HIII!!! I am ALIVE!!! Here's chapter 21 for ya'!
Chapter Name: Draco's Birthday
Just to refresh ya'll memories, Draco's Grandmother's name is Marquesa.
Ezmerelda: lol!
Kaelli Karali: Okay, okay! Don't worry!!
*~*~*~*~*
A week after Thanksgiving it was Draco's birthday. He was sixteen years old now. December sixth. When Draco woke up he decided that since it was his birthday he shouldn't have to walk everywhere. He would Apparate!
Draco jumped out of bed and Apparated into his bathroom. Or he thought he did. He felt his body break into a million pieces as he concentrated on his familiar bathroom. Then he felt his body pieces moving along through the air.
Then he hit an invisible wall.
Draco was frozen in shock as his body pieces fell to the ground. (Well, as frozen in shock as you can be when you are in a million sections.) Then he silently cursed himself. (Of course he did it silently!)
"Heckate!" He thought. (Can you think when you've been dropped onto the floor, cut up into fragments? We'll just leave it as a mystery...) "The anti-Apparation wards!"
Lucius had set up some Dark anti-Apparation wards around the Manor that kept people from Apparating to the Manor when they weren't expected to. The wards made it so whoever was Apparating hit the invisible wall and stayed in fragments until someone came and helped them. Lucius always took them down during the beginning of Death Eater meetings and put them right back up when the last guest had arrived, to keep Aurors out. He also took them down when someone was expected.
Draco thought out his predicament carefully. How would anyone know to come up and help him? His wand had been dropped on the floor as soon as he hit the barrier.
When Draco couldn't work anything out he just thought.
"I wonder what I look like?" He thought. "Am I in a thousand pieces on the floor? Or am I invisible?" Draco couldn't see or feel anything. But he could hear. He could hear the wind was gently blowing through his thick, black, velvet curtains. It was an extremely scary dilemma to be in.
Draco lay there for who knows how long when he heard some footsteps coming towards his bedroom.
"Please," he pleaded. "Please let them come in here!!"
Draco heard his door open softly. Then he heard his Grandmother's shrill shriek.
"Is that you Draco?" she asked shrilly. Of course, Draco couldn't answer her so he just waited patiently for her to come and fix him.
"Oh Merlin!" Draco heard her mutter. "Lucius! Come up here!"
"No!" Draco yelled silently. "Not him!!"
Draco heard Lucius' soft footsteps on the stone floor. "What is - what the bloody devil?!" Draco heard Lucius exclaim.
"Accio!" Lucius said. Draco felt himself moving through the air.
"D***** Draco!" Lucius exclaimed. "What have you done?"
Draco remained silent of course hoping his father wasn't expecting an answer.
"Draconis Formathele!" Lucius commanded. Draco felt his pieces coming together. He could see now. He was lying on the bed.
"Adromorus!" Lucius said, pointing his wand at Draco. Draco felt his parts melt slightly and then join together.
Draco sat up and winced as his whole body popped.
"H-hello Father!" Draco said. "Hello Grandmother!"
They both stared at him.
"What did you do Draco?" Lucius finally asked.
Draco glanced at his Grandmother. Does she know he's a Death Eater? Would she be disappointed if she found out? Draco answered yes to the last question, though, he didn't know why.
"I found a book on Apparating in the library." Draco lied smoothly. "I was seeing if I could figure it out but I forgot about the anti-Apparation wards."
Draco's Grandmother looked down on him over her glasses, sternly.
"Draco!" she exclaimed. "You should know better than to try to Apparate! You don't learn that until your seventh year!"
Draco bowed his head hoping to look ashamed. "Yes ma'am. I'm sorry."
"Lucius! Do you have anything to say to your son?" Grandmother reprimanded.
"I am very disappointed in you Draco." Lucius began slowly. "I have taught you and taught you. You never heed what I say. Do you know what I am talking about Draco?"
Draco looked into his father's eyes, wondering if he was just playing along or not.
"No Father, I do not know what you are talking about."
