Chapter Name: What is it?
I got so many reviews! I was so exited that I decided to write this
chapter!
Ava( ): Thanks!
Lady Lestrange: Thank you so much for all your reviews! I really
appreciated them! Lol, good point! The Bibbidi Bobbity Boo did seem a little Muggle-ish! And yeah, LV meant Lord Voldemort. It was kind of not
obvious though!
Did you seriously cry on chapter 15? Wow. I have been reading your
story...it's very good!
Rei. Killer Pyro Fan: Is that you Rei.K? Where you been? Thanx for all the
reviews!
Kaelli Karali: You'll find out!
Ezmerelda: I know I am...but hey! I'm writing now aren't I? That's only a
two or four day wait, no?
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Draco inched closer to his grandmother's limp body. He turned her over and looked at her eyes. They were unblinking.
"Bloody hell." He whispered. "She's dead."
Draco looked closer at her and her eyes blinked. "Grandmother." He whispered. "Are you okay? What happened?"
Marquesa's eyes glazed over as she looked on her grandson.
"Draco," she said quietly. "The prophecy is real. You are the snow dragon."
Draco interrupted her. "Gramma we have to get you to Father! He'll know what to do!"
"Don't interrupt me boy!" Draco's grandmother coughed as she tried to yell at him. Blood was on her lips.
"I'm sorry Gramma." Draco said ashamed that he interrupted her in her last moments.
"It's real!" Marquesa grabbed at Draco's robes. "Don't take the wrong path." She had another coughing fit. More blood came up this time. Her time was drawing near.
Draco stroked her hair, knowing there was nothing he could do for her. He again thought of calling his father up but knew that Lucius wouldn't care. He would pretend to, but after she took her last breath he would scold Draco for interrupting him in whatever he was doing.
Draco noticed that her grip on his robes had loosened. He looked down at her. She was dead. Draco was filled with grief and anger. Who did this to her? She was a very healthy old lady. She couldn't have been able to drop dead if she wanted to. Whoever did it killed off the last person that Draco loved. Draco wanted revenge.
Heavy footsteps sounded up the stairs. Lucius came into view. His eyes widened as he saw his mother lying on the ground, blood crusting on her lips. He strode over to her.
"What happened Draco." He asked sharply.
"I walked to her room to see if she was okay, to see if her headache had gone. I knocked on the door but she didn't answer. So I opened it slightly and saw her lying...in...bed?" Draco jumped up.
"Where are you going?" Lucius demanded.
"I saw her lying in bed." Draco yelled over his shoulder. "Then I came out here and saw her slumped on the floor."
Draco kicked open Marquesa's door when he got to it. He sprinted over to the form lying on the bed. It was a pillow.
"D***!" Draco exclaimed.
Lucius walked up. "You saw her lying in bed did you?" He asked coldly.
"I-I thought it was her! I didn't know it was the bloody forsaken pillow!"
Draco was starting to face the real truth now. She was gone. Taken from him just like his mother had been.
Draco looked at the floor and was astonished as he saw a tear fall onto the cold stone.
"Wipe the d*** tears out of your eyes boy." Lucius said angrily. "Malfoys don't cry under any circumstances."
Draco quickly wiped his eyes remembering the last time he cried.
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Flashback
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On the sunshiny days in April the sun shined brightly onto the grass. Birds flew through the air.
But this was outside the barrier of the Malfoy Manor. Sunshine did not hit the stone walls of the huge castle. Birds flew into the invisible wall and fell to the ground, stunned. Draco had learned not to care when he was three. He was trained that creatures were created to be tortured.
One day Draco was out wandering around in the forest behind his house. It was a daily activity for this five-year-old platinum haired boy. Draco was walking past the poison mushrooms as he heard a small cry of help.
Draco followed the almost metallic pleas through the mushrooms and into the barb bushes. Draco was cautioned always by his mother to never go near these. Ten feet tall, the bushes were, and covered in thorns that could paralyze anything if they were caught in the toxic spikes for too long. No to mention the thorns were very painful.
As Draco grew ever closer to the tiny cries he saw something that made his little five-year-old heart go out to the victims.
It seemed a family of faeries were trying to fly through the bushes, but somehow all of them had gotten caught in the thorns. There was a mother, father, a teenaged girl and a little boy, who resembled Draco except for his pointy ears and green eyes.
