Chapter Name: A Change of Heart and Tempest's Story
I think its kind of weird how Draco acts to Tempest being a ghost. But I guess it's because he's used to ghosts.
Rei.K (AKA Lambchop!) I know...I'm evil to Draco! Very funny nickname! But don't worry this is the only time I'm going to mention it!
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Tempest took a deep breath....or so it seemed because she can't breath....
"It was two months before start of term. I was at my house with my parents. I was so excited because next year I was going to start school in Hogwarts!
I was up in my room studying. Daddy had taught me SO many curses and protective spells that I was trying to even them out in my mind, if you know what I mean."
Draco nodded his head.
"Then I heard a crash and my dad was shouting at me to run. Then he started to yell bloody murder. I couldn't move. I was so scared. When I ran downstairs I wasn't even thinking. When I got to the living room I muffled a scream.
"Who were the people in your house?" Draco asked.
Tempest hesitated. "I don't really know. I don't even think they were HUMAN. They were tall and cloaked in all black. They weren't Dementors though. The chill that they give off wasn't present. I saw them doing something to my mum. They weren't torturing her...I don't know what they were doing. But she was screaming like my dad was. My dad was already slumped on the ground."
Tempest's eyes started watering.
"Before my mum took her last breath she lifted her wand and shouted some kind of spell. It hit me in the chest. I felt weird...like I was floating. Then she stopped yelling and fell on the ground.
"The things then turned and came toward me. One lifted up a long hand and started chanting something. I don't know what it was...it wasn't Latin or English. It sounded like German and Greek mixed into one. As the thing was chanting a horrible pain went through me. It was like they were burning all of my insides.
"I don't know when I died. I just remember shutting my eyes and when I opened them I saw myself on the ground and those things were gliding away."
"But why did you stay on earth?" Draco asked, mostly to himself.
Tempest looked at him. "I know the future...but I do not know that."
Draco almost asked, 'What is the future?' but remembered what happens when you ask ghosts the future.
Tempest continued. "We will probably never know why I stayed on earth."
Draco was silent. The garden had less people in it know. Draco watched with utter disgust as his father flirted with a married woman.
Tempest watch Draco carefully as he scowled at his father. She followed his gaze and saw Lucius flirting with a woman. She watched as a man, most probably the woman's husband, came up and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her away. Lucius blew her a kiss and she turned an extremely dark shade of red.
"Draco," Tempest said softly. Draco's mind jerked away from the nasty images of killing his father.
"What?" he asked.
"Does it bother you that I'm...well...not alive?"
Draco almost laughed. "There's a ghost in our dungeons and a ghost haunts one of the guestrooms. Oh, and I spend most of my life at Hogwarts where about twenty-five percent of the population is made up of ghosts."
Tempest laughed. "You're right! Sorry for being so dumb!"
Draco smirked.
"Well I have to go back to Hogwarts now!" Tempest said. "I have a Transfiguration lesson in ten minutes!"
A thought struck Draco. "How are you getting there? And how did you get here?" Draco asked.
Tempest smiled a mischievous. "Ghosts can Apparate! I'll Apparate to Hogsmeade and take a carriage there!"
Then Tempest was gone.
Draco sighed. 'I'll never figure her out.' He said to himself.
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Half an hour later Draco was sitting up in his room. He knew that on the outside is father grieved, but on the inside Narcissa was just a tool. An item to take his anger out on. Someone that would produce Lucius' heir.
Draco loved his mother though. When he was little and his father was in a drunken rage, he would get beaten. But his mother was always there to hold him and say that everything would be all right.
"Draco! Get down here!"
Draco sighed and trudged up towards the door. As he walked down the massive corridors portraits of old ancestors glared and sneered at him. Draco sighed again.
Draco walked into the parlor where his father had called him from.
"Yes Father?" Draco asked formally.
"Draco, would you like to go back to school for the Slytherin versus Ravenclaw game? Or would you rather stay here and enjoy our excellent Thanksgiving Feast?"