Lucius looked at him. "I have always told you, never to try Apparation by yourself. Didn't I?"
Draco looked down at the floor.
"Yes Father. You have always told me. I am sorry I disobeyed you."
"You will not be punished this time. I am giving you a warrant though."
"Yes Father."
Then Draco's Grandmother spoke. "What possessed you to try Apparating anyways?" She interrogated.
Draco looked up at her. "I didn't want to have to walk around the house all day."
"Why?" asked his Grandmother. "You do everyday."
"Because it's my birthday!" Draco said surprised.
Lucius and his mother looked very surprised. They looked at each other.
"It is?" They asked.
"Yes." Draco said slowly.
Then Draco nearly hit himself in the head. His mother was the one who kept track of the birthdays.
"Well then," Grandmother said. "I guess I shall give you your present."
"But Grandmother," Draco said. "You've already given me a present. Remember the Firebolt 78?"
"Oh well." Marquesa said. "What are grandmothers for?"
*~*~*~*~*
Draco spent the day riding his Firebolt 78 and catching the practice Snitch his Grandmother had bought him.
At dinnertime Draco trudged into the house extremely muddy.
"Potter hasn't got a chance Grandmother!" Draco said excitedly as he sat down for dinner after washing up.
"That's very nice dear." Grandmother said absentmindedly as she painted her nails with her wand.
"Yeah!" Draco said his eyes shining maliciously.
"By the way Draco," Marquesa said. "You have a visitor."
"Yeah? I mean - really? Who is it?"
"Some girl. She's waiting in the parlor."
"Thank you Grandmother."
Then Draco left to the parlor dis-heartedly expecting Pansy Parkinson.
When he opened the black French doors he saw Tempest standing next to the wall admiring a painting of his great-great-great-great-great-great Grandfather. She started when he opened the door and cleared his throat.
"Hello Draco." She said smoothly. "Happy Birthday!"
"Thank you." Draco said. "Why are you here?"
Tempest stared at him. "I'm not allowed to visit my friends on their birthday?" She asked accusingly.
"I wasn't aware we were friends." Draco said hiding a smirk.
"Funny Draco." Tempest said, her hands on her hips.
Draco laughed and strode forward. Then he remembered something.
"How did you Apparate here? My Father always has the wards up."
Tempest grinned mischievously. "I Apparated to the boundary and walked to the gate from there. I kinda figured that your father would have them up, you know, considering how he acts to guests sometimes."
Draco did not know what she was talking about, but he brushed it off.
"So are you staying here long?"
"Nah," Tempest said. "Your father gave me permission to stay for dinner only."
"He did? Wow."
Tempest giggled and Draco vaguely wondered why he was hanging out with an eleven-year-old girl.
*~*~*~*~*
For dinner all of Draco's friends came. Ford was there all ready with Dungbombs until he met Draco's father. Then he put them away in a hurry. Tempest was watching Ford with great interest. Millicent Bulstrode was stuffing her face with chocolate éclairs. Pansy was glued to Draco's hip. Blaise Zabini was talking to Draco's grandmother.
Draco went up to his father, Pansy still stuck to him.
"Hello Father. I was wondering if I could question you?"
Lucius looked at Draco, extremely annoyed. "What do you want?"
Draco hesitated.
"Come on boy! I don't have all night!"
"I-I was just wondering; isn't Christmas break next week? How did you manage to convince Dumbl-I mean the Muggle-loving fool to let them come?" Draco almost let Dumbledore's name slip. It was not to be uttered in their household.
Lucius considered for a minutes. Wondering if he should talk in front of Pansy.
"Well son, I persuaded him by telling him it was your sixteenth birthday; Sweet Sixteen as Muggles call it. I knew he would fall for it as he's a Muggle-lover."
Pansy smirked. "You know? My father agrees completely with your views of Muggles, Mister Malfoy..."
Draco left hoping their conversation would last a long time.
*~*~*~*~*
As they all sat down for dinner they stacked presents onto Draco's lap. Draco politely pushed them onto the floor saying he would open them after dinner.
