Welcome to chapter two of American Angels! Two updates in one day, that
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Dedication:: To my mother, who bought me a brand new Draco Malfoy poster Ahh yummy!!
Disclaimer:: I don't own anything HP, J.K Rowling does, so there.
Contact:: Any questions comments, character profiles, concerns, ideas or complaints should be emailed to JessycaSuzan@aol.com, aimed to MooCandyCowMoo or posted here in a signed review!
Authors Note:: Make sure you send in your applications! And don't ;forget this, as I've been having quite a few problems with this lately, don't flame unless you have an actual reason!! (Not because oh your story sucked and blah blah blah) By the way, I got a new email address, so anything and everything should be emailed there. JessycaSuzan@aol.com!!
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The next morning, the family was back to normal. Meaning, lots of yelling, swearing and mixed emotions. Draco smugly reached across the breakfast table for the Cherries and got yelled at. Narcissa swore at Lucious for yelling at Draco and this started another uproar. Yeah, things were normal all right.
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Draco was in his room, again, trying to block out all the yelling, when his mother again came in.
"Draco please pack your bags, take everything you can stuff. Do NOT come out, no matter what you hear. I'll be all right. Take this," she pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her dress pocket and shoved it in his hand, "If you hear no noise downstairs, then go to the shed, take the Cleansweep 7 and fly here. This lady will get you a plane ticket. I will meet you at aunt Eugenia's."
"Aunt Eugenia? But she's in AMERICA!"
Narcissa kissed the top of his head, handed him her enchanted pack and left him.
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After he had stuffed nearly all his room into the small backpack, Draco stole down the stairs. Hearing no noise, he ran out the huge front door to the dusty old shed in the large backyard.
"Why do I have to take the damned Cleansweep?," wondered Draco as he eyed the other, much nicer and faster brooms.
Grunting and groaning, he grabbed the Cleansweep, and saw a note.
My Darling Draco,
I'm sorry to tell you this, but I will not be meeting you in America. Your father and I are having slight difficulties, so you'll be staying with you aunt and uncle until term begins. I will come pick you up. Do NOT stop at the address I infored you of, it will be far too dangerous. Go to America. Take a plane or a boat, whatever you can afford. I left a few thousand American Dollars in this envelope for food and clothes and such. Take care my American Angel, I hope to see you soon.
Love, Mother
Draco scowled at the envelope.
"Damn you father."
He kicked off and aimed towards the ocean. He would fly to America.
He didn't know how far it was.
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The next few days, he didn't sleep at all. He didn't eat. It felt like he didn't breathe. All he did was fly. Fast and high as he could. And listen. He listened a lot, because he couldn't see. He could hear birds. People. Everything. Finally, he reached the ocean. He landed softly on the shore to admire it's beauty. The soft, aqua color. The lashing and backlashing of the waves. Turning around, he saw a small motel. Grinning happily, he raced to it, and ordered a room.
"Thank you sir."
He walked into the small hotel room and looked around. It wasn't a mansion, but he adored it.
'I'm going to swim.' He thought to himself, as he took off his pants and boxers and changed into a pair of trunks.
He ran to the water, acting as a child, and dove, head first into the sandy bottoms. He splashed and swam for about 3 hours, until the sun went down. He dried off, and flew to a nearby restaurant.
'Guess I was lucky I landed in a wizarding village!'
He ate 3 grilled cheese sandwiches and 2 orders of fries.
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That night, he dreamed wonderful dreams of The United States. Beautiful Girls, Places to Go, Things To See. He couldn't wait. Around 4:30, he woke up, and decided he must get to America fast. It could take him days to cross the ocean, and he wanted to get there quickly.
