Title: Broken Wings
Author: black opal dragon
Summary/Plot: Draco decides to question his father's reason, he falls in love, has his heart broken, and is resurrected by an angel with broken wings. It's cryptic until you read it.
Warnings: language, blood, violence, angst (as best I can write it) general bad stuff, hence the rating. No sex, but some stuff in later chapters that some might call kinky, but it's not.
Archive: if you ask. if you want.
Pairings: Draco/original character, but don't let that put you off the fic.
Disclaimer: Oh yes, I almost forgot. I own Draco Malfoy, he's mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it JKR, so there =P (for those too stupid to realize I was sarcastic, go ahead and sue. All you'll get is my writing talent, and who'd want that?)
A/N: Back again, I'll try to keep the chapters coming at a steady rate, a decent length chapter every week, but I have no beta readers, and I have to go through all of this 50 times to make sure there are no mistakes, because nothing puts me off a fic more than spelling and grammatical errors. I might sound mean, but I can't help that it annoys me.
Draco's soon to be girlfriend will appear sooner or later, you'll see =) Draco's jacket thing has something vaguely resembling what my mother refers to as a Mandarin collar, it kinda goes an inch up his neck, and it's. um. dammit! I can't describe it. I'll find something similar and post the url to the pic later.
Belphegor's eyes are all one colour; there is no iris or pupil, no white, it's just a single colour, like a jewel. but. round? I can't describe it, it's 4:13 in the morning. The url for the vaguely-similar-to-Draco's-outfit- pic is http- blah blah blah, and the 3 w's that ff.net won't allow, then animevisions. net/ Pictures/ guys/ Oujirou. jpg (without spaces, of course.) only Draco's has no pockets, and a zip, not buttons, and it's black. Any questions? No? Good. The clasp on Draco's cloak is large and ornate, because he was bugging me for it. Got a problem with that? Then talk to my muse.
The first violin song played is the music Lestat plays with that gypsy girl on the beach in queen of the damned. It's beautiful. and scary. well, not scary, it's actually kinda upbeat, but it's cool anyway. (whee! I have queen of the damned on vhs!) The second is gothic and scary, and eerily beautiful. I made it up, on keyboard ^.^; but I'm not sharing. Use your imaginations. I only ever learned keyboard, I wanted to learn violin, but. I dunno, procrastination I guess. I'll get around to it.
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Lucius Malfoy walked through the crowd of well-dressed and well-to-do people that filled Ballroom 3, and made his way over to his son, who was leaning against a wall, a scowl plastered on his face.
What Lucius noticed first, was his son's clothes. Draco was wearing what appeared to be a smart black muggle Jacket, with silver detail. It was stylish, and a zip ran all the way up the front, but. it was muggle! Draco was also wearing black muggle trousers, and a cloak; the silver clasp and round red stone set in it gleamed in the magical torchlight.
And then he noticed the creature perched on Draco's shoulder. It was humanoid in shape, though he could not discern its gender, and a little over a foot tall. It had dark blue skin, pointed ears, large silver eyes, spiky blue hair streaked with silver, a long tail and a pair of large demon- like wings protruding from its back.
Draco turned to look at Lucius, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of his eyes.
"Father. How are you this evening?" He spoke calmly, unafraid of his Father's building rage. Lucius turned red, and then growled at Draco.
"Draco, you have disobeyed me. Not only do you come here wearing muggle clothes when you were meant to have dress robes, but I find you bonded to a fucking imp! "
Belphegor growled, its skin turning black, and its hair and eyes turning as red as the clasp on Draco's cloak. It had taken on a definitely feminine form, and it hissed, showing sharp white fangs. It clawed at Lucius, and he took a step back. Draco smiled.
"Now father, I think you've upset poor Belphegor, just look. Besides, Belphegor isn't an imp." Lucius looked closely at the creature, and it returned to its original colours, settling back onto Draco's shoulder.
"Then what the hell is it?" Lucius growled.
"Well, I'm not exactly sure," Draco answered nonchalantly, "it says it's not a demon, elf, imp, changeling, pixie, faery or anything I've found in the library."
