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Chapter Name: Flashback
Nestrik: Alright...I'm continuing! And thanks for the compliment!
Kaelli Karali: Right when I read your review I said to myself, "Alright I will!" And then I turned on Microsoft Word and started writing!
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Draco was very frightened. Well wouldn't you be too if that happened to you? Draco didn't know whether he should revive his father or not.
Draco chose the smart choice and left Lucius lying on the Library floor.
"Some Thanksgiving." Draco thought darkly. Of course, none of Draco's Thanksgivings were ever...joyful...or...happy. Draco remembered his first Thanksgiving he was allowed to sit at the big table with the adults...
~Flashback~
Eight-year-old Draco was very excited. Now that he was eight years old, the age of endowment to become a man in the Malfoy family, he would be allowed to sit at the big, fancy Thanksgiving table with the adults this year.
All day Draco had anticipated how the evening would go. He would enter the dining room in a graceful manner, a Malfoy family trait, and his father would proudly introduce him to all his friends (All Death Eaters of course).
His father would be proud of him, something Draco had sought all his life. Draco would sit at the head of the table alongside his father or mother. Then everyone would bow his or her heads in silent Grace.
After Grace, the food would be passed up and down the fifty-foot long table, which was covered in a thick, rich, hunter green table cloth.
When Draco received the food dish, he would only take a respectable amount of everything, for that would compliment the chef, which were never house elves...those creatures only cooked on occasions that weren't so formal and special. . He would only speak when spoken to, and he would eat everything on his plate; whether he liked it or not.
After everyone was fed and watered, Lucius would stand up and proudly make a toast to his heir, Draco. In the toast he would include how proud he was of Draco now that he was being endowed to manhood.
Yeah right.
Nice fantasy. But that's only what it was.
A fantasy.
Here's how the REAL night went:
Half an hour before dinner, all the guests arrived to catch up with old friends and to socialize. Draco nervously shook 20 or so hands congratulating him on becoming a man. Then 10 or so old women came up to him and pinched his cheeks.
Their nails were sharp. Long and sharp. And pink.
When the time came to sit at the table Draco entered the hall last so all eyes would be on him...
...as he tripped over what seemed to be a piece thread.
All the adults laughed and pointed at him. Except Lucius. Lucius just scowled.
Draco stood up quickly and furiously tried to blink back tears of embarrassment.
"Malfoys don't cry." He thought. "Especially in front of other people..."
Draco tried to pretend nothing happened as he took his seat. It wasn't next to his father. Or his mother. It was next to Pansy Parkinson. Draco wondered if she had been born with hormones. She held his hand under the table
Draco bowed his head and said a silent prayer in his head, "Please don't let me mess up again God, please..."
Then he felt sharp nails dig into the on top of his hand.
He yelped and knocked over a glass of pumpkin juice. Onto the table cloth. It turned wet and juicy. Thankfully, it was not white, but green. The pumpkin juice didn't show.
Draco muttered an apology as a house elf cleaned it up.
When the food was passed around Draco was determined not to make a mistake. He took a reasonable portion of everything that was passed to him and laid everything carefully onto his silver plate.
"Good job," Draco thought to himself. "You didn't spill any food..."
Draco examined his meal. A large variety of colors filled his plate. Draco took a bit out of a crisp looking piece of fried chicken. It was delicious. Spicy juices flowed into his mouth and over his tongue. The meat part of it was tender and juicy, filled with flavor. The skin was hot and zesty with just the right amount of crispiness.
Draco took another bite out of the mouth-watering chicken. He let it slide easily down his throat.
Then he gagged.
And sputtered.
He couldn't breath, a bone was constricting his airflow. He coughed again. Everyone was staring at him. No one was trying to help.
Finally, his Grandmother came to her senses and pointed her wand at him.
"Constricto Verdeste!"
The bone shot out of his throat.
It hit Lucius right between the eyes.
Draco ate carefully for the rest of the meal, chewing everything slowly and thoroughly.
After everyone was fed and watered, Lucius stood up and tapped his fork on his crystal goblet to make a toast.
"So he's not angry at me!" Draco thought happily. "He is still going to make me a toast!"
"First of all," Lucius started when he had everyone's attention. "I would like to thank everyone for showing up here tonight. It has been a joyous occasion for all of us."
"Except me," Draco thought sullenly.
"I would also like," Lucius continued. "To thank everyone who has contributed to making this a very special evening."
Draco waited patiently for Lucius to acknowledge him.
Then Lucius started again. "I also would like to apologize for Draco's actions."
Draco looked up at the sound of his name and in the sentence it was used. Lucius continued as though Draco weren't there.
"He obviously is not ready to be endowed into manhood. Thank you."
Then Lucius sat down.
Many other people made toasts to the host and his family, Draco didn't listen to any of them. He desperately wanted to escape to his room. To the warm comfort of his bed.
After everyone had left, Draco received a beating, unlike any other one.
