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Chapter 2 - A Vague Promise
Draco jerked awake. He was staring into the pale eyes of his mother, Narcissa.
"Are you alright, Draco?!" she yelped, gripping his shoulders.
"I had...one of those again," Draco replied, taking steady deep breaths. He noticed his mother's mouth twitch. He hastily added, "Mother, no...don't. Father might--"
But he was too late. In the doorway of his bedroom, his father, Lucius, stood with his face set.
"What is going on?" he asked in a soft, dangerous voice.
"Nothing, father," Draco said quickly.
"Don't lie to me, boy!" his father said bitterly. "I do remember telling you how to deal with this. Don't you ever listen?"
"I WILL NOT --" Draco started.
But before he finished, there was a flash of light, and Draco felt as if he had been slapped in the face. Hard. Narcissa screamed.
"Maybe this will help remind you," Lucius growled.
"Lucius! Stop it!" Narcissa shrieked.
"You just don't understand, you silly woman," Lucius spat. "Don't meddle in affairs that don't involve you."
Without giving her a chance to answer, he turned on his heel and disappeared.
Draco gaped at the spot where his father had stood, shaking with anger. Beside him, his mother sat, whimpering softly. He turned to face her, and although he was furious, he couldn't help feeling sorry for her.
"Mother, don't worry," he said softly. "We are going to be fine."
He stared into her pale eyes, seeing his own reflection through them. The gash on the side of his face looked less worse than it felt. Narcissa stared at it and continued weeping silently.
"Mother, we will be fine," Draco repeated. "I promise it."
He tried his best to strain a smile. It seemed to work somewhat, because she smiled back.
Chapter 2 - A Vague Promise
Draco jerked awake. He was staring into the pale eyes of his mother, Narcissa.
"Are you alright, Draco?!" she yelped, gripping his shoulders.
"I had...one of those again," Draco replied, taking steady deep breaths. He noticed his mother's mouth twitch. He hastily added, "Mother, no...don't. Father might--"
But he was too late. In the doorway of his bedroom, his father, Lucius, stood with his face set.
"What is going on?" he asked in a soft, dangerous voice.
"Nothing, father," Draco said quickly.
"Don't lie to me, boy!" his father said bitterly. "I do remember telling you how to deal with this. Don't you ever listen?"
"I WILL NOT --" Draco started.
But before he finished, there was a flash of light, and Draco felt as if he had been slapped in the face. Hard. Narcissa screamed.
"Maybe this will help remind you," Lucius growled.
"Lucius! Stop it!" Narcissa shrieked.
"You just don't understand, you silly woman," Lucius spat. "Don't meddle in affairs that don't involve you."
Without giving her a chance to answer, he turned on his heel and disappeared.
Draco gaped at the spot where his father had stood, shaking with anger. Beside him, his mother sat, whimpering softly. He turned to face her, and although he was furious, he couldn't help feeling sorry for her.
"Mother, don't worry," he said softly. "We are going to be fine."
He stared into her pale eyes, seeing his own reflection through them. The gash on the side of his face looked less worse than it felt. Narcissa stared at it and continued weeping silently.
"Mother, we will be fine," Draco repeated. "I promise it."
He tried his best to strain a smile. It seemed to work somewhat, because she smiled back.