"Fool!" his father seethed, "it could kill you." Draco smiled his irritatingly smug smile that he reserved for occasions like this.
"Father, I'm bonded to it. If it were going to cause me harm, I'd know it. Besides, to kill me, is to kill itself. Belphegor's malice is reserved for those who would wish to do me harm."
"B-but how." his father stuttered, the complexity of the situation slowly sinking in. Draco grinned.
"You'll never know." He then walked away, tiring of the conversation, leaving Lucius too stunned by his insolence to stop him.
A few minutes later, Narcissa walked up to him, her gorgeous blood red dress almost sweeping the floor as she moved.
"My son, it is true!" she stared at Belphegor, and Belphegor stared back. Draco smiled at her,
"That all depends on what you've heard. This is Belphegor, Belphegor, my mother, Narcissa." Belphegor bowed, and Narcissa acknowledged it with a nod. She turned to Draco, and opened her mouth to speak.
"Before you ask me how," Draco interrupted, "I won't tell you, so don't waste your breath. Don't ask what, either, because I have no idea."
Narcissa nodded, and then went to sit down, feeling faint.
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Draco walked around, seeing whom his father had invited. Death-eaters mostly, with the occasional rich pureblood thrown in here or there. There were people his age there, most of which he knew from Hogwarts, mostly Slytherins, but a couple of Ravenclaws as well. He saw nobody he wanted to talk to, so he kept walking.
He left the ballroom, and walked outside into the gardens, wrapping his cloak tightly around him, it was cold!
//It's freezing out here// he said to Belphegor, who was permanently linked with his mind.
*Yes, it is. Have you forgotten that it is the middle of winter?* Belphegor replied.
//No, I haven't, I just wasn't expecting it to be this cold. Hey Belphegor, can you actually speak as humans do?// He asked. Draco had been curious about this for some time. Belphegor took a while to reply.
*I can, but I do not speak aloud often, speaking as we are now ensures that nobody overhears our conversation.* He said wisely. Draco nodded, understanding. He walked through the garden, Belphegor resting on his shoulder for warmth. Neither spoke, and they stayed in comfortable silence until Belphegor warned Draco that there was someone nearby.
Draco looked around, not seeing anyone until Belphegor pointed to the base of a tree near the lake. A girl in an elegant black dress stood there. The light from the moon shone on her, and he could see that the dress was not black at all, but a very deep velvety blue, with tiny silver sparkles shining like the stars in the sky.
She stood with her back to him, looking out over the frozen lake, her straight black hair falling to her shoulder blades. She turned and looked at him, and he stood transfixed, staring into her eyes. They were a beautiful deep blue, like lapis, and then she smiled, and the world stopped turning. She walked up to him,
"Hello."
"Good evening my lady," he replied in the manner that was taught to him by his father, just another part of molding him into a clone of Lucius. "Why do you remain outside? Are you not cold?"
"I do not feel the cold," she replied, "I'm forgetting my manners, my name is Liadan." Draco smiled at her.
"My name is Draco, and this is Belphegor." Belphegor bowed to her, and she smiled at it.
"It's nice to meet you." The music from the ball indoors carried on the wind, and a faint tune reached her ears. She felt impulsive tonight. "May I have this dance?"
"I'd love to, but. I can't dance," Draco replied, hanging his head, "I skipped most of my dance lessons." He confessed. She smiled at him and took his hand.
"Your classes boring, hmm? Let me teach you the fun way." She took out her wand, ebony, and about 10 inches by the look of it. She still held Draco's hand, and she led him down to the lake. She pointed her wand at her dress, and it shortened, until it was knee-length, and had a fuller skirt. She spelled blades to the soles of her shoes, and did the same to Draco's. Smiling, she put her wand away.
Wordlessly, she unclasped his cloak and handed it to Belphegor, who was now sitting in the tree beside them. Belphegor took the cloak, and Liadan smiled at Draco.