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The wind whipped his hair and jacket as he flew over the small town and out into the ocean. The salty air smelled so good to his virgin nostrils. He flew over icebergs and ocean liners. He mixed in with flocks of seagulls, and got bit. All in great fun. That night though, was NOT great fun. He slept, holding on for dear life, to a buoy. He flew fast the next day, he could almost see shore. That night he perched on the deck of an cargo ship, the Titan. Finally, around 7 or 8 the next night, he saw the statue of liberty. Flourishingly, he landed upon Lady Liberty's crown.
"So, this bloody place is America?"
"Actually, it's not that bad."
Draco looked up to see a beautiful raven haired girl, floating just above him on a Nimbus 2002. She smiled and turned a back flip. She was showing off, a game Draco often played.
"Now, where the hell is Michigan?"
"Quite a few states to your North West. I'm from there. Where in Michigan are you planning on going to?"
"Westland"
"Oh, that's cool. By the way, what's your name?"
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. And yours?"
"Martinelli, Mary Martinelli. You're a full blood, I presume?"
"Hell yeah, no way am I a mud blood!"
She rolled her eyes at this, and agreed to take him to Westland Michigan, but first they had to pick up Mary's friends Jessyca and Grace.
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They stopped in a small tavern where Draco saw two charming young witches. Mary walked up to them and started talking ina hushed tone. One with dish water hair and hazel eyes keep throwing glances at him, and he waved. She immedietly ducked back into the group. Then, one with blonde hair and blue eyes sneezed.
"Bless you."
She looked taken aback.
"I didn't know you associated with Mudbloods like us."
"Ha, don't play bitch, I know you're not a mud blood."
Jessyca, the dish water blonde, snorted.
"Shows what you know, Mr. Malfoy. C'mon Mary, Grace. Let's ditch him in Michigan and get back to Callie!"
"Who's callie?"
"It's not a person dude, it's a place. Called CALIFORNIA!", retorted Grace.
"Girls, Girls! We all know you like him but can we please get a move on?"
Draco winked at Grace and Jessyca, before following Mary outside and onto his broom.
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Well, that was pretty long if I may say so myself. Check back in a few days for more updates, as my mom messed up my aol!! Peace!! :-D
Dedication:: To my mother, who bought me a brand new Draco Malfoy poster Ahh yummy!!
Disclaimer:: I don't own anything HP, J.K Rowling does, so there.
Contact:: Any questions comments, character profiles, concerns, ideas or complaints should be emailed to JessycaSuzan@aol.com, aimed to MooCandyCowMoo or posted here in a signed review!
Authors Note:: Make sure you send in your applications! And don't ;forget this, as I've been having quite a few problems with this lately, don't flame unless you have an actual reason!! (Not because oh your story sucked and blah blah blah) By the way, I got a new email address, so anything and everything should be emailed there. JessycaSuzan@aol.com!!
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The next morning, the family was back to normal. Meaning, lots of yelling, swearing and mixed emotions. Draco smugly reached across the breakfast table for the Cherries and got yelled at. Narcissa swore at Lucious for yelling at Draco and this started another uproar. Yeah, things were normal all right.
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Draco was in his room, again, trying to block out all the yelling, when his mother again came in.
"Draco please pack your bags, take everything you can stuff. Do NOT come out, no matter what you hear. I'll be all right. Take this," she pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her dress pocket and shoved it in his hand, "If you hear no noise downstairs, then go to the shed, take the Cleansweep 7 and fly here. This lady will get you a plane ticket. I will meet you at aunt Eugenia's."
"Aunt Eugenia? But she's in AMERICA!"
Narcissa kissed the top of his head, handed him her enchanted pack and left him.
__
After he had stuffed nearly all his room into the small backpack, Draco stole down the stairs. Hearing no noise, he ran out the huge front door to the dusty old shed in the large backyard.
"Why do I have to take the damned Cleansweep?," wondered Draco as he eyed the other, much nicer and faster brooms.
Grunting and groaning, he grabbed the Cleansweep, and saw a note.