Draco sat at the Head of the table. His Father sat on the other side. Ford was next to Draco and also Pansy, of course. Draco's grandmother had excused herself because she had a headache.
The house elves sent up the food as they did at the Yule Ball. Draco ordered fried chicken.
Draco didn't choke on any bones.
*~*~*~*~*
After dinner Draco opened all his presents. Pansy bought him a very ugly necklace. It had a hippogriff on it. Blaise brought a Hogwarts School Rulebook. It was at least six inches thick. Millicent gave him a book on curses. Ford glanced at Lucius and told Draco he would give him his present when he came back to school. Draco sniggered. Tempest handed Draco a life- like model of a rare silver dragon, whose blood was said to heal all wounds, at the cost of its own life.
"It's real." Tempest had said. "But it's not life size and it can't blow fire."
Draco thanked all of his friends as they left for the carriages that would take them to the nearest magical train station, which would take them to Hogwarts from there.
*~*~*~*~*
Draco thanked his father for persuading Dumbledore (of course, Draco didn't say his name) and went up to see if his Grandmother was all right. Draco knocked on her chamber door and waited for her to acknowledge him. No answer.
Draco knocked again. When she still didn't answer Draco figured she must have taken some pain-reliving potion. She had probably fallen asleep because of the reaction of the asphodel and the ephedra. He always was good at potions. Just to make sure, Draco cracked and looked in. He saw her form lying snug under the covers.
Draco walked down the hall and stopped suddenly. A figure was lying in the middle of the hall, underneath the portrait of his cousin's uncles' step- grandfather, twice removed on his mother's side.
As Draco inched closer the thing came into view. Draco's heart stopped as he saw what it was.
*~*~*~*~*
Haha! I gave you a cliffie!! :-P If I get a couple reviews I'll write the next chapter sooner than this one was posted! Sorry, it's because my dog had puppies and with end-of-the-year tests I've been really busy, plus, I didn't know what to write next.
But I've realized that I have only a month and a half to finish it! So I'll try to update once every three or four days, and remember, reviews keep me going!
BEEFYWPAC
Chapter Name: Draco's Birthday
Just to refresh ya'll memories, Draco's Grandmother's name is Marquesa.
Ezmerelda: lol!
Kaelli Karali: Okay, okay! Don't worry!!
*~*~*~*~*
A week after Thanksgiving it was Draco's birthday. He was sixteen years old now. December sixth. When Draco woke up he decided that since it was his birthday he shouldn't have to walk everywhere. He would Apparate!
Draco jumped out of bed and Apparated into his bathroom. Or he thought he did. He felt his body break into a million pieces as he concentrated on his familiar bathroom. Then he felt his body pieces moving along through the air.
Then he hit an invisible wall.
Draco was frozen in shock as his body pieces fell to the ground. (Well, as frozen in shock as you can be when you are in a million sections.) Then he silently cursed himself. (Of course he did it silently!)
"Heckate!" He thought. (Can you think when you've been dropped onto the floor, cut up into fragments? We'll just leave it as a mystery...) "The anti-Apparation wards!"
Lucius had set up some Dark anti-Apparation wards around the Manor that kept people from Apparating to the Manor when they weren't expected to. The wards made it so whoever was Apparating hit the invisible wall and stayed in fragments until someone came and helped them. Lucius always took them down during the beginning of Death Eater meetings and put them right back up when the last guest had arrived, to keep Aurors out. He also took them down when someone was expected.
Draco thought out his predicament carefully. How would anyone know to come up and help him? His wand had been dropped on the floor as soon as he hit the barrier.
When Draco couldn't work anything out he just thought.
"I wonder what I look like?" He thought. "Am I in a thousand pieces on the floor? Or am I invisible?" Draco couldn't see or feel anything. But he could hear. He could hear the wind was gently blowing through his thick, black, velvet curtains. It was an extremely scary dilemma to be in.
Draco lay there for who knows how long when he heard some footsteps coming towards his bedroom.
"Please," he pleaded. "Please let them come in here!!"