Draco weighed the choices in his mind. Thanksgiving at the Manor was always SO amazing! Slytherin DID have a backup seeker, Malcolm Braddock, but he didn't a as good a broom as Draco! But all the Ravenclaws were on pretty bad brooms...and if he left his father would be all alone in the Manor.
'Wait a minute!' Draco thought to himself. 'Am I worried about my father? The one who's not even sad that his wife is dead?'
But imagine what his father would do if Draco left? He would probably get drunk every night! But he might do that even when Draco is home...
"Hurry up boy!" Lucius growled.
Draco made up his mind.
"I'll stay Father."
"Very well. Leave my presence!"
Draco left.
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Draco couldn't sleep. Wherever he turned or whatever position he put himself in it was to hot. Draco hated heat. He was glad that the Manor had cooling charms on it.
"I guess the charms failed tonight." Draco said aloud. Then he got an idea.
"Elf!" he called snapping his fingers.
A little house-elf that Draco had never seen popped into his room. He couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl.
"How may Binky serve you Sir?" It asked in a small trembling voice.
"Well first you can tell me where you came from and if you're a male or a female." Draco said raising an eyebrow.
"Binky was born here while you was at Hogwarts Sir!" the elf squeaked. "And Binky is a girl, yes!"
"All right. Check on the cooling charms and if they're up and working start a cold fire!"
"Binky has checked on the cooling charms already today Young Master!" Binky said covering her mouth with her hands.
"I don't care!" Draco roared. He was now glad for the muting spells in his room so that no one would have to hear him when he got mad at an elf. "Go check them again!"
"Yes Sir!" the elf yelped. "Binky will have to punish herself most severely for defiling you Sir!"
"Good!" barked Draco. "And bring me a huge cup of hot chocolate with cream and extra sugar and vanilla with it!"
"Yes Sir!" Then Binky was gone.
Draco waited a good ten minutes before the forsaken elf came back with a giant, steaming mug in her hands.
Binky set the hot chocolate on Draco's bed stand and bent over the fire place to start a cooling fire. Draco saw that her hands were burned from the scorching mug.
After she lit the fire Binky came up to Draco nervously.
"The charms are all up Sir!" Then she added dumping some packets onto Draco's bed stand "And here is extra sugar and vanilla if you need any more!"
Draco thought for a minute. "Th-thank you." He stammered. He couldn't remember ever saying thank you before. 'Either that or I have a very bad memory!' Draco thought to himself. Then he added to Binky, "Your hands are burned enough from the mug. You don't need to punish yourself anymore." Then Draco hesitated again and pulled out his wand.
"Here I'll fix that for you." Draco pointed his wand at the wavering Binky.
"Reparo!" he muttered. Then her hands were clean of bruises, scrapes, and burns.
"Thank you sir!" Binky said before giving a small wave and disappearing into the thin air.
Draco lay down on his pillow. And whether lulled by the coolness of the fire or the deed he had just done, he fell into a comfortable sleep.
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Binky reappeared in the house elf sanctuaries. All of the elves crowded around her.
"How did it go?"
"Was he horrible to you?"
"What took you so long?"
"Did he punish you too bad?"
Binky held up her hands. All the elves gasped. They were unscared.
"He healed you?" asked an elf name Daisy.
"He did!" Binky squealed.
"He is usually very abusive!" said one of the elves. Then he turned around and banged his head on a cabinet.
"Bad Lobby! Bad!"
"Stop Lobby! I am trying to speak!" Binky cried. "Master Draco has undergone some sort of change unknown to our minds!"
The elves all murmured in agreement. "If he healed her he was certainly different!" They all agreed.
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Aww! Isn't Draco nice to Little Binky! Next chapter coming up soon! Reviews GREATLY appreciated since I only got one on the last chapter. : (
BEEFYWPAC
I think its kind of weird how Draco acts to Tempest being a ghost. But I guess it's because he's used to ghosts.