Draco soothed them in a quiet tone as he pulled them out one by one, with his chubby, yet graceful, fingers. The thorns had punctured them all. Draco asked them who did this to them.
The father answered in a high voice.
"A big bird came and took all of us in our beds and pinned us to the big bush."
"I will help you." Draco said, picking the all up and putting them into his pocket. Their wings were to severed to fly.
Draco ran all the way back to the Manor and up to his room. He closed the door quietly so he wouldn't disturb his father.
Draco made some crude beds, chairs, and blankets out of books and ripped clothing that he never wore anymore.
"Now you guys be quite while I find a potion to heal your cuts or else my father will be angry."
Draco ran to the bathroom and opened the cabinet in search of the purple bottle to heal cuts that his mother always had on handy, which is a good idea if you have a toddler.
Draco found it behind some sleeping potion and he carefully ran up to his room with it.
As Draco entered his room he gasped and dropped the bottle.
Lucius was leering at the faeries, a terrible look in his eyes.
"F-father!" Draco said, terrified. "They were hurt! They were in the thorn bushes!"
"In the thorn bushes, huh?" Lucius said, advancing on Draco. "And haven't your mother and I always told you not to go near them?"
"Y-yes Father! But they were hurt!" Draco stuttered.
"I have taught you, and taught you. Creatures were created for torture. What do I have to do to reinforce that?"
Draco didn't answer, so Lucius said, "I think I will make my own punishment instead of you thinking of one that is not suitable. Ah, yes. I think I have one! Bring the faeries and yourself downstairs into the dungeons as soon as you clean up this mess!" Lucius said indicating the broken bottle and potion all over the floor.
"Yes Father." Draco muttered as Lucius strode out of the room smirking.
After Draco had finished cleaning the glass and potion with the help of a house elf he gathered up the faeries. They looked very scared. As Draco walked down to the dungeons he whispered to them, "I'm sorry he found you. Something very bad is going to happen. He might kill you. It would be better than being paralyzed your whole life."
The two girls were crying softly and sniffling. The two boys, however, were not. The son was wrapped up in his father's arms and the father was whispering reassuring words into his pointed ears.
Draco entered the dungeons. His father was there, waiting with tiny instruments of torture.
"Give them to me Draco." Lucius commanded. Draco closed his eyes and slowly walked over to his father. He held out his hand and Lucius snatched the faeries up greedily. Then he tied all the faeries to the table, and tied Draco to a chair.
Then he began torturing the tiny creatures. Draco screamed and cried and tried to close his eyes but Lucius had put a spell on them so that Draco could only blink. Draco couldn't look anywhere else as his father had put the paralyzing spell on him.
"The longer you cry the longer they will be tortured!" Lucius roared through Draco's screams.
Draco tried to stop crying but to no avail. The faeries were writhing and screaming with all their little faerie might.
"I'm sorry!" Draco screamed to them. "I'm sorry!"
Then he passed out.
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End Flashback
*~*~*~*~*
Draco could still remember their high-pitched voices, begging for death.
Lucius levitated Marquesa's body to the parlor. There, he laid her on a couch and summoned a coffin.
"Are we going to have a funeral for her Father?" Draco asked quietly.
"No, son. We are just going to bury her in the cemetery right now."
"But Father, its dark!"
"Don't you think I know that, idiot boy? What do you think we have magic for?"
"Oh." Draco felt quite stupid.
Draco followed his father out to the old cemetery. The funeral (if that's what you want to call it) was simple, short, and quiet. Lucius summoned some light, muttered a spell and a hole appeared in the ground where Marquesa would be buried. Then he levitated the coffin into the hole and sealed it with a spell before burying it with another spell. Lucius then said a prayer to bless his mother's soul and then went back up to the house.
Draco stayed behind in the dark, for as soon as Lucius left, so did the summoned light.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save you Grandmother." Draco whispered quietly. "I'm sorry I didn't even try."
Draco picked a black rose from the nearest bush and placed it carefully on top of the freshly dug earth. As he turned around and walked away, the wind blew the petals of the rose into the night until only the stem and bud were left.
As Draco crept up to his room, into his bed, a horrible feeling of hate and revenge washed over him. He would get revenge on whoever did this to his Grandmother.
*~*~*~*~*
Haha! How did ya like it? I thought it was pretty good! How 'bout you?
BEEFYWPAC
I got so many reviews! I was so exited that I decided to write this
chapter!
