Draco's eyes squinted as white light spilled into them. They finally
adjusted and he found himself in a completely white room. He looked down to
even see himself in white pajamas and slippers.
"Hmmm, I wonder where I am," Draco pondered out loud. The melodious sound of a flute met his ears and he followed the sound to see a man. The man was in his early thirties, had blonde hair, fair looks and steely blue eyes. Blue just like Draco's.
"Hello, Draco!" Malicious welcomed and opened his arms. Even though Draco never knew his father, he couldn't deny the warm embrace he so badly needed. He even found himself crying into his father's shoulder.
"Dad?" Draco asked and looked at Malicious.
"Yes, my dear son." Draco noticed his father was also crying. Another beautiful sound came his way. A child's laugh. A young girl, wearing a white sundress came skipping towards them. Her apple cheeked face broke into a smile when she saw Draco.
"Big brother!" she jumped into Draco's arms and gave him a tight squeeze. Draco couldn't stifle the happy sobs that made their way. "Don't cry, big Brother," Alanna said while wiping away his tears. "We're together now."
"I don't think so," Malicious said while smiling and crossing his arms. Draco looked at him in a confused way. "Draco needs to go back. He needs to do much more." Alanna looked down at her feet.
"Does he really have to go? I haven't seen him for twenty years!"
"Yes, honey bear. He does." Malicious looked back up at Draco. "I've been watching you, my dearest son. You still have much to finish down on Earth before we can see each other again. I've seen you have a pretty lady friend." Draco chuckled. Malicious gave him another hug.
"Draco, never forget I love you. I've always have, even in death. Never forget that." Draco was so upset that he had to go so soon.
"I love you, Dad," Draco said and hugged his father and sister.
"It's time to go back, Draco. Go back to Hermione and your mother. We'll wait. No matter how long it takes," Malicious' voice echoed and Draco felt himself falling. Falling back down to Earth.
"Draaaaaaaacooooo. Draaaaacoooo," called a voice. Malicious nodded.
"Follow it back home," he instructed his son. Draco did and found himself in complete darkness. Oh. His eyes were still closed. He opened them to see his mother, Hermione and Ron standing over him. They all began smiling and crying when they saw him wake.
"Draco, you're okay!" Hermione cried and hugged him. Draco looked around. He was in a muggle hospital. Everyone was finally happy.
"WAIT!" Draco shouted. "Where's The Dark Lord? Father- err, I mean Lucius?" Narcissa patted his hand like she always did.
"Well, what we saw was the moon and the silhouette of a wolf on it and somehow the Death Eater's fled. Lucius pointed up to the sky and said 'It's a sign!' and they all ran off," Hermione explained. "I don't really get it."
"I do," Draco said and smiled. He began telling them about what happened when he was captured and about the images he got.
"I wonder what will happen now," Narcissa wondered. "Are we all going to have to go into hiding?"
"I don't think so," said an old, yet welcoming tone. They looked at the doorway to see Albus Dumbledore! Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! "I have heard both of you have been to university and there are two new job openings," he said with a blue twinkle in his eye.
"How did you find out?" Narcissa asked. Albus chuckled.
"I know these sort of things," he chuckled and winked. Hermione and Draco both exchanged glanced. Perhaps they should go teach at Hogwarts. This could be a whole new adventure for both of them.
So they enrolled. Hermione became the new Muggle Studies Professor and Draco was the new Charms Professor. They were ready. Ready for anything. Draco kept Salazar's sword and Hermione kept Draco's love. Ron went back to work at The Joke Shop, but Narcissa went into hiding. Be ready for the sequel soon. More swordplay, more Death Eaters and more romance is soon to come!
TO BE CONTINUED
"Hmmm, I wonder where I am," Draco pondered out loud. The melodious sound of a flute met his ears and he followed the sound to see a man. The man was in his early thirties, had blonde hair, fair looks and steely blue eyes. Blue just like Draco's.
"Hello, Draco!" Malicious welcomed and opened his arms. Even though Draco never knew his father, he couldn't deny the warm embrace he so badly needed. He even found himself crying into his father's shoulder.
"Dad?" Draco asked and looked at Malicious.
"Yes, my dear son." Draco noticed his father was also crying. Another beautiful sound came his way. A child's laugh. A young girl, wearing a white sundress came skipping towards them. Her apple cheeked face broke into a smile when she saw Draco.
"Big brother!" she jumped into Draco's arms and gave him a tight squeeze. Draco couldn't stifle the happy sobs that made their way. "Don't cry, big Brother," Alanna said while wiping away his tears. "We're together now."
"I don't think so," Malicious said while smiling and crossing his arms. Draco looked at him in a confused way. "Draco needs to go back. He needs to do much more." Alanna looked down at her feet.
"Does he really have to go? I haven't seen him for twenty years!"
"Yes, honey bear. He does." Malicious looked back up at Draco. "I've been watching you, my dearest son. You still have much to finish down on Earth before we can see each other again. I've seen you have a pretty lady friend." Draco chuckled. Malicious gave him another hug.
"Draco, never forget I love you. I've always have, even in death. Never forget that." Draco was so upset that he had to go so soon.
"I love you, Dad," Draco said and hugged his father and sister.
"It's time to go back, Draco. Go back to Hermione and your mother. We'll wait. No matter how long it takes," Malicious' voice echoed and Draco felt himself falling. Falling back down to Earth.
"Draaaaaaaacooooo. Draaaaacoooo," called a voice. Malicious nodded.
"Follow it back home," he instructed his son. Draco did and found himself in complete darkness. Oh. His eyes were still closed. He opened them to see his mother, Hermione and Ron standing over him. They all began smiling and crying when they saw him wake.
"Draco, you're okay!" Hermione cried and hugged him. Draco looked around. He was in a muggle hospital. Everyone was finally happy.
"WAIT!" Draco shouted. "Where's The Dark Lord? Father- err, I mean Lucius?" Narcissa patted his hand like she always did.
"Well, what we saw was the moon and the silhouette of a wolf on it and somehow the Death Eater's fled. Lucius pointed up to the sky and said 'It's a sign!' and they all ran off," Hermione explained. "I don't really get it."
"I do," Draco said and smiled. He began telling them about what happened when he was captured and about the images he got.
"I wonder what will happen now," Narcissa wondered. "Are we all going to have to go into hiding?"
"I don't think so," said an old, yet welcoming tone. They looked at the doorway to see Albus Dumbledore! Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! "I have heard both of you have been to university and there are two new job openings," he said with a blue twinkle in his eye.
"How did you find out?" Narcissa asked. Albus chuckled.
"I know these sort of things," he chuckled and winked. Hermione and Draco both exchanged glanced. Perhaps they should go teach at Hogwarts. This could be a whole new adventure for both of them.
So they enrolled. Hermione became the new Muggle Studies Professor and Draco was the new Charms Professor. They were ready. Ready for anything. Draco kept Salazar's sword and Hermione kept Draco's love. Ron went back to work at The Joke Shop, but Narcissa went into hiding. Be ready for the sequel soon. More swordplay, more Death Eaters and more romance is soon to come!
TO BE CONTINUED