Rei.K (AKA Lambchop!) I know...I'm evil to Draco! Very funny nickname! But don't worry this is the only time I'm going to mention it!
*~*~*~*~*
Tempest took a deep breath....or so it seemed because she can't breath....
"It was two months before start of term. I was at my house with my parents. I was so excited because next year I was going to start school in Hogwarts!
I was up in my room studying. Daddy had taught me SO many curses and protective spells that I was trying to even them out in my mind, if you know what I mean."
Draco nodded his head.
"Then I heard a crash and my dad was shouting at me to run. Then he started to yell bloody murder. I couldn't move. I was so scared. When I ran downstairs I wasn't even thinking. When I got to the living room I muffled a scream.
"Who were the people in your house?" Draco asked.
Tempest hesitated. "I don't really know. I don't even think they were HUMAN. They were tall and cloaked in all black. They weren't Dementors though. The chill that they give off wasn't present. I saw them doing something to my mum. They weren't torturing her...I don't know what they were doing. But she was screaming like my dad was. My dad was already slumped on the ground."
Tempest's eyes started watering.
"Before my mum took her last breath she lifted her wand and shouted some kind of spell. It hit me in the chest. I felt weird...like I was floating. Then she stopped yelling and fell on the ground.
"The things then turned and came toward me. One lifted up a long hand and started chanting something. I don't know what it was...it wasn't Latin or English. It sounded like German and Greek mixed into one. As the thing was chanting a horrible pain went through me. It was like they were burning all of my insides.
"I don't know when I died. I just remember shutting my eyes and when I opened them I saw myself on the ground and those things were gliding away."
"But why did you stay on earth?" Draco asked, mostly to himself.
Tempest looked at him. "I know the future...but I do not know that."
Draco almost asked, 'What is the future?' but remembered what happens when you ask ghosts the future.
Tempest continued. "We will probably never know why I stayed on earth."
Draco was silent. The garden had less people in it know. Draco watched with utter disgust as his father flirted with a married woman.
Tempest watch Draco carefully as he scowled at his father. She followed his gaze and saw Lucius flirting with a woman. She watched as a man, most probably the woman's husband, came up and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her away. Lucius blew her a kiss and she turned an extremely dark shade of red.
"Draco," Tempest said softly. Draco's mind jerked away from the nasty images of killing his father.
"What?" he asked.
"Does it bother you that I'm...well...not alive?"
Draco almost laughed. "There's a ghost in our dungeons and a ghost haunts one of the guestrooms. Oh, and I spend most of my life at Hogwarts where about twenty-five percent of the population is made up of ghosts."
Tempest laughed. "You're right! Sorry for being so dumb!"
Draco smirked.
"Well I have to go back to Hogwarts now!" Tempest said. "I have a Transfiguration lesson in ten minutes!"
A thought struck Draco. "How are you getting there? And how did you get here?" Draco asked.
Tempest smiled a mischievous. "Ghosts can Apparate! I'll Apparate to Hogsmeade and take a carriage there!"
Then Tempest was gone.
Draco sighed. 'I'll never figure her out.' He said to himself.
*~*~*~*~*
Half an hour later Draco was sitting up in his room. He knew that on the outside is father grieved, but on the inside Narcissa was just a tool. An item to take his anger out on. Someone that would produce Lucius' heir.
Draco loved his mother though. When he was little and his father was in a drunken rage, he would get beaten. But his mother was always there to hold him and say that everything would be all right.
"Draco! Get down here!"
Draco sighed and trudged up towards the door. As he walked down the massive corridors portraits of old ancestors glared and sneered at him. Draco sighed again.
Draco walked into the parlor where his father had called him from.
"Yes Father?" Draco asked formally.
"Draco, would you like to go back to school for the Slytherin versus Ravenclaw game? Or would you rather stay here and enjoy our excellent Thanksgiving Feast?"