Ava( ): Thanks!
Lady Lestrange: Thank you so much for all your reviews! I really
appreciated them! Lol, good point! The Bibbidi Bobbity Boo did seem a little Muggle-ish! And yeah, LV meant Lord Voldemort. It was kind of not
obvious though!
Did you seriously cry on chapter 15? Wow. I have been reading your
story...it's very good!
Rei. Killer Pyro Fan: Is that you Rei.K? Where you been? Thanx for all the
reviews!
Kaelli Karali: You'll find out!
Ezmerelda: I know I am...but hey! I'm writing now aren't I? That's only a
two or four day wait, no?
*~*~*~*~*
Draco inched closer to his grandmother's limp body. He turned her over and looked at her eyes. They were unblinking.
"Bloody hell." He whispered. "She's dead."
Draco looked closer at her and her eyes blinked. "Grandmother." He whispered. "Are you okay? What happened?"
Marquesa's eyes glazed over as she looked on her grandson.
"Draco," she said quietly. "The prophecy is real. You are the snow dragon."
Draco interrupted her. "Gramma we have to get you to Father! He'll know what to do!"
"Don't interrupt me boy!" Draco's grandmother coughed as she tried to yell at him. Blood was on her lips.
"I'm sorry Gramma." Draco said ashamed that he interrupted her in her last moments.
"It's real!" Marquesa grabbed at Draco's robes. "Don't take the wrong path." She had another coughing fit. More blood came up this time. Her time was drawing near.
Draco stroked her hair, knowing there was nothing he could do for her. He again thought of calling his father up but knew that Lucius wouldn't care. He would pretend to, but after she took her last breath he would scold Draco for interrupting him in whatever he was doing.
Draco noticed that her grip on his robes had loosened. He looked down at her. She was dead. Draco was filled with grief and anger. Who did this to her? She was a very healthy old lady. She couldn't have been able to drop dead if she wanted to. Whoever did it killed off the last person that Draco loved. Draco wanted revenge.
Heavy footsteps sounded up the stairs. Lucius came into view. His eyes widened as he saw his mother lying on the ground, blood crusting on her lips. He strode over to her.
"What happened Draco." He asked sharply.
"I walked to her room to see if she was okay, to see if her headache had gone. I knocked on the door but she didn't answer. So I opened it slightly and saw her lying...in...bed?" Draco jumped up.
"Where are you going?" Lucius demanded.
"I saw her lying in bed." Draco yelled over his shoulder. "Then I came out here and saw her slumped on the floor."
Draco kicked open Marquesa's door when he got to it. He sprinted over to the form lying on the bed. It was a pillow.
"D***!" Draco exclaimed.
Lucius walked up. "You saw her lying in bed did you?" He asked coldly.
"I-I thought it was her! I didn't know it was the bloody forsaken pillow!"
Draco was starting to face the real truth now. She was gone. Taken from him just like his mother had been.
Draco looked at the floor and was astonished as he saw a tear fall onto the cold stone.
"Wipe the d*** tears out of your eyes boy." Lucius said angrily. "Malfoys don't cry under any circumstances."
Draco quickly wiped his eyes remembering the last time he cried.
*~*~*~*~*
Flashback
*~*~*~*~*
On the sunshiny days in April the sun shined brightly onto the grass. Birds flew through the air.
But this was outside the barrier of the Malfoy Manor. Sunshine did not hit the stone walls of the huge castle. Birds flew into the invisible wall and fell to the ground, stunned. Draco had learned not to care when he was three. He was trained that creatures were created to be tortured.
One day Draco was out wandering around in the forest behind his house. It was a daily activity for this five-year-old platinum haired boy. Draco was walking past the poison mushrooms as he heard a small cry of help.
Draco followed the almost metallic pleas through the mushrooms and into the barb bushes. Draco was cautioned always by his mother to never go near these. Ten feet tall, the bushes were, and covered in thorns that could paralyze anything if they were caught in the toxic spikes for too long. No to mention the thorns were very painful.
As Draco grew ever closer to the tiny cries he saw something that made his little five-year-old heart go out to the victims.
It seemed a family of faeries were trying to fly through the bushes, but somehow all of them had gotten caught in the thorns. There was a mother, father, a teenaged girl and a little boy, who resembled Draco except for his pointy ears and green eyes.
