The Watch
Prologue
Lyrics to Bastards Son
A/N- the dates in this aren't accurate at all so bear with me. This prologue takes place when Draco is 18 and in his last year of Hogwarts. Ginny is 16, although not mentioned in the prologue.
1986 England
The two men and one female scrambled up the steep grassy incline to the cliff top above the Cornish sea. A gust of wind grabbed at their hair. Lucius Malfoy took another turn of the string around his hand as he increased his speed. Hermione Granger, ahead of all three, paused, doubling over, as the jet of silver sparks flew at her. Draco Malfoy held out his hand and hauled the girl up with him.
They had reached the top of the cliff, which fell away beneath them to the jagged rocks and pounding surf far below. The three stood for a minute gazing at the dark mark that had been conjured up to illuminate the dark sky.
'Avada.' the older male with the mass off white blonde hair, was cut off. Draco had positioned himself in between the two people.
'No father, there's no need to kill her, its Harry the dark lord wants.'
'How would you know what the dark lord wants or doesn't want?' Lucius barked impatiently, 'Now get out of the way'.
'Father, don't be daft, you heard me the first time, No!' Draco said, beginning to turn paler then his hair. 'Its Harry we want, this mudblood is in love with Ron Weasley for fucks sake, we're wasting time.'
'Fine Draco, I'll endure your sarcasm, which you seem to deem as witty and amusing and ask you, what would be possibly more fun then aimless killing?'
'Hmm let's examine the facts shall we, Hermione is Harry Potters best friend, if you kill Hermione you wont be any closer to finding the boy who is using all the dark lords efforts to kill, but if you don't kill Hermione and leave her to me I will be able to gain sufficient information to secure Harry's where abouts, furthermore I am your only son and therefore your only heir it would secure my guesses that the insanity which runs in our blood has put all its money on you.'
A slow smile lit up Lucius's face. 'Son I'm beginning to believe that you might actually have brains,' then more dangerously, ' or your just not gay and my suspicions were incorrect, and if that was the case, Draco let me remind you I am a Malfoy, the oldest living male one, if you play with me you play with fire and I will crush you like dried leaves, I will not hesitate to remove you from my will, heir or not.'
Hermione, through out this long rendition, had been silently surveying the ocean. Her thin shoulders hunched as she shuddered, knowing that she could never betray Harry. She found the tunnel of water mesmerising. It seemed to invite her to jump, to follow it inexorable narrowing tunnel in a violent swirl of rushing wind to the foam tipped teeth at the bottom. She took a step forward, and then another and another.
Hermione's scream went on forever, vying with the skirling calls of seagulls. And then, it stopped. The two men on the cliff top stared down the funnel as one muttered lumos and they could see the inert bundle lying on a flat rock far beneath. The waves sucked at Hermione's Hogwart robes.
'You did it,' Lucius said, 'you saved me the trouble of killing her; you killed an innocent child, congratulations boy, that deserves a life sentence in Azkaban. But I can't afford to go there at the moment not in the ascent of Voldemorts rule.' He laughed, 'whoever heard of the head of the death eaters being sent into Azkaban. But I'll tell them you pushed her, the muggle way.'
Draco gazed at his father, shock and horror imprinted on his face. They were father and son, they looked alike the only differentiation was the color of their eyes, the distinctive greyness which was held in Draco and the hollow darkness in Lucius'. They were angelic looking, with a mass of straight blonde hair framing an oval face; their frames were slender without the thinness of ill health; if it wasn't for the constant sneer painted upon their faces. Drano's body was broad and strong, his legs planted four square on the turf.
'What do you mean?' he whispered, and there was dread in his voice and a ghastly vulnerability in his eyes.
'I saw you,' Lucius said in a low voice, his eyes still narrowed. 'You tripped her, I saw you.'
'No' Draco whispered again. 'No, I didn't. I was trying to help her, she killed herself, I loved her.'
'It was you!' his father interrupted, anger mounting at his sons confession. 'I'll tell them what I saw and they'll believe me. You know they will.' He gazed at his son, and Draco felt the old helplessness and frustration wash through him as he read the triumph and malice on the cherubic face.
They would believe Lucius. They always did. Everyone always believed Lucius. Suddenly he turned aside and ran wildly along the cliff looking for a way down to Hermione's lifeless body.
Lucius stood and watched him until he disapparated over the cliff top a few yards away, his fingers for a second grabbing at the springy turf before he committed himself to apparating to the ministry, to tell the story of the head girls death bubbling from his lips, ready tears filling his eyes.