"Come on, let's dance." She stepped onto the ice, and Draco followed. He found his balance easily, and they began to dance, twirling round and round on the ice as if they had been doing it all their lives. Draco found he liked this way of dancing; it was more fluid, more graceful than dancing in the ballroom.
The music faded, and they stepped off the ice. All he could think about was Liadan, she was beautiful, and she moved with that certain grace, and fluidness as if she were always dancing on the ice. She smiled that smile at him again.
"Any other lessons you skipped?" she asked, and he nodded, face flushed from the cool air, or was he blushing? She couldn't tell.
"There was violin too, but I doubt you could teach me to like classical music." She smiled.
"You play as well? What a coincidence. May I borrow your violin for a moment?" she asked. He nodded, and took his wand from Belphegor, who removed it from the hidden pocket in his cloak.
"Accio violin!" and the violin was in his hand. He was getting better at that charm. He handed the violin to her, and she took it and began to play. She started with a strange song he did not know, and, satisfied, she started to play music the likes of which Draco had never heard before. Gothic and scary, and eerily beautiful, the haunting melody sent shivers down his spine, and he was addicted. He wanted to learn. She stopped playing and looked up at him,
"See? Classical music isn't the only thing you can play on a violin." She handed him back his violin. Draco was staring open-mouthed. He quickly regained his composure, and took the violin, looking at it in a new light.
"Liadan, that's amazing!" She blushed, looking at her feet.
"I play in a band, it's kinda goth rock, but we write lots of different kinds of music." Draco moved over to lean against the tree, violin sill in hand. He smiled.
"I'd like to hear your music sometime." He said, meaning every word. She smiled shyly,
"I'd like that too." Draco heard Belphegor's voice in his mind,
*Draco, your father is wondering where you are* Draco swore, and Liadan looked at him, confused.
"My father's looking for me." He explained. Liadan tilted her head to one side curiously.
"How do you know?" Draco shivered in the cold, and Belphegor flew down from the tree, handing Draco his cloak.
"Thanks Belphegor. I know because Belphegor told me. He always seems to know these things." Liadan was really interested now. She moved closer to Belphegor, curiously.
"So you're telepathically linked or something?" Belphegor smiled and nodded, Draco's father appeared at the edge of the gardens,
"Draco!" He called, "Come back inside." Draco scowled, and Liadan kissed him on the cheek.
"I've got to go too. I'll owl you." And with that, she disappeared into the snow, fading out of sight quickly and silently, leaving a stunned Draco standing alone by the lake, holding his hand to his cheek.
Draco came back to reality with a jolt as his father reached the tree where he was standing. Lucius stood before him, blazing with anger.
"Get. Inside." Draco raised an eyebrow sardonically.
"Have you forgotten the last time this happened? I don't recommend that you anger me." Belphegor turned a darker shade of blue, and its eyes turned blood red. It growled warningly. Lucius snarled at Draco.
"Inside now, and you don't have to play violin for them." Draco glared at him, and, satisfied that Lucius was telling the truth, walked back up the path to the manor. Lucius stopped him at the door.
"I still have to introduce you to my associates, they're part of the inner circle, and I don't really want an unforgivable with my name on it, do you? No? Good. And, erm." he faltered, "Could you lose the imp, or whatever the hell it is, just for a little while? The inner circle are hex-happy maniacs to put it mildly."
Draco looked at Belphegor questioningly, and it faded out of sight. Draco could still feel its presence, and this reassured him. He stepped back into the ballroom, and followed his father into one of the adjoining rooms. About seven cloaked figures sat around a table, looking up as they saw Lucius enter. One stood,
"Ah, Lucius. And I presume this to be your son?" Lucius bowed low,
"Yes sir, he is the heir to the Malfoy estates, and fortune, and my place in the ranks of the dark lord." Draco cringed inwardly. There was no way he'd ever get the dark mark. Ever. The cloaked man walked up to him, wrenching his chin up so that Draco would look at him. The cold, calculating stare sent shivers of fear down his spine, and he could feel Belphegor bristling by his shoulder.
