Draco was quite pleased to get away from Hogwarts for the holidays. It was
a good life he had there but nothing could compare to quietly enjoying the
holidays with his children. It had been the first Christmas without Pansy
but so far it was looking as though it would be the best yet. On the train
home both Erik and Layla had been in good moods and therefore not fought
with each other. Layla seemed to radiate confidence rather than being the
little mouse he had always seen her to be. She teased Erik and when he
mocked her in return she took it good-naturedly. As they approach their
home Draco wondered how the old house would look. Would their housekeeper
have preserved it and kept it as magnificent as it always used to be. Upon
opening the door it certainly seemed as though she had. The house was
beautifully decorated with tinsel and glitter and the children immediately
noticed the huge pile of presents that lay under the tree.
The next day on reading the tags they quickly realised that some of the presents had been transported magically as some were from their Hogwarts friends. Packed in the corner was a tiny box marked;
For Erik, With love and thanks, Lili
Draco saw Erik quietly pocket the treasure and continue his way through his pile of presents. By eleven o'clock the three of them were happily sitting on the floor surrounded by gifts and paper wrapping. For the rest of the day they watched television and ate chocolate until it was time for dinner. Just as they were sitting down to enjoy their meal the front door swung open and Pansy staggered in, holding a bottle of Muggle whiskey and swaying from side to side. Her eyes were huge like an animals and she was cursing and swearing at the top of her voice.
"Not inviting me to share one more f****** meal with my screwed up family? I b***** well deserve to see my kids sometime Draco!" She screamed.
"Not while you're stinking drunk you won't." His voice was dangerously thin and soft. "Get out of my house. RIGHT NOW!" he yelled at the pathetic figure of his ex-wife. Stealing a glance at the children, Draco could see the fright in Erik's eyes and the entertainment in Layla's. He could believe she was enjoying this little scene. Perhaps she was more like Pansy than he had ever thought. Pansy swore for a few more minutes before she lurched her way out of the house. Draco rushed to the window to check that she was leaving when he saw her collapse in the street outside the house. He simply pulled the blinds down without a word to his children and continued to eat his dinner.
Four hours later Draco had gently pushed his children to bed and sat beside the fire reflecting upon his day. Everything had been going fine until Pansy had wrecked it. The children had gotten the presents that they had wanted and were having a great time until Pansy appeared. She had dampened everyone's spirits and it had taken them several butterbeers to cheer up again. Even so the atmosphere never quite returned to the friendly, relaxed way they had laughed and joked at first. Slowly he rose from his chair and gazed in the mirror. For a moment he could see the old Draco who had attended Hogwarts. His hair was neatly brushed back, his eyes were still young and full of life and his clothes were vibrant, fitted him perfectly and were the best that money could buy. Then that young Draco drowned in an image of Draco as he now stood. Gone was the tidy blonde hair, replaced by shorter, coarser hair with almost brown streaks through it. His twinkling blue eyes had lost their sparkle and showed signs of the pain and loss that he had been through. He had long stopped buying new robes. Instead he just mended any holes magically and tinted the colours to suit both his mood and the occasion. (He also washed them magically.)
He continued down the hall to his daughter's room. She was already asleep when he entered her room but still he moved over to her bed. As he sat down Layla stirred but simply turned and went back to sleep. As he turned to leave he caught sight a magazine under her bed. Draco pulled it out to see a blank cover. Knowing he shouldn't invade her privacy, he opened the cover to see the first page of a book named Dark Wizards of Our Time by Will E. Die. Draco took the book with him as he left the room, placed it on the kitchen table and went to say goodnight to Erik.
When he entered Erik's room, he too hid something from his father.
"Ok, give it to me!" Draco told him, sternly.
"No, its mine," Erik told him.
"Erik, I've just discovered your sister's hiding stuff from me. I'm not having you doing the same. Now give it to me!" Meekly Erik handed over a small velvet box. Draco opened the box to see a small ring dangling from a thin chain. The ring was a silver one with a small Celtic design carved into it. Also carved into it was;
Love Lili
Draco replaced the chain in the box and smirked slightly.
"Going out with Lili Potter?" He smiled.
"No, we're just friends. I did her a favour once." Erik blushed slightly as he said this. Draco realising the situation, quickly gave the box back and left the room after telling his son that he loved him. Refusing to dwell on the fact that his son was in love with the daughter of Harry Potter, he returned to the kitchen and picked up Layla's book. Without even glancing inside he realised that Layla was hiding some sort of Dark materials. Draco sat in his favourite chair before he opened the book for the second time. Again the sickening title flashed in front of his eyes as he began to read the introduction.
