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Baby Psycho-
I am so sorry that it took me so long to update, I'm just suffering through a strong patch of writer's block.
DISCLAIMER- I don't own the Harry Potter world, the day I do is the day they start handing out million dollar cheques in cereal packets.
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A Death In The Family-11
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Something strange had happened to the Weasley's, or at least that's what their neighbours said. For the first time since Bill's birth the house was deadly silent. Throughout the years there was a never-ending stream of laughter, screams and Magic. Even during the rise of Who-Know-Who, the house had stayed alive.
Molly Weasley sat at her kitchen table, slumped over and sobbing quietly into her hands. She had tried so hard to keep her children safe, to see them grow in a time of uncertainty. Bill and Charlie had always sought out danger, when they were little it had been with daring stunts and quidditch and know it was with their respective careers.
The twins had kept her on her toes with their pranks, sometimes it was just too much for her to handle. Even as babies the twins had loved to scare and confuse. She always felt that she had failed with Ginny. Her only girl, her little angel had lost her innocence in her first year of school, and had just escaped with her life.
Percy was the odd one of the family. He had never been loud and active like her other children, but he had laughed and cried. Until the rise of You- Know-Who, after that he had retreated, preferring to read his books than play with the others.
Even though there were times where she knew she had let her children down, Molly considered herself a good mother. That was until she received that owl from Albus. Ron was a good boy, just like his brothers, but he had done something very bad. He had cursed another student, he had deliberately caused them pain and anguish.
Somewhere she had gone wrong, maybe it was the stress he was under, or the fact that Voldemort was on the rise. Whatever made him do it, she would find out and then stop it from ever hurting her family again. There was a soft noise from the doorway, she didn't bother to look up. It was probably her imagination. A soft and unsure voice broke through her thoughts,
"Mum ...I'm sorry..."
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Lucius looked up from his make shift desk, the bags under his eyes were prominent making him look more like a worried parent than an intimidating millionaire. The glare that he shot at the intruder was enough to inch him back to the intimidating millionaire column.
Harry shuffled his foot nervously before attempting to stare Lucius in the eye. It had seemed so easy in 2nd year, before he knew exactly how powerful the Malfoy family was. Now, after all that had happened he wasn't so sure of himself.
"What do you want Mr Potter, or are you trying to stand around looking pretty?" enquired Lucius. He waited for an answer before commenting again, "If you're trying to look pretty you've failed before you even started."
Harry looked up in annoyance, for a second he was looking at Draco, talking to Draco. That moment passed as he noticed his former rival lying prone on the hospital bed. Lucius followed his gaze, his eyes lingering on the form of his son. There hadn't been any improvement over the last few days, Draco was still trapped in his mind.
Severus had classes to teach and the rest of slytherin house to run. Once the announcement of what happened to Draco had been made inter-house tensions had risen. Slytherin blamed the Gryffindor's for what had happened to their main leader. If Severus hadn't reigned them in before they acted a mini war would have occurred.
Gryffindor blamed Draco and Slytherin for the expulsion of two of their most well know students. Lucius had dealt with the few students who thought trying to curse Draco while he was asleep would be justice. They were currently in the next hospital room recovering from their injuries
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Dumbledore's office had hardly changed in all the years that he had been headmaster at Hogwarts. The small room was cluttered with portraits, all of them beaming down from their spot on the wall.
Severus Snape hated the office. He hated the warmth and kindness that rolled through it in waves, he hated the memories that brought back, he hated the fact that the room screamed Gryffindor but most of all he hated the fact that when he entered this room he regressed to student not teacher.
Dumbledore observed Severus from his seat behind the table. This man, this solitary creature was the pinnacle of everything he had achieved. Severus had come to him at age 10 an unusually bright and studious child. Throughout his schooling life he had represented the ultimate Slytherin.
He was dangerous, cold, ambitious and cunning but lurking just out of reach was an intelligent and polite child. He had thrived on the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor, not above taking the odd underhanded shot at his enemies. The only person he seemed to respect was Lucius Malfoy, the king of Slytherin.
Dumbledore had thought that Severus was lost to him, the boy had always looked at him with contempt rather than the love that he saw in James and Sirius's eyes. Once Severus received the mark Albus had prepared himself to see another student die in Azkaban.