"Yes, when his time comes, he will serve our lord well. Does he possess any strange magical abilities?" Lucius nodded, stepping forward.
"Yes. When he was younger, he defended himself from a werewolf that managed to get into the grounds. He flung the creature halfway to the next town, and he was only eight, and had no wand. It is the strongest display of natural magical energy I have ever seen to date." Draco remembered that. It had been Belphegor, and not him who had done that, but he kept his mouth shut.
The death-eaters seemed happy, and Draco was dismissed. He fled to the safety of his room, and flung himself onto his bed. Belphegor materialized beside him, angry and spitting. It calmed down quite quickly, and Draco laid back on the bed, thinking about Liadan.
*You like her.* it was not a question.
"Yes." came the whispered reply, "but I don't deserve her. She's an angel, and I'm only a fool. I'm no better than my father."
*Sad is the day when I hear you say that. You are worth more than you think Draco.* Draco did not answer, he was already asleep.
A/N: okay, just to clear this up, Liadan is pronounced LEE-din, or LEE-uh- din, and it means grey lady, Liadan went to Hogwarts for almost a year, before her parents took her away to be home schooled, partially because of the Voldemort threat, and they wanted to teach her methods of defense that were frowned upon by Dumbledore and the ministry.
She was sorted into Ravenclaw. Her name means grey lady. How fucking ironic. She hates chess, loves snakes, and adores music and ice-dancing. Can't be called figure skating, acos it's different, and sometimes magic is used, it's confusing in my mind right now, so I'll shut up. She likes geckos as well as snakes, because she just does. =P the little disappearing act she does is magical, I might explain it later if you ask nicely.
Belphegor can take on a female or a male form, or something that is neither. Its colours shift with its mood. All fan art will be drooled over, then posted, then adored forever, immortalized in html, which I know limited amounts about. In other words, I'm begging for your pics of what you imagine Belphegor to look like. Or Liadan, or anything else for that matter. I know you people read this, so please review. The more reviews, the harder I work on these fics, the faster I post them, and the higher the quality. Ciao.
Author: black opal dragon
Summary/Plot: Draco decides to question his father's reason, he falls in love, has his heart broken, and is resurrected by an angel with broken wings. It's cryptic until you read it.
Warnings: language, blood, violence, angst (as best I can write it) general bad stuff, hence the rating. No sex, but some stuff in later chapters that some might call kinky, but it's not.
Archive: if you ask. if you want.
Pairings: Draco/original character, but don't let that put you off the fic.
Disclaimer: Oh yes, I almost forgot. I own Draco Malfoy, he's mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it JKR, so there =P (for those too stupid to realize I was sarcastic, go ahead and sue. All you'll get is my writing talent, and who'd want that?)
A/N: Back again, I'll try to keep the chapters coming at a steady rate, a decent length chapter every week, but I have no beta readers, and I have to go through all of this 50 times to make sure there are no mistakes, because nothing puts me off a fic more than spelling and grammatical errors. I might sound mean, but I can't help that it annoys me.
Draco's soon to be girlfriend will appear sooner or later, you'll see =) Draco's jacket thing has something vaguely resembling what my mother refers to as a Mandarin collar, it kinda goes an inch up his neck, and it's. um. dammit! I can't describe it. I'll find something similar and post the url to the pic later.
Belphegor's eyes are all one colour; there is no iris or pupil, no white, it's just a single colour, like a jewel. but. round? I can't describe it, it's 4:13 in the morning. The url for the vaguely-similar-to-Draco's-outfit- pic is http- blah blah blah, and the 3 w's that ff.net won't allow, then animevisions. net/ Pictures/ guys/ Oujirou. jpg (without spaces, of course.) only Draco's has no pockets, and a zip, not buttons, and it's black. Any questions? No? Good. The clasp on Draco's cloak is large and ornate, because he was bugging me for it. Got a problem with that? Then talk to my muse.