His mother cried in her room.
~End Flashback~
Draco still remembered every detail of that dinner. It had been engraved into his mind by the beating he had received afterwards.
Draco decided, as he was walking to his room that he should revive Lucius before his Grandmother saw him.
Draco walked into the library. It was spotless except for Lucius, slumped on the floor and the Malfoy family history book, laying on the floor.
Draco took Lucius' wand and pointed it at him.
"Eneverate." Draco commanded.
Lucius sat up and rubbed his head.
"Draco?" he asked. "What's going on? Is it dinner time already? And...WHAT THE DEVIL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY WAND BOY!?"
Draco quickly thought of a story.
"A clumsy house elf knocked into you as you were walking out of the library. You hit your head on a bookshelf and obviously got a concussion. The house elf remained unscathed."
"Very well. The elf will be punished." Lucius said. "But you still haven't answered: what are you doing with my wand?" His dark gray eyes had a look of suspicion in them.
"I didn't know what would happen if you remained unconscious and I didn't have enough time to fetch my own wand because I thought you would die or something..." Draco trailed off uncertainly wondering if Lucius would buy the story.
Lucius studied Draco's eyes for a minute, then nodded his head.
"Very well. Has the Christmas cook come yet?"
Draco paused. "It's Thanksgiving Father." He said carefully. "Not Christmas. And no, the cook hasn't come yet."
Draco guessed the ghost (shadow, form, apparition?) of Salazar Slytherin erased Lucius' memory.
*~*~*~*~*
Draco sat at the huge table with his father and Grandmother. No other guests had come for the Thanksgiving dinner.
As they said Grace, Draco asked God to tell his mother 'hi' for him.
Draco bit into a crispy piece of chicken, remembering his first "adult" Thanksgiving.
Grandmother and Lucius carried on a pretty lively conversation for one old person and one evil person.
Draco half listened as they talked about the last Quidditch Cup. A team from America had come and played against Transylvania. 570 to 90; America's favor.
Draco went to bed that night and had strange dreams about Salazar Slytherin and his mother.
*~*~*~*~*
HI!!! How is everyone! Hope you guys like this chapter although it is pretty boring! If you can, can anyone tell me how to make italics and stuff! That would be greatly appreciated!
Translations to the Old English spoken in the last chapter:
"Stand up right Fool! You can not stop what s to come! Now, leave your son be!"
"Good luck. Fulfill the prophesy."
PLEASE REVIEW!!
Chapter Name: Flashback
Nestrik: Alright...I'm continuing! And thanks for the compliment!
Kaelli Karali: Right when I read your review I said to myself, "Alright I will!" And then I turned on Microsoft Word and started writing!
*~*~*~*~*
Draco was very frightened. Well wouldn't you be too if that happened to you? Draco didn't know whether he should revive his father or not.
Draco chose the smart choice and left Lucius lying on the Library floor.
"Some Thanksgiving." Draco thought darkly. Of course, none of Draco's Thanksgivings were ever...joyful...or...happy. Draco remembered his first Thanksgiving he was allowed to sit at the big table with the adults...
~Flashback~
Eight-year-old Draco was very excited. Now that he was eight years old, the age of endowment to become a man in the Malfoy family, he would be allowed to sit at the big, fancy Thanksgiving table with the adults this year.
All day Draco had anticipated how the evening would go. He would enter the dining room in a graceful manner, a Malfoy family trait, and his father would proudly introduce him to all his friends (All Death Eaters of course).
His father would be proud of him, something Draco had sought all his life. Draco would sit at the head of the table alongside his father or mother. Then everyone would bow his or her heads in silent Grace.
After Grace, the food would be passed up and down the fifty-foot long table, which was covered in a thick, rich, hunter green table cloth.
When Draco received the food dish, he would only take a respectable amount of everything, for that would compliment the chef, which were never house elves...those creatures only cooked on occasions that weren't so formal and special. . He would only speak when spoken to, and he would eat everything on his plate; whether he liked it or not.
After everyone was fed and watered, Lucius would stand up and proudly make a toast to his heir, Draco. In the toast he would include how proud he was of Draco now that he was being endowed to manhood.
Yeah right.
Nice fantasy. But that's only what it was.
A fantasy.
Here's how the REAL night went:
Half an hour before dinner, all the guests arrived to catch up with old friends and to socialize. Draco nervously shook 20 or so hands congratulating him on becoming a man. Then 10 or so old women came up to him and pinched his cheeks.
Their nails were sharp. Long and sharp. And pink.
When the time came to sit at the table Draco entered the hall last so all eyes would be on him...
...as he tripped over what seemed to be a piece thread.
All the adults laughed and pointed at him. Except Lucius. Lucius just scowled.
Draco stood up quickly and furiously tried to blink back tears of embarrassment.
"Malfoys don't cry." He thought. "Especially in front of other people..."