It came as a surprise when one unnaturally cold night he entered his office and saw a dark shadow break away from the wall and place itself in front of him. He had recognised Severus immediately, even though he had changed so much from the boy he had knew.
When Severus had left Hogwarts, he had been skeletally thin with olive skin and long shiny black hair. Now his face was deathly pale beneath his short and ragged hair. Muscles stood out where once only skin and bone had lain, but the biggest change was in his face, the look was no longer that of an arrogant teen but that of someone who has seen unspeakable horrors.
And horrors he had seen, he had told Albus of them long into the night each time he had begged for forgiveness. It had taken a long time, but over the years he had seen the flickers of trust that found their home in Severus's eyes.
"Albus, are you well?"
The twinkle in his eyes returned as he faced his potion master, it was time to find out what was happening in the world of the Malfoys.
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...Father...
Father, that word was haunting him. Images assaulted him whenever he thought of that word. Some were good others were painful, even looking at them made him whimper in pain.
He knew he was missing something, there was still that unfamiliar emotion lurking deep behind the word. Somehow he knew that emotion would mean the difference between his death or his rebirth.
For the last few days he had started getting better, the world had shifted and started to rebuild itself shard by shard. By the first he had remembered his name and remembered that weakness was not allowed. Then had shown him his childhood and a strange man named Snape.
After a while he had taken himself through his school years all throughout he was followed by a pair of green eyes, they had infuriated him at first but as time went by he learned to pity them.
Blood...wine...lies...betrayal...death...family...
Something was missing from the line, something warm. It was something he rarely experienced but he craved it. It was so frustrating trying to re- discover his mind, he knew this feeling, it was contempt.
Then it clicked, all the left over shards raised themselves off the ground and snapped back into place. For one second he was whole, it was like a blurry picture being brought into focus. For that one second he knew everything, past, present and future. But once that second was over his whole world warped before bouncing back into place.
He was Draco, he was Malfoy, he would conquer.
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Please be nice to me, I'm not feeling to well at the moment. If it's bad I'm sorry, if it's good please review.
Part 2 will be up soon.
Baby Psycho-
I am so sorry that it took me so long to update, I'm just suffering through a strong patch of writer's block.
DISCLAIMER- I don't own the Harry Potter world, the day I do is the day they start handing out million dollar cheques in cereal packets.
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A Death In The Family-11
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Something strange had happened to the Weasley's, or at least that's what their neighbours said. For the first time since Bill's birth the house was deadly silent. Throughout the years there was a never-ending stream of laughter, screams and Magic. Even during the rise of Who-Know-Who, the house had stayed alive.
Molly Weasley sat at her kitchen table, slumped over and sobbing quietly into her hands. She had tried so hard to keep her children safe, to see them grow in a time of uncertainty. Bill and Charlie had always sought out danger, when they were little it had been with daring stunts and quidditch and know it was with their respective careers.
The twins had kept her on her toes with their pranks, sometimes it was just too much for her to handle. Even as babies the twins had loved to scare and confuse. She always felt that she had failed with Ginny. Her only girl, her little angel had lost her innocence in her first year of school, and had just escaped with her life.
Percy was the odd one of the family. He had never been loud and active like her other children, but he had laughed and cried. Until the rise of You- Know-Who, after that he had retreated, preferring to read his books than play with the others.
Even though there were times where she knew she had let her children down, Molly considered herself a good mother. That was until she received that owl from Albus. Ron was a good boy, just like his brothers, but he had done something very bad. He had cursed another student, he had deliberately caused them pain and anguish.
Somewhere she had gone wrong, maybe it was the stress he was under, or the fact that Voldemort was on the rise. Whatever made him do it, she would find out and then stop it from ever hurting her family again. There was a soft noise from the doorway, she didn't bother to look up. It was probably her imagination. A soft and unsure voice broke through her thoughts,
"Mum ...I'm sorry..."
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Lucius looked up from his make shift desk, the bags under his eyes were prominent making him look more like a worried parent than an intimidating millionaire. The glare that he shot at the intruder was enough to inch him back to the intimidating millionaire column.