The first violin song played is the music Lestat plays with that gypsy girl on the beach in queen of the damned. It's beautiful. and scary. well, not scary, it's actually kinda upbeat, but it's cool anyway. (whee! I have queen of the damned on vhs!) The second is gothic and scary, and eerily beautiful. I made it up, on keyboard ^.^; but I'm not sharing. Use your imaginations. I only ever learned keyboard, I wanted to learn violin, but. I dunno, procrastination I guess. I'll get around to it.
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Lucius Malfoy walked through the crowd of well-dressed and well-to-do people that filled Ballroom 3, and made his way over to his son, who was leaning against a wall, a scowl plastered on his face.
What Lucius noticed first, was his son's clothes. Draco was wearing what appeared to be a smart black muggle Jacket, with silver detail. It was stylish, and a zip ran all the way up the front, but. it was muggle! Draco was also wearing black muggle trousers, and a cloak; the silver clasp and round red stone set in it gleamed in the magical torchlight.
And then he noticed the creature perched on Draco's shoulder. It was humanoid in shape, though he could not discern its gender, and a little over a foot tall. It had dark blue skin, pointed ears, large silver eyes, spiky blue hair streaked with silver, a long tail and a pair of large demon- like wings protruding from its back.
Draco turned to look at Lucius, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of his eyes.
"Father. How are you this evening?" He spoke calmly, unafraid of his Father's building rage. Lucius turned red, and then growled at Draco.
"Draco, you have disobeyed me. Not only do you come here wearing muggle clothes when you were meant to have dress robes, but I find you bonded to a fucking imp! "
Belphegor growled, its skin turning black, and its hair and eyes turning as red as the clasp on Draco's cloak. It had taken on a definitely feminine form, and it hissed, showing sharp white fangs. It clawed at Lucius, and he took a step back. Draco smiled.
"Now father, I think you've upset poor Belphegor, just look. Besides, Belphegor isn't an imp." Lucius looked closely at the creature, and it returned to its original colours, settling back onto Draco's shoulder.
"Then what the hell is it?" Lucius growled.
"Well, I'm not exactly sure," Draco answered nonchalantly, "it says it's not a demon, elf, imp, changeling, pixie, faery or anything I've found in the library."
"Fool!" his father seethed, "it could kill you." Draco smiled his irritatingly smug smile that he reserved for occasions like this.
"Father, I'm bonded to it. If it were going to cause me harm, I'd know it. Besides, to kill me, is to kill itself. Belphegor's malice is reserved for those who would wish to do me harm."
"B-but how." his father stuttered, the complexity of the situation slowly sinking in. Draco grinned.
"You'll never know." He then walked away, tiring of the conversation, leaving Lucius too stunned by his insolence to stop him.
A few minutes later, Narcissa walked up to him, her gorgeous blood red dress almost sweeping the floor as she moved.
"My son, it is true!" she stared at Belphegor, and Belphegor stared back. Draco smiled at her,
"That all depends on what you've heard. This is Belphegor, Belphegor, my mother, Narcissa." Belphegor bowed, and Narcissa acknowledged it with a nod. She turned to Draco, and opened her mouth to speak.
"Before you ask me how," Draco interrupted, "I won't tell you, so don't waste your breath. Don't ask what, either, because I have no idea."
Narcissa nodded, and then went to sit down, feeling faint.
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Draco walked around, seeing whom his father had invited. Death-eaters mostly, with the occasional rich pureblood thrown in here or there. There were people his age there, most of which he knew from Hogwarts, mostly Slytherins, but a couple of Ravenclaws as well. He saw nobody he wanted to talk to, so he kept walking.
He left the ballroom, and walked outside into the gardens, wrapping his cloak tightly around him, it was cold!
//It's freezing out here// he said to Belphegor, who was permanently linked with his mind.
*Yes, it is. Have you forgotten that it is the middle of winter?* Belphegor replied.
//No, I haven't, I just wasn't expecting it to be this cold. Hey Belphegor, can you actually speak as humans do?// He asked. Draco had been curious about this for some time. Belphegor took a while to reply.