Draco soothed them in a quiet tone as he pulled them out one by one, with his chubby, yet graceful, fingers. The thorns had punctured them all. Draco asked them who did this to them.
The father answered in a high voice.
"A big bird came and took all of us in our beds and pinned us to the big bush."
"I will help you." Draco said, picking the all up and putting them into his pocket. Their wings were to severed to fly.
Draco ran all the way back to the Manor and up to his room. He closed the door quietly so he wouldn't disturb his father.
Draco made some crude beds, chairs, and blankets out of books and ripped clothing that he never wore anymore.
"Now you guys be quite while I find a potion to heal your cuts or else my father will be angry."
Draco ran to the bathroom and opened the cabinet in search of the purple bottle to heal cuts that his mother always had on handy, which is a good idea if you have a toddler.
Draco found it behind some sleeping potion and he carefully ran up to his room with it.
As Draco entered his room he gasped and dropped the bottle.
Lucius was leering at the faeries, a terrible look in his eyes.
"F-father!" Draco said, terrified. "They were hurt! They were in the thorn bushes!"
"In the thorn bushes, huh?" Lucius said, advancing on Draco. "And haven't your mother and I always told you not to go near them?"
"Y-yes Father! But they were hurt!" Draco stuttered.
"I have taught you, and taught you. Creatures were created for torture. What do I have to do to reinforce that?"
Draco didn't answer, so Lucius said, "I think I will make my own punishment instead of you thinking of one that is not suitable. Ah, yes. I think I have one! Bring the faeries and yourself downstairs into the dungeons as soon as you clean up this mess!" Lucius said indicating the broken bottle and potion all over the floor.
"Yes Father." Draco muttered as Lucius strode out of the room smirking.
After Draco had finished cleaning the glass and potion with the help of a house elf he gathered up the faeries. They looked very scared. As Draco walked down to the dungeons he whispered to them, "I'm sorry he found you. Something very bad is going to happen. He might kill you. It would be better than being paralyzed your whole life."
The two girls were crying softly and sniffling. The two boys, however, were not. The son was wrapped up in his father's arms and the father was whispering reassuring words into his pointed ears.
Draco entered the dungeons. His father was there, waiting with tiny instruments of torture.
"Give them to me Draco." Lucius commanded. Draco closed his eyes and slowly walked over to his father. He held out his hand and Lucius snatched the faeries up greedily. Then he tied all the faeries to the table, and tied Draco to a chair.
Then he began torturing the tiny creatures. Draco screamed and cried and tried to close his eyes but Lucius had put a spell on them so that Draco could only blink. Draco couldn't look anywhere else as his father had put the paralyzing spell on him.
"The longer you cry the longer they will be tortured!" Lucius roared through Draco's screams.
Draco tried to stop crying but to no avail. The faeries were writhing and screaming with all their little faerie might.
"I'm sorry!" Draco screamed to them. "I'm sorry!"
Then he passed out.
*~*~*~*~*
End Flashback
*~*~*~*~*
Draco could still remember their high-pitched voices, begging for death.
Lucius levitated Marquesa's body to the parlor. There, he laid her on a couch and summoned a coffin.
"Are we going to have a funeral for her Father?" Draco asked quietly.
"No, son. We are just going to bury her in the cemetery right now."
"But Father, its dark!"
"Don't you think I know that, idiot boy? What do you think we have magic for?"
"Oh." Draco felt quite stupid.
Draco followed his father out to the old cemetery. The funeral (if that's what you want to call it) was simple, short, and quiet. Lucius summoned some light, muttered a spell and a hole appeared in the ground where Marquesa would be buried. Then he levitated the coffin into the hole and sealed it with a spell before burying it with another spell. Lucius then said a prayer to bless his mother's soul and then went back up to the house.
Draco stayed behind in the dark, for as soon as Lucius left, so did the summoned light.
"I'm sorry I couldn't save you Grandmother." Draco whispered quietly. "I'm sorry I didn't even try."
Draco picked a black rose from the nearest bush and placed it carefully on top of the freshly dug earth. As he turned around and walked away, the wind blew the petals of the rose into the night until only the stem and bud were left.
As Draco crept up to his room, into his bed, a horrible feeling of hate and revenge washed over him. He would get revenge on whoever did this to his Grandmother.
*~*~*~*~*
Haha! How did ya like it? I thought it was pretty good! How 'bout you?
BEEFYWPAC