My Darling Draco,
I'm sorry to tell you this, but I will not be meeting you in America. Your father and I are having slight difficulties, so you'll be staying with you aunt and uncle until term begins. I will come pick you up. Do NOT stop at the address I infored you of, it will be far too dangerous. Go to America. Take a plane or a boat, whatever you can afford. I left a few thousand American Dollars in this envelope for food and clothes and such. Take care my American Angel, I hope to see you soon.
Love, Mother
Draco scowled at the envelope.
"Damn you father."
He kicked off and aimed towards the ocean. He would fly to America.
He didn't know how far it was.
__
The next few days, he didn't sleep at all. He didn't eat. It felt like he didn't breathe. All he did was fly. Fast and high as he could. And listen. He listened a lot, because he couldn't see. He could hear birds. People. Everything. Finally, he reached the ocean. He landed softly on the shore to admire it's beauty. The soft, aqua color. The lashing and backlashing of the waves. Turning around, he saw a small motel. Grinning happily, he raced to it, and ordered a room.
"Thank you sir."
He walked into the small hotel room and looked around. It wasn't a mansion, but he adored it.
'I'm going to swim.' He thought to himself, as he took off his pants and boxers and changed into a pair of trunks.
He ran to the water, acting as a child, and dove, head first into the sandy bottoms. He splashed and swam for about 3 hours, until the sun went down. He dried off, and flew to a nearby restaurant.
'Guess I was lucky I landed in a wizarding village!'
He ate 3 grilled cheese sandwiches and 2 orders of fries.
__
That night, he dreamed wonderful dreams of The United States. Beautiful Girls, Places to Go, Things To See. He couldn't wait. Around 4:30, he woke up, and decided he must get to America fast. It could take him days to cross the ocean, and he wanted to get there quickly.
__
The wind whipped his hair and jacket as he flew over the small town and out into the ocean. The salty air smelled so good to his virgin nostrils. He flew over icebergs and ocean liners. He mixed in with flocks of seagulls, and got bit. All in great fun. That night though, was NOT great fun. He slept, holding on for dear life, to a buoy. He flew fast the next day, he could almost see shore. That night he perched on the deck of an cargo ship, the Titan. Finally, around 7 or 8 the next night, he saw the statue of liberty. Flourishingly, he landed upon Lady Liberty's crown.
"So, this bloody place is America?"
"Actually, it's not that bad."
Draco looked up to see a beautiful raven haired girl, floating just above him on a Nimbus 2002. She smiled and turned a back flip. She was showing off, a game Draco often played.
"Now, where the hell is Michigan?"
"Quite a few states to your North West. I'm from there. Where in Michigan are you planning on going to?"
"Westland"
"Oh, that's cool. By the way, what's your name?"
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. And yours?"
"Martinelli, Mary Martinelli. You're a full blood, I presume?"
"Hell yeah, no way am I a mud blood!"
She rolled her eyes at this, and agreed to take him to Westland Michigan, but first they had to pick up Mary's friends Jessyca and Grace.
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They stopped in a small tavern where Draco saw two charming young witches. Mary walked up to them and started talking ina hushed tone. One with dish water hair and hazel eyes keep throwing glances at him, and he waved. She immedietly ducked back into the group. Then, one with blonde hair and blue eyes sneezed.
"Bless you."
She looked taken aback.
"I didn't know you associated with Mudbloods like us."
"Ha, don't play bitch, I know you're not a mud blood."
Jessyca, the dish water blonde, snorted.
"Shows what you know, Mr. Malfoy. C'mon Mary, Grace. Let's ditch him in Michigan and get back to Callie!"
"Who's callie?"
"It's not a person dude, it's a place. Called CALIFORNIA!", retorted Grace.
"Girls, Girls! We all know you like him but can we please get a move on?"
Draco winked at Grace and Jessyca, before following Mary outside and onto his broom.
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Well, that was pretty long if I may say so myself. Check back in a few days for more updates, as my mom messed up my aol!! Peace!! :-D