*I can, but I do not speak aloud often, speaking as we are now ensures that nobody overhears our conversation.* He said wisely. Draco nodded, understanding. He walked through the garden, Belphegor resting on his shoulder for warmth. Neither spoke, and they stayed in comfortable silence until Belphegor warned Draco that there was someone nearby.
Draco looked around, not seeing anyone until Belphegor pointed to the base of a tree near the lake. A girl in an elegant black dress stood there. The light from the moon shone on her, and he could see that the dress was not black at all, but a very deep velvety blue, with tiny silver sparkles shining like the stars in the sky.
She stood with her back to him, looking out over the frozen lake, her straight black hair falling to her shoulder blades. She turned and looked at him, and he stood transfixed, staring into her eyes. They were a beautiful deep blue, like lapis, and then she smiled, and the world stopped turning. She walked up to him,
"Hello."
"Good evening my lady," he replied in the manner that was taught to him by his father, just another part of molding him into a clone of Lucius. "Why do you remain outside? Are you not cold?"
"I do not feel the cold," she replied, "I'm forgetting my manners, my name is Liadan." Draco smiled at her.
"My name is Draco, and this is Belphegor." Belphegor bowed to her, and she smiled at it.
"It's nice to meet you." The music from the ball indoors carried on the wind, and a faint tune reached her ears. She felt impulsive tonight. "May I have this dance?"
"I'd love to, but. I can't dance," Draco replied, hanging his head, "I skipped most of my dance lessons." He confessed. She smiled at him and took his hand.
"Your classes boring, hmm? Let me teach you the fun way." She took out her wand, ebony, and about 10 inches by the look of it. She still held Draco's hand, and she led him down to the lake. She pointed her wand at her dress, and it shortened, until it was knee-length, and had a fuller skirt. She spelled blades to the soles of her shoes, and did the same to Draco's. Smiling, she put her wand away.
Wordlessly, she unclasped his cloak and handed it to Belphegor, who was now sitting in the tree beside them. Belphegor took the cloak, and Liadan smiled at Draco.
"Come on, let's dance." She stepped onto the ice, and Draco followed. He found his balance easily, and they began to dance, twirling round and round on the ice as if they had been doing it all their lives. Draco found he liked this way of dancing; it was more fluid, more graceful than dancing in the ballroom.
The music faded, and they stepped off the ice. All he could think about was Liadan, she was beautiful, and she moved with that certain grace, and fluidness as if she were always dancing on the ice. She smiled that smile at him again.
"Any other lessons you skipped?" she asked, and he nodded, face flushed from the cool air, or was he blushing? She couldn't tell.
"There was violin too, but I doubt you could teach me to like classical music." She smiled.
"You play as well? What a coincidence. May I borrow your violin for a moment?" she asked. He nodded, and took his wand from Belphegor, who removed it from the hidden pocket in his cloak.
"Accio violin!" and the violin was in his hand. He was getting better at that charm. He handed the violin to her, and she took it and began to play. She started with a strange song he did not know, and, satisfied, she started to play music the likes of which Draco had never heard before. Gothic and scary, and eerily beautiful, the haunting melody sent shivers down his spine, and he was addicted. He wanted to learn. She stopped playing and looked up at him,
"See? Classical music isn't the only thing you can play on a violin." She handed him back his violin. Draco was staring open-mouthed. He quickly regained his composure, and took the violin, looking at it in a new light.
"Liadan, that's amazing!" She blushed, looking at her feet.
"I play in a band, it's kinda goth rock, but we write lots of different kinds of music." Draco moved over to lean against the tree, violin sill in hand. He smiled.
"I'd like to hear your music sometime." He said, meaning every word. She smiled shyly,
"I'd like that too." Draco heard Belphegor's voice in his mind,
*Draco, your father is wondering where you are* Draco swore, and Liadan looked at him, confused.
"My father's looking for me." He explained. Liadan tilted her head to one side curiously.
"How do you know?" Draco shivered in the cold, and Belphegor flew down from the tree, handing Draco his cloak.
"Thanks Belphegor. I know because Belphegor told me. He always seems to know these things." Liadan was really interested now. She moved closer to Belphegor, curiously.