Harry shuffled his foot nervously before attempting to stare Lucius in the eye. It had seemed so easy in 2nd year, before he knew exactly how powerful the Malfoy family was. Now, after all that had happened he wasn't so sure of himself.
"What do you want Mr Potter, or are you trying to stand around looking pretty?" enquired Lucius. He waited for an answer before commenting again, "If you're trying to look pretty you've failed before you even started."
Harry looked up in annoyance, for a second he was looking at Draco, talking to Draco. That moment passed as he noticed his former rival lying prone on the hospital bed. Lucius followed his gaze, his eyes lingering on the form of his son. There hadn't been any improvement over the last few days, Draco was still trapped in his mind.
Severus had classes to teach and the rest of slytherin house to run. Once the announcement of what happened to Draco had been made inter-house tensions had risen. Slytherin blamed the Gryffindor's for what had happened to their main leader. If Severus hadn't reigned them in before they acted a mini war would have occurred.
Gryffindor blamed Draco and Slytherin for the expulsion of two of their most well know students. Lucius had dealt with the few students who thought trying to curse Draco while he was asleep would be justice. They were currently in the next hospital room recovering from their injuries
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Dumbledore's office had hardly changed in all the years that he had been headmaster at Hogwarts. The small room was cluttered with portraits, all of them beaming down from their spot on the wall.
Severus Snape hated the office. He hated the warmth and kindness that rolled through it in waves, he hated the memories that brought back, he hated the fact that the room screamed Gryffindor but most of all he hated the fact that when he entered this room he regressed to student not teacher.
Dumbledore observed Severus from his seat behind the table. This man, this solitary creature was the pinnacle of everything he had achieved. Severus had come to him at age 10 an unusually bright and studious child. Throughout his schooling life he had represented the ultimate Slytherin.
He was dangerous, cold, ambitious and cunning but lurking just out of reach was an intelligent and polite child. He had thrived on the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor, not above taking the odd underhanded shot at his enemies. The only person he seemed to respect was Lucius Malfoy, the king of Slytherin.
Dumbledore had thought that Severus was lost to him, the boy had always looked at him with contempt rather than the love that he saw in James and Sirius's eyes. Once Severus received the mark Albus had prepared himself to see another student die in Azkaban.
It came as a surprise when one unnaturally cold night he entered his office and saw a dark shadow break away from the wall and place itself in front of him. He had recognised Severus immediately, even though he had changed so much from the boy he had knew.
When Severus had left Hogwarts, he had been skeletally thin with olive skin and long shiny black hair. Now his face was deathly pale beneath his short and ragged hair. Muscles stood out where once only skin and bone had lain, but the biggest change was in his face, the look was no longer that of an arrogant teen but that of someone who has seen unspeakable horrors.
And horrors he had seen, he had told Albus of them long into the night each time he had begged for forgiveness. It had taken a long time, but over the years he had seen the flickers of trust that found their home in Severus's eyes.
"Albus, are you well?"
The twinkle in his eyes returned as he faced his potion master, it was time to find out what was happening in the world of the Malfoys.
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...Father...
Father, that word was haunting him. Images assaulted him whenever he thought of that word. Some were good others were painful, even looking at them made him whimper in pain.
He knew he was missing something, there was still that unfamiliar emotion lurking deep behind the word. Somehow he knew that emotion would mean the difference between his death or his rebirth.
For the last few days he had started getting better, the world had shifted and started to rebuild itself shard by shard. By the first he had remembered his name and remembered that weakness was not allowed. Then had shown him his childhood and a strange man named Snape.
After a while he had taken himself through his school years all throughout he was followed by a pair of green eyes, they had infuriated him at first but as time went by he learned to pity them.
Blood...wine...lies...betrayal...death...family...
Something was missing from the line, something warm. It was something he rarely experienced but he craved it. It was so frustrating trying to re- discover his mind, he knew this feeling, it was contempt.
Then it clicked, all the left over shards raised themselves off the ground and snapped back into place. For one second he was whole, it was like a blurry picture being brought into focus. For that one second he knew everything, past, present and future. But once that second was over his whole world warped before bouncing back into place.
He was Draco, he was Malfoy, he would conquer.
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Please be nice to me, I'm not feeling to well at the moment. If it's bad I'm sorry, if it's good please review.
Part 2 will be up soon.