Draco asked, still in his icy tone.

Lucious chuckled to himself, making Draco feel a little uneasy. "You can't be serious. After all that you've done, you're lucky you're not living in the dungeons permanently."

Draco's temper flared. "I did in live in the dungeons. For 5 months I lived down there!" He remembered the little muggle boy.

"And you would've stayed longer had it not been for your mother!," growled Lucious.

How the hell was I supposed to know that he was a muggle?, Draco thought to himself. I was eight years old for goodness' sake.

"Now, find somehere to stay or-"

"Or what?," Draco asked, a little frightened at what the answer might be.

"Nevermind finding somewhere to stay, my boy. You will be staying with the Dark Lord."

"WHAT!?," Draco protested.

"It's quite logical actually. Since I would've been taking you to my Death Eater meetings soon anyway, why not send you of to Him early? Just think of it, Draco. You are going to be the heir to the Greatest Wizard of All Time."

Draco just lowered his head. He knew better than to try and argue with his father on this subject. "Yes father," he muttered.

Lucious heard his snide remark and slapped Draco hard on the face. "You will NOT speak to me in such a tone. Now get out of my sight before I really lose my temper."

Draco quickly got up and walked back to his room, rubbing his jaw. He was about to lie down on his bed when he heard a tapping on his window. He got up and walked over to it. Seeing a large Barn Owl hovering outside of it, he opened his window to let the owl in. He grabbed the letter from the owl's beak. Reading it, the aching of his jaw suddenly disappeared and his heart lifted. "...the second to last week of the summer holidays, you will be staying at Hogwarts..." YES!, Draco thought as he ran around his room. He grabbed a galleon from his dresser and handed it to the owl. "Sorry, this is all I have for you." Nonetheless, the owl took it and flew away.

He smiled to himself at the thought of not having to stay with Voldemort. He reread the letter over again, sitting on his black velvet bed. Unlike Hermione's, Draco's letter read: ....You will be joined by this years Prefects, as well as the Head Girl.... Draco groaned as he thought of having to spend his entire final year at Hogwarts living with one of the people that he hated them most.The only thing that is going to ruin my fun, thought Draco, is that stupid mudblood bitch as Head Girl.