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"Draco, get up!" The stern voice of his father Lucius Malfoy floated up from somewhere below him, after a momentary confusion he sat up, straining to remember the dream he'd just had, oh yes, I remember.
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Draco heard his name called softly and sweetly, he recognised that voice, he floated, through corridors and up staircases, somehow he knew the way, though he had never visited this strange place, till he reached a huge golden door. Trying to open the door, he found it was locked.
"No!" he screamed, "Let me in, please!" He hammered his fists on the door, almost in tears.
He sank to the floor, his tears rolling down his cheeks, "I must get in, please, let me in." This was more of a plea than a scream, but more than anything in the world he had to enter the room.
"Draco," he heard again "Draco," the soft inviting calls became those of his father; he was snapped back to reality.
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Lucius was in his room now, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING FOOL? GET UP AND DRESSED NOW!!" He exploded
Draco did as he was told, and spent the rest of the day waiting till he could sink into his large four-poster bed and open the door, more than anything else he wanted to know why, why he desperately needed to go in.
"Draco, get up!" The stern voice of his father Lucius Malfoy floated up from somewhere below him, after a momentary confusion he sat up, straining to remember the dream he'd just had, oh yes, I remember.
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Draco heard his name called softly and sweetly, he recognised that voice, he floated, through corridors and up staircases, somehow he knew the way, though he had never visited this strange place, till he reached a huge golden door. Trying to open the door, he found it was locked.
"No!" he screamed, "Let me in, please!" He hammered his fists on the door, almost in tears.
He sank to the floor, his tears rolling down his cheeks, "I must get in, please, let me in." This was more of a plea than a scream, but more than anything in the world he had to enter the room.
"Draco," he heard again "Draco," the soft inviting calls became those of his father; he was snapped back to reality.
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Lucius was in his room now, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING FOOL? GET UP AND DRESSED NOW!!" He exploded
Draco did as he was told, and spent the rest of the day waiting till he could sink into his large four-poster bed and open the door, more than anything else he wanted to know why, why he desperately needed to go in.