Draco tried to pretend nothing happened as he took his seat. It wasn't next to his father. Or his mother. It was next to Pansy Parkinson. Draco wondered if she had been born with hormones. She held his hand under the table
Draco bowed his head and said a silent prayer in his head, "Please don't let me mess up again God, please..."
Then he felt sharp nails dig into the on top of his hand.
He yelped and knocked over a glass of pumpkin juice. Onto the table cloth. It turned wet and juicy. Thankfully, it was not white, but green. The pumpkin juice didn't show.
Draco muttered an apology as a house elf cleaned it up.
When the food was passed around Draco was determined not to make a mistake. He took a reasonable portion of everything that was passed to him and laid everything carefully onto his silver plate.
"Good job," Draco thought to himself. "You didn't spill any food..."
Draco examined his meal. A large variety of colors filled his plate. Draco took a bit out of a crisp looking piece of fried chicken. It was delicious. Spicy juices flowed into his mouth and over his tongue. The meat part of it was tender and juicy, filled with flavor. The skin was hot and zesty with just the right amount of crispiness.
Draco took another bite out of the mouth-watering chicken. He let it slide easily down his throat.
Then he gagged.
And sputtered.
He couldn't breath, a bone was constricting his airflow. He coughed again. Everyone was staring at him. No one was trying to help.
Finally, his Grandmother came to her senses and pointed her wand at him.
"Constricto Verdeste!"
The bone shot out of his throat.
It hit Lucius right between the eyes.
Draco ate carefully for the rest of the meal, chewing everything slowly and thoroughly.
After everyone was fed and watered, Lucius stood up and tapped his fork on his crystal goblet to make a toast.
"So he's not angry at me!" Draco thought happily. "He is still going to make me a toast!"
"First of all," Lucius started when he had everyone's attention. "I would like to thank everyone for showing up here tonight. It has been a joyous occasion for all of us."
"Except me," Draco thought sullenly.
"I would also like," Lucius continued. "To thank everyone who has contributed to making this a very special evening."
Draco waited patiently for Lucius to acknowledge him.
Then Lucius started again. "I also would like to apologize for Draco's actions."
Draco looked up at the sound of his name and in the sentence it was used. Lucius continued as though Draco weren't there.
"He obviously is not ready to be endowed into manhood. Thank you."
Then Lucius sat down.
Many other people made toasts to the host and his family, Draco didn't listen to any of them. He desperately wanted to escape to his room. To the warm comfort of his bed.
After everyone had left, Draco received a beating, unlike any other one.
His mother cried in her room.
~End Flashback~
Draco still remembered every detail of that dinner. It had been engraved into his mind by the beating he had received afterwards.
Draco decided, as he was walking to his room that he should revive Lucius before his Grandmother saw him.
Draco walked into the library. It was spotless except for Lucius, slumped on the floor and the Malfoy family history book, laying on the floor.
Draco took Lucius' wand and pointed it at him.
"Eneverate." Draco commanded.
Lucius sat up and rubbed his head.
"Draco?" he asked. "What's going on? Is it dinner time already? And...WHAT THE DEVIL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY WAND BOY!?"
Draco quickly thought of a story.
"A clumsy house elf knocked into you as you were walking out of the library. You hit your head on a bookshelf and obviously got a concussion. The house elf remained unscathed."
"Very well. The elf will be punished." Lucius said. "But you still haven't answered: what are you doing with my wand?" His dark gray eyes had a look of suspicion in them.
"I didn't know what would happen if you remained unconscious and I didn't have enough time to fetch my own wand because I thought you would die or something..." Draco trailed off uncertainly wondering if Lucius would buy the story.
Lucius studied Draco's eyes for a minute, then nodded his head.
"Very well. Has the Christmas cook come yet?"
Draco paused. "It's Thanksgiving Father." He said carefully. "Not Christmas. And no, the cook hasn't come yet."
Draco guessed the ghost (shadow, form, apparition?) of Salazar Slytherin erased Lucius' memory.
*~*~*~*~*
Draco sat at the huge table with his father and Grandmother. No other guests had come for the Thanksgiving dinner.
As they said Grace, Draco asked God to tell his mother 'hi' for him.
Draco bit into a crispy piece of chicken, remembering his first "adult" Thanksgiving.
Grandmother and Lucius carried on a pretty lively conversation for one old person and one evil person.
Draco half listened as they talked about the last Quidditch Cup. A team from America had come and played against Transylvania. 570 to 90; America's favor.
Draco went to bed that night and had strange dreams about Salazar Slytherin and his mother.
*~*~*~*~*
HI!!! How is everyone! Hope you guys like this chapter although it is pretty boring! If you can, can anyone tell me how to make italics and stuff! That would be greatly appreciated!
Translations to the Old English spoken in the last chapter:
"Stand up right Fool! You can not stop what s to come! Now, leave your son be!"
"Good luck. Fulfill the prophesy."
PLEASE REVIEW!!