Prologue
Lyrics to Bastards Son
A/N- the dates in this aren't accurate at all so bear with me. This prologue takes place when Draco is 18 and in his last year of Hogwarts. Ginny is 16, although not mentioned in the prologue.
1986 England
The two men and one female scrambled up the steep grassy incline to the cliff top above the Cornish sea. A gust of wind grabbed at their hair. Lucius Malfoy took another turn of the string around his hand as he increased his speed. Hermione Granger, ahead of all three, paused, doubling over, as the jet of silver sparks flew at her. Draco Malfoy held out his hand and hauled the girl up with him.
They had reached the top of the cliff, which fell away beneath them to the jagged rocks and pounding surf far below. The three stood for a minute gazing at the dark mark that had been conjured up to illuminate the dark sky.
'Avada.' the older male with the mass off white blonde hair, was cut off. Draco had positioned himself in between the two people.
'No father, there's no need to kill her, its Harry the dark lord wants.'
'How would you know what the dark lord wants or doesn't want?' Lucius barked impatiently, 'Now get out of the way'.
'Father, don't be daft, you heard me the first time, No!' Draco said, beginning to turn paler then his hair. 'Its Harry we want, this mudblood is in love with Ron Weasley for fucks sake, we're wasting time.'
'Fine Draco, I'll endure your sarcasm, which you seem to deem as witty and amusing and ask you, what would be possibly more fun then aimless killing?'
'Hmm let's examine the facts shall we, Hermione is Harry Potters best friend, if you kill Hermione you wont be any closer to finding the boy who is using all the dark lords efforts to kill, but if you don't kill Hermione and leave her to me I will be able to gain sufficient information to secure Harry's where abouts, furthermore I am your only son and therefore your only heir it would secure my guesses that the insanity which runs in our blood has put all its money on you.'
A slow smile lit up Lucius's face. 'Son I'm beginning to believe that you might actually have brains,' then more dangerously, ' or your just not gay and my suspicions were incorrect, and if that was the case, Draco let me remind you I am a Malfoy, the oldest living male one, if you play with me you play with fire and I will crush you like dried leaves, I will not hesitate to remove you from my will, heir or not.'
Hermione, through out this long rendition, had been silently surveying the ocean. Her thin shoulders hunched as she shuddered, knowing that she could never betray Harry. She found the tunnel of water mesmerising. It seemed to invite her to jump, to follow it inexorable narrowing tunnel in a violent swirl of rushing wind to the foam tipped teeth at the bottom. She took a step forward, and then another and another.
Hermione's scream went on forever, vying with the skirling calls of seagulls. And then, it stopped. The two men on the cliff top stared down the funnel as one muttered lumos and they could see the inert bundle lying on a flat rock far beneath. The waves sucked at Hermione's Hogwart robes.
'You did it,' Lucius said, 'you saved me the trouble of killing her; you killed an innocent child, congratulations boy, that deserves a life sentence in Azkaban. But I can't afford to go there at the moment not in the ascent of Voldemorts rule.' He laughed, 'whoever heard of the head of the death eaters being sent into Azkaban. But I'll tell them you pushed her, the muggle way.'
Draco gazed at his father, shock and horror imprinted on his face. They were father and son, they looked alike the only differentiation was the color of their eyes, the distinctive greyness which was held in Draco and the hollow darkness in Lucius'. They were angelic looking, with a mass of straight blonde hair framing an oval face; their frames were slender without the thinness of ill health; if it wasn't for the constant sneer painted upon their faces. Drano's body was broad and strong, his legs planted four square on the turf.
'What do you mean?' he whispered, and there was dread in his voice and a ghastly vulnerability in his eyes.
'I saw you,' Lucius said in a low voice, his eyes still narrowed. 'You tripped her, I saw you.'
'No' Draco whispered again. 'No, I didn't. I was trying to help her, she killed herself, I loved her.'
'It was you!' his father interrupted, anger mounting at his sons confession. 'I'll tell them what I saw and they'll believe me. You know they will.' He gazed at his son, and Draco felt the old helplessness and frustration wash through him as he read the triumph and malice on the cherubic face.
They would believe Lucius. They always did. Everyone always believed Lucius. Suddenly he turned aside and ran wildly along the cliff looking for a way down to Hermione's lifeless body.
Lucius stood and watched him until he disapparated over the cliff top a few yards away, his fingers for a second grabbing at the springy turf before he committed himself to apparating to the ministry, to tell the story of the head girls death bubbling from his lips, ready tears filling his eyes.