"So you're telepathically linked or something?" Belphegor smiled and nodded, Draco's father appeared at the edge of the gardens,
"Draco!" He called, "Come back inside." Draco scowled, and Liadan kissed him on the cheek.
"I've got to go too. I'll owl you." And with that, she disappeared into the snow, fading out of sight quickly and silently, leaving a stunned Draco standing alone by the lake, holding his hand to his cheek.
Draco came back to reality with a jolt as his father reached the tree where he was standing. Lucius stood before him, blazing with anger.
"Get. Inside." Draco raised an eyebrow sardonically.
"Have you forgotten the last time this happened? I don't recommend that you anger me." Belphegor turned a darker shade of blue, and its eyes turned blood red. It growled warningly. Lucius snarled at Draco.
"Inside now, and you don't have to play violin for them." Draco glared at him, and, satisfied that Lucius was telling the truth, walked back up the path to the manor. Lucius stopped him at the door.
"I still have to introduce you to my associates, they're part of the inner circle, and I don't really want an unforgivable with my name on it, do you? No? Good. And, erm." he faltered, "Could you lose the imp, or whatever the hell it is, just for a little while? The inner circle are hex-happy maniacs to put it mildly."
Draco looked at Belphegor questioningly, and it faded out of sight. Draco could still feel its presence, and this reassured him. He stepped back into the ballroom, and followed his father into one of the adjoining rooms. About seven cloaked figures sat around a table, looking up as they saw Lucius enter. One stood,
"Ah, Lucius. And I presume this to be your son?" Lucius bowed low,
"Yes sir, he is the heir to the Malfoy estates, and fortune, and my place in the ranks of the dark lord." Draco cringed inwardly. There was no way he'd ever get the dark mark. Ever. The cloaked man walked up to him, wrenching his chin up so that Draco would look at him. The cold, calculating stare sent shivers of fear down his spine, and he could feel Belphegor bristling by his shoulder.
"Yes, when his time comes, he will serve our lord well. Does he possess any strange magical abilities?" Lucius nodded, stepping forward.
"Yes. When he was younger, he defended himself from a werewolf that managed to get into the grounds. He flung the creature halfway to the next town, and he was only eight, and had no wand. It is the strongest display of natural magical energy I have ever seen to date." Draco remembered that. It had been Belphegor, and not him who had done that, but he kept his mouth shut.
The death-eaters seemed happy, and Draco was dismissed. He fled to the safety of his room, and flung himself onto his bed. Belphegor materialized beside him, angry and spitting. It calmed down quite quickly, and Draco laid back on the bed, thinking about Liadan.
*You like her.* it was not a question.
"Yes." came the whispered reply, "but I don't deserve her. She's an angel, and I'm only a fool. I'm no better than my father."
*Sad is the day when I hear you say that. You are worth more than you think Draco.* Draco did not answer, he was already asleep.
A/N: okay, just to clear this up, Liadan is pronounced LEE-din, or LEE-uh- din, and it means grey lady, Liadan went to Hogwarts for almost a year, before her parents took her away to be home schooled, partially because of the Voldemort threat, and they wanted to teach her methods of defense that were frowned upon by Dumbledore and the ministry.
She was sorted into Ravenclaw. Her name means grey lady. How fucking ironic. She hates chess, loves snakes, and adores music and ice-dancing. Can't be called figure skating, acos it's different, and sometimes magic is used, it's confusing in my mind right now, so I'll shut up. She likes geckos as well as snakes, because she just does. =P the little disappearing act she does is magical, I might explain it later if you ask nicely.
Belphegor can take on a female or a male form, or something that is neither. Its colours shift with its mood. All fan art will be drooled over, then posted, then adored forever, immortalized in html, which I know limited amounts about. In other words, I'm begging for your pics of what you imagine Belphegor to look like. Or Liadan, or anything else for that matter. I know you people read this, so please review. The more reviews, the harder I work on these fics, the faster I post them, and the higher the quality. Ciao.