Draco heard his door open softly. Then he heard his Grandmother's shrill shriek.
"Is that you Draco?" she asked shrilly. Of course, Draco couldn't answer her so he just waited patiently for her to come and fix him.
"Oh Merlin!" Draco heard her mutter. "Lucius! Come up here!"
"No!" Draco yelled silently. "Not him!!"
Draco heard Lucius' soft footsteps on the stone floor. "What is - what the bloody devil?!" Draco heard Lucius exclaim.
"Accio!" Lucius said. Draco felt himself moving through the air.
"D***** Draco!" Lucius exclaimed. "What have you done?"
Draco remained silent of course hoping his father wasn't expecting an answer.
"Draconis Formathele!" Lucius commanded. Draco felt his pieces coming together. He could see now. He was lying on the bed.
"Adromorus!" Lucius said, pointing his wand at Draco. Draco felt his parts melt slightly and then join together.
Draco sat up and winced as his whole body popped.
"H-hello Father!" Draco said. "Hello Grandmother!"
They both stared at him.
"What did you do Draco?" Lucius finally asked.
Draco glanced at his Grandmother. Does she know he's a Death Eater? Would she be disappointed if she found out? Draco answered yes to the last question, though, he didn't know why.
"I found a book on Apparating in the library." Draco lied smoothly. "I was seeing if I could figure it out but I forgot about the anti-Apparation wards."
Draco's Grandmother looked down on him over her glasses, sternly.
"Draco!" she exclaimed. "You should know better than to try to Apparate! You don't learn that until your seventh year!"
Draco bowed his head hoping to look ashamed. "Yes ma'am. I'm sorry."
"Lucius! Do you have anything to say to your son?" Grandmother reprimanded.
"I am very disappointed in you Draco." Lucius began slowly. "I have taught you and taught you. You never heed what I say. Do you know what I am talking about Draco?"
Draco looked into his father's eyes, wondering if he was just playing along or not.
"No Father, I do not know what you are talking about."
Lucius looked at him. "I have always told you, never to try Apparation by yourself. Didn't I?"
Draco looked down at the floor.
"Yes Father. You have always told me. I am sorry I disobeyed you."
"You will not be punished this time. I am giving you a warrant though."
"Yes Father."
Then Draco's Grandmother spoke. "What possessed you to try Apparating anyways?" She interrogated.
Draco looked up at her. "I didn't want to have to walk around the house all day."
"Why?" asked his Grandmother. "You do everyday."
"Because it's my birthday!" Draco said surprised.
Lucius and his mother looked very surprised. They looked at each other.
"It is?" They asked.
"Yes." Draco said slowly.
Then Draco nearly hit himself in the head. His mother was the one who kept track of the birthdays.
"Well then," Grandmother said. "I guess I shall give you your present."
"But Grandmother," Draco said. "You've already given me a present. Remember the Firebolt 78?"
"Oh well." Marquesa said. "What are grandmothers for?"
*~*~*~*~*
Draco spent the day riding his Firebolt 78 and catching the practice Snitch his Grandmother had bought him.
At dinnertime Draco trudged into the house extremely muddy.
"Potter hasn't got a chance Grandmother!" Draco said excitedly as he sat down for dinner after washing up.
"That's very nice dear." Grandmother said absentmindedly as she painted her nails with her wand.
"Yeah!" Draco said his eyes shining maliciously.
"By the way Draco," Marquesa said. "You have a visitor."
"Yeah? I mean - really? Who is it?"
"Some girl. She's waiting in the parlor."
"Thank you Grandmother."
Then Draco left to the parlor dis-heartedly expecting Pansy Parkinson.
When he opened the black French doors he saw Tempest standing next to the wall admiring a painting of his great-great-great-great-great-great Grandfather. She started when he opened the door and cleared his throat.
"Hello Draco." She said smoothly. "Happy Birthday!"
"Thank you." Draco said. "Why are you here?"
Tempest stared at him. "I'm not allowed to visit my friends on their birthday?" She asked accusingly.
"I wasn't aware we were friends." Draco said hiding a smirk.