Welcome Heir Long ago your family was destined for greatness. Only the one true heir of Slytherin will be able to read the rest of this book. Your parents of the heir will also be able to read this. This book contains - Draco couldn't bear to read anymore. Surely Layla wasn't able to read this evil. Layla couldn't be the heir of Slytherin. She just couldn't be. That would mean she was also the heir of Voldemort.
The next day on reading the tags they quickly realised that some of the presents had been transported magically as some were from their Hogwarts friends. Packed in the corner was a tiny box marked;
For Erik, With love and thanks, Lili
Draco saw Erik quietly pocket the treasure and continue his way through his pile of presents. By eleven o'clock the three of them were happily sitting on the floor surrounded by gifts and paper wrapping. For the rest of the day they watched television and ate chocolate until it was time for dinner. Just as they were sitting down to enjoy their meal the front door swung open and Pansy staggered in, holding a bottle of Muggle whiskey and swaying from side to side. Her eyes were huge like an animals and she was cursing and swearing at the top of her voice.
"Not inviting me to share one more f****** meal with my screwed up family? I b***** well deserve to see my kids sometime Draco!" She screamed.
"Not while you're stinking drunk you won't." His voice was dangerously thin and soft. "Get out of my house. RIGHT NOW!" he yelled at the pathetic figure of his ex-wife. Stealing a glance at the children, Draco could see the fright in Erik's eyes and the entertainment in Layla's. He could believe she was enjoying this little scene. Perhaps she was more like Pansy than he had ever thought. Pansy swore for a few more minutes before she lurched her way out of the house. Draco rushed to the window to check that she was leaving when he saw her collapse in the street outside the house. He simply pulled the blinds down without a word to his children and continued to eat his dinner.
Four hours later Draco had gently pushed his children to bed and sat beside the fire reflecting upon his day. Everything had been going fine until Pansy had wrecked it. The children had gotten the presents that they had wanted and were having a great time until Pansy appeared. She had dampened everyone's spirits and it had taken them several butterbeers to cheer up again. Even so the atmosphere never quite returned to the friendly, relaxed way they had laughed and joked at first. Slowly he rose from his chair and gazed in the mirror. For a moment he could see the old Draco who had attended Hogwarts. His hair was neatly brushed back, his eyes were still young and full of life and his clothes were vibrant, fitted him perfectly and were the best that money could buy. Then that young Draco drowned in an image of Draco as he now stood. Gone was the tidy blonde hair, replaced by shorter, coarser hair with almost brown streaks through it. His twinkling blue eyes had lost their sparkle and showed signs of the pain and loss that he had been through. He had long stopped buying new robes. Instead he just mended any holes magically and tinted the colours to suit both his mood and the occasion. (He also washed them magically.)
He continued down the hall to his daughter's room. She was already asleep when he entered her room but still he moved over to her bed. As he sat down Layla stirred but simply turned and went back to sleep. As he turned to leave he caught sight a magazine under her bed. Draco pulled it out to see a blank cover. Knowing he shouldn't invade her privacy, he opened the cover to see the first page of a book named Dark Wizards of Our Time by Will E. Die. Draco took the book with him as he left the room, placed it on the kitchen table and went to say goodnight to Erik.
When he entered Erik's room, he too hid something from his father.
"Ok, give it to me!" Draco told him, sternly.
"No, its mine," Erik told him.
"Erik, I've just discovered your sister's hiding stuff from me. I'm not having you doing the same. Now give it to me!" Meekly Erik handed over a small velvet box. Draco opened the box to see a small ring dangling from a thin chain. The ring was a silver one with a small Celtic design carved into it. Also carved into it was;
Love Lili
Draco replaced the chain in the box and smirked slightly.
"Going out with Lili Potter?" He smiled.
"No, we're just friends. I did her a favour once." Erik blushed slightly as he said this. Draco realising the situation, quickly gave the box back and left the room after telling his son that he loved him. Refusing to dwell on the fact that his son was in love with the daughter of Harry Potter, he returned to the kitchen and picked up Layla's book. Without even glancing inside he realised that Layla was hiding some sort of Dark materials. Draco sat in his favourite chair before he opened the book for the second time. Again the sickening title flashed in front of his eyes as he began to read the introduction.
Welcome Heir Long ago your family was destined for greatness. Only the one true heir of Slytherin will be able to read the rest of this book. Your parents of the heir will also be able to read this. This book contains - Draco couldn't bear to read anymore. Surely Layla wasn't able to read this evil. Layla couldn't be the heir of Slytherin. She just couldn't be. That would mean she was also the heir of Voldemort.