Prologue
An ear-splitting cry rent the silent air. Draco Malfoy stood stock still and grinned to himself. Lavender Brown would have just found the mangled body of her rabbit. It was a work of art, he told himself. You would never have known it had been a rabbit.
Draco crept his way out of the garden, snapped his fingers and appeared in his own bedroom in the Malfoy Manor. His bedroom was big and had large windows overlooking the garden as well as its own bathroom. Draco's bed was fit for two people to sleep in and---in Draco's opinion---a very nice shade of green.
The grin that had been on Draco's face only a moment before instantly dropped when he saw a tall man with long flowing white-blond hair; his father, Lucius Malfoy.
"Where were you?" he asked quietly, in a calm voice, but Draco knew better. His father was livid. "How many times have I told you not to go off like that? It is dangerous, Draco and were you in the Muggle world you cold have foolishly exposed yourself---" his father strode across the room and caught hold of Draco's ear. He twisted it hard and Draco cried out.
"Nothing happened!"
"Listen to me!" his father commanded, releasing his son's ear. "Listen!" Lucius took hold of Draco's shoulders. "If the Ministry finds out about the extraordinary powers you have, they will take you away, lock you up and perform experiments on you. Do you want that? To be a captive your whole life?"
"I could get out---"
"No! No, you could not! You could not just disappear from that place, because they would want you there! You can't disappear from places where you are not welcome or do not have permission to leave, can you?"
"No, I can't. . ."
"Damn right you can't! Draco, I love you. I don't want to see you living a caged life, not being able to do anything." Lucius released his son. "We've had this talk over and over again. Don't do that ever again, Draco. The Ministry will find out sooner, or later, if you do. When they. . ." Lucius sighed. "Go to bed now. Your mother and I will decide on your punishment tomorrow." Draco's father left the room.
Draco sat down on his bed and sulked. He knew his father only meant the best for him, but it was not as if every time he disappeared and reappeared something dangerous had happened. As far as he could see, the Ministry knew nothing about his amazing gifts.
His gifts. . .Draco could clearly remember a summer ago when he had first realized he could appear anywhere he wanted to at any time, just at the snap of his fingers. Well, almost everywhere. He could not seem to get into private homes. The Malfoy Manor was an exception, as was Hogwarts and a few other places. Other than that, Draco would need the owner's 'permission'--- as his father had so kindly pointed out.
Draco gave a big yawn. He had not realized how late it was, nor how tired he felt. Draco stumbled across his bedroom, blew out all the candles and sank into his bed, welcoming the comfortable cushions.
Author's Note: This is a bit short, but then again it's a prologue. Chapter 1, I've almost finished it, it will be up in the next week or two weeks. Please review! Then I'd know at least someone has read it! And if you don't I'll take a really long time to update, coz what's the point of doing it quick when no one's reading your work?
An ear-splitting cry rent the silent air. Draco Malfoy stood stock still and grinned to himself. Lavender Brown would have just found the mangled body of her rabbit. It was a work of art, he told himself. You would never have known it had been a rabbit.
Draco crept his way out of the garden, snapped his fingers and appeared in his own bedroom in the Malfoy Manor. His bedroom was big and had large windows overlooking the garden as well as its own bathroom. Draco's bed was fit for two people to sleep in and---in Draco's opinion---a very nice shade of green.
The grin that had been on Draco's face only a moment before instantly dropped when he saw a tall man with long flowing white-blond hair; his father, Lucius Malfoy.
"Where were you?" he asked quietly, in a calm voice, but Draco knew better. His father was livid. "How many times have I told you not to go off like that? It is dangerous, Draco and were you in the Muggle world you cold have foolishly exposed yourself---" his father strode across the room and caught hold of Draco's ear. He twisted it hard and Draco cried out.
"Nothing happened!"
"Listen to me!" his father commanded, releasing his son's ear. "Listen!" Lucius took hold of Draco's shoulders. "If the Ministry finds out about the extraordinary powers you have, they will take you away, lock you up and perform experiments on you. Do you want that? To be a captive your whole life?"
"I could get out---"
"No! No, you could not! You could not just disappear from that place, because they would want you there! You can't disappear from places where you are not welcome or do not have permission to leave, can you?"
"No, I can't. . ."
"Damn right you can't! Draco, I love you. I don't want to see you living a caged life, not being able to do anything." Lucius released his son. "We've had this talk over and over again. Don't do that ever again, Draco. The Ministry will find out sooner, or later, if you do. When they. . ." Lucius sighed. "Go to bed now. Your mother and I will decide on your punishment tomorrow." Draco's father left the room.
Draco sat down on his bed and sulked. He knew his father only meant the best for him, but it was not as if every time he disappeared and reappeared something dangerous had happened. As far as he could see, the Ministry knew nothing about his amazing gifts.
His gifts. . .Draco could clearly remember a summer ago when he had first realized he could appear anywhere he wanted to at any time, just at the snap of his fingers. Well, almost everywhere. He could not seem to get into private homes. The Malfoy Manor was an exception, as was Hogwarts and a few other places. Other than that, Draco would need the owner's 'permission'--- as his father had so kindly pointed out.
Draco gave a big yawn. He had not realized how late it was, nor how tired he felt. Draco stumbled across his bedroom, blew out all the candles and sank into his bed, welcoming the comfortable cushions.
Author's Note: This is a bit short, but then again it's a prologue. Chapter 1, I've almost finished it, it will be up in the next week or two weeks. Please review! Then I'd know at least someone has read it! And if you don't I'll take a really long time to update, coz what's the point of doing it quick when no one's reading your work?