Draco weighed the choices in his mind. Thanksgiving at the Manor was always SO amazing! Slytherin DID have a backup seeker, Malcolm Braddock, but he didn't a as good a broom as Draco! But all the Ravenclaws were on pretty bad brooms...and if he left his father would be all alone in the Manor.
'Wait a minute!' Draco thought to himself. 'Am I worried about my father? The one who's not even sad that his wife is dead?'
But imagine what his father would do if Draco left? He would probably get drunk every night! But he might do that even when Draco is home...
"Hurry up boy!" Lucius growled.
Draco made up his mind.
"I'll stay Father."
"Very well. Leave my presence!"
Draco left.
*~*~*~*~*
Draco couldn't sleep. Wherever he turned or whatever position he put himself in it was to hot. Draco hated heat. He was glad that the Manor had cooling charms on it.
"I guess the charms failed tonight." Draco said aloud. Then he got an idea.
"Elf!" he called snapping his fingers.
A little house-elf that Draco had never seen popped into his room. He couldn't tell if it was a boy or girl.
"How may Binky serve you Sir?" It asked in a small trembling voice.
"Well first you can tell me where you came from and if you're a male or a female." Draco said raising an eyebrow.
"Binky was born here while you was at Hogwarts Sir!" the elf squeaked. "And Binky is a girl, yes!"
"All right. Check on the cooling charms and if they're up and working start a cold fire!"
"Binky has checked on the cooling charms already today Young Master!" Binky said covering her mouth with her hands.
"I don't care!" Draco roared. He was now glad for the muting spells in his room so that no one would have to hear him when he got mad at an elf. "Go check them again!"
"Yes Sir!" the elf yelped. "Binky will have to punish herself most severely for defiling you Sir!"
"Good!" barked Draco. "And bring me a huge cup of hot chocolate with cream and extra sugar and vanilla with it!"
"Yes Sir!" Then Binky was gone.
Draco waited a good ten minutes before the forsaken elf came back with a giant, steaming mug in her hands.
Binky set the hot chocolate on Draco's bed stand and bent over the fire place to start a cooling fire. Draco saw that her hands were burned from the scorching mug.
After she lit the fire Binky came up to Draco nervously.
"The charms are all up Sir!" Then she added dumping some packets onto Draco's bed stand "And here is extra sugar and vanilla if you need any more!"
Draco thought for a minute. "Th-thank you." He stammered. He couldn't remember ever saying thank you before. 'Either that or I have a very bad memory!' Draco thought to himself. Then he added to Binky, "Your hands are burned enough from the mug. You don't need to punish yourself anymore." Then Draco hesitated again and pulled out his wand.
"Here I'll fix that for you." Draco pointed his wand at the wavering Binky.
"Reparo!" he muttered. Then her hands were clean of bruises, scrapes, and burns.
"Thank you sir!" Binky said before giving a small wave and disappearing into the thin air.
Draco lay down on his pillow. And whether lulled by the coolness of the fire or the deed he had just done, he fell into a comfortable sleep.
*~*~*~*~*
Binky reappeared in the house elf sanctuaries. All of the elves crowded around her.
"How did it go?"
"Was he horrible to you?"
"What took you so long?"
"Did he punish you too bad?"
Binky held up her hands. All the elves gasped. They were unscared.
"He healed you?" asked an elf name Daisy.
"He did!" Binky squealed.
"He is usually very abusive!" said one of the elves. Then he turned around and banged his head on a cabinet.
"Bad Lobby! Bad!"
"Stop Lobby! I am trying to speak!" Binky cried. "Master Draco has undergone some sort of change unknown to our minds!"
The elves all murmured in agreement. "If he healed her he was certainly different!" They all agreed.
*~*~*~*~*
Aww! Isn't Draco nice to Little Binky! Next chapter coming up soon! Reviews GREATLY appreciated since I only got one on the last chapter. : (
BEEFYWPAC