"Funny Draco." Tempest said, her hands on her hips.
Draco laughed and strode forward. Then he remembered something.
"How did you Apparate here? My Father always has the wards up."
Tempest grinned mischievously. "I Apparated to the boundary and walked to the gate from there. I kinda figured that your father would have them up, you know, considering how he acts to guests sometimes."
Draco did not know what she was talking about, but he brushed it off.
"So are you staying here long?"
"Nah," Tempest said. "Your father gave me permission to stay for dinner only."
"He did? Wow."
Tempest giggled and Draco vaguely wondered why he was hanging out with an eleven-year-old girl.
*~*~*~*~*
For dinner all of Draco's friends came. Ford was there all ready with Dungbombs until he met Draco's father. Then he put them away in a hurry. Tempest was watching Ford with great interest. Millicent Bulstrode was stuffing her face with chocolate éclairs. Pansy was glued to Draco's hip. Blaise Zabini was talking to Draco's grandmother.
Draco went up to his father, Pansy still stuck to him.
"Hello Father. I was wondering if I could question you?"
Lucius looked at Draco, extremely annoyed. "What do you want?"
Draco hesitated.
"Come on boy! I don't have all night!"
"I-I was just wondering; isn't Christmas break next week? How did you manage to convince Dumbl-I mean the Muggle-loving fool to let them come?" Draco almost let Dumbledore's name slip. It was not to be uttered in their household.
Lucius considered for a minutes. Wondering if he should talk in front of Pansy.
"Well son, I persuaded him by telling him it was your sixteenth birthday; Sweet Sixteen as Muggles call it. I knew he would fall for it as he's a Muggle-lover."
Pansy smirked. "You know? My father agrees completely with your views of Muggles, Mister Malfoy..."
Draco left hoping their conversation would last a long time.
*~*~*~*~*
As they all sat down for dinner they stacked presents onto Draco's lap. Draco politely pushed them onto the floor saying he would open them after dinner.
Draco sat at the Head of the table. His Father sat on the other side. Ford was next to Draco and also Pansy, of course. Draco's grandmother had excused herself because she had a headache.
The house elves sent up the food as they did at the Yule Ball. Draco ordered fried chicken.
Draco didn't choke on any bones.
*~*~*~*~*
After dinner Draco opened all his presents. Pansy bought him a very ugly necklace. It had a hippogriff on it. Blaise brought a Hogwarts School Rulebook. It was at least six inches thick. Millicent gave him a book on curses. Ford glanced at Lucius and told Draco he would give him his present when he came back to school. Draco sniggered. Tempest handed Draco a life- like model of a rare silver dragon, whose blood was said to heal all wounds, at the cost of its own life.
"It's real." Tempest had said. "But it's not life size and it can't blow fire."
Draco thanked all of his friends as they left for the carriages that would take them to the nearest magical train station, which would take them to Hogwarts from there.
*~*~*~*~*
Draco thanked his father for persuading Dumbledore (of course, Draco didn't say his name) and went up to see if his Grandmother was all right. Draco knocked on her chamber door and waited for her to acknowledge him. No answer.
Draco knocked again. When she still didn't answer Draco figured she must have taken some pain-reliving potion. She had probably fallen asleep because of the reaction of the asphodel and the ephedra. He always was good at potions. Just to make sure, Draco cracked and looked in. He saw her form lying snug under the covers.
Draco walked down the hall and stopped suddenly. A figure was lying in the middle of the hall, underneath the portrait of his cousin's uncles' step- grandfather, twice removed on his mother's side.
As Draco inched closer the thing came into view. Draco's heart stopped as he saw what it was.
*~*~*~*~*
Haha! I gave you a cliffie!! :-P If I get a couple reviews I'll write the next chapter sooner than this one was posted! Sorry, it's because my dog had puppies and with end-of-the-year tests I've been really busy, plus, I didn't know what to write next.
But I've realized that I have only a month and a half to finish it! So I'll try to update once every three or four days, and remember, reviews keep me going!
BEEFYWPAC
