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Alright, a brief summary:

Draco is trapped, under house arrest by his own Lord, and he doesn 't know why. With his father still in Azkaban and his mother helpless against the Dark Lord, he seems to have no way out. But an unlikely chance comes along, with an unlikely ally ....

Prolouge:

^Malfoy Manor: Draco 's Room^

Draco gently caressed the black chess piece, it was a knight. He let out a deep breath, that could 've been mistaken as a sigh, but of course, Malfoy 's don't sigh. His cold gray eyes, that had specks of cruel blue, wandered over his bedroom. It suddenly seemed to small, like a cage. He felt trapped for some reason, even though his room was half the Great Hall. Taking in a breath Draco stood up and crossed the room to where his door was, he stopped just before it. Slowly, as if afraid, though we all know Malfoy's are not afraid, he reached for the door handle. With an iron strong grip, he grasped the handle and gave it a turn.

The door was locked. Having searched the room earlier, Draco was without a wand. He once again let out a deep breath that was close to a sigh. He wasn't angry, or at least that was what Draco was telling himself over and over again in his head.

~ I 'm not angry, I 'm not angry, I 'm not angry ~ Finally all his resolve slipped away ~I am fucking furious ~

He glared at the door, he didn 't understand, why did Voldemort lock him in his room? It was not fair at all. His father was still in Azkaban, Voldemort had yet to set him free. Was it his father 's ' punishment ' to the Dark Lord? Draco didn 't know, because he didn 't understand.

Draco found himself getting all the more angry, right until he was about to explode. Just before he was about to throw a tantrum his father 's voice was in his head ' A Malfoy never loses his cool, no matter what the circumstances '. Taking a deep breath, he calmed down. Turning on his heel, but not to dramatic, he went back over to his seat and sat down, taking up the black knight chess piece. He turned it over in his hand once, then he went back to caressing it.

He could pretend he understood, he could be calm and collected. He could still be the perfect pureblood.

He was a Malfoy after all ..

^Azkaban^

Lucius didn 't know what to do, it was a seemingly first for him.

Here he was, sitting in a cell, rotting away. Then again it could 've been worse, the dementors could have been around. But of course, with the return of the Dark Lord, the dementors left. So there were not so many screams in Azkaban. But still, no one had come for them, the Death Eaters.

He gave out a deep breath, close to a sigh, and ran a hand through his hair.

He didn't know what to do, and it was frusterating him.

For he was a Malfoy, and a Malfoy was always supposed to know what to do ...

^Riddle Manor^

Narcissa was on her knees in front of Voldemort, with a look that could have been mistaken for a look that was pitiful, but of course not, she was married into the Malfoy family, she was a Malfoy and they didn't have looks that were pitiful.

" Please, M 'lord " she said softly, trying not to betray emotion in her voice " Can you please set my husband and my son free? "

Voldemort sat back in his ' throne ' and looked over the beautiful woman. She was without the look of revoltion, but instead with a blank look. A mask to hide her emotions behind.

" My dear Narcissa he said in a tone that was mock sympathy " I simply cannot grant this to you "

She looked up with a look that clearly asked ' Why not? '.

He gave out a disapproving chuckle " Your husband needs to learn a lesson, he 's beginning to think that he would make a better Dark Lord, I cannot have that. As for your son, well " he gave a smirk " Like father, like son " Then with saying that he looked around the room and sneered " Well, for the most part anyway "

He sent Narcissa on her way, she wouldn 't try anything. For she knew that, if she did, he would kill off Lucius and Draco. And being the ever loyal wife and mother, she left for home.

When she arrived back at Malfoy Manor she sat down in the study and let a few tears slip, because for once in her life, Narcissa felt helpless. And she didn 't like it one bit.

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End of Prologue. Alright! It 's done. My first fanfic..be kind..please. REVIEW PLEASE. LET ME KNOW IF IT 'S WORTHY!!!!!!!