The Serpents Fire
A Seventh Book setting through the eyes of Draco Malfoy.
Notes: All Harry Potter characters and places of references are © JK Rowling and Warner Bros Inc, with the exception of my made up characters.
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Draco Malfoy was the boy's name, and he looked toward his two friends; Crabbe and Goyle; who were now holding the Bludgers as best as they could on the ground. He gave an odd look toward his father, and landed onto the soft grass below; the Snitch still quivering in his palm. Draco grinned and pocketed it.
He pushed open the large doors to the family Manor and was greeted by his father in the hallway. "Draco, you haven't done any of your set homework since you returned home". Lucius said cautiously, knowing he would of embarrassed his son in front of his friends but it didn't bother him the slightest.
"Oh but father…"
"No buts. Crabbe, Goyle; you can come around later. Draco, either you do your homework otherwise you will not be allowed out of the house until term starts".
"But what about…"
"Enough!" Lucius hated raising his voice around Draco, but on occasions such as this it had to be done. He swept his cold eyes across the two large teenagers in front of him, and they left the Manor in a matter of seconds. "Do as I ask, Draco. I do not want trouble".
"Fine". Draco retorted, glaring at his father. He then retreated up into his bedroom; placing his Firebolt against the wardrobe and sat at his desk. It was bad enough that he was still being treated like a three year old, perhaps it was the fact that he was acting like one. Draco gave a low sigh; flicked on his stereo and began work on his Potions essay.
A few days later and the only thing that Draco had to complete would be his Defence Against the Dark Arts assignment. He loathed that subject, and always saved that subject until last. He gave a snort and slammed last year's textbook shut; throwing it into the bin. Perhaps he should forget about it all together. He heaved a sigh and walked over to his window; glancing out. The side of the house he was on showed half of his Quidditch Pitch and the lake nearby. The day itself was beautiful, not a breath of wind and a nice temperature that anyone could handle without discomfort. There was a soft knock at his door and he turned to see who was there. His mother poked her head around the corner and gave a rare smile, then entered the room; draping her delicate hands in front of her.
"I've decided to take you to Diagon Alley a little earlier this year. To avoid the crowds. Your father won't be coming; for obvious reasons". Narcissa Malfoy glanced at Draco as if to say he had done something wrong. He tilted his head at his mother and simply shrugged.
"Whatever". Diagon Alley never impressed him. Perhaps if there were a new broomstick model he could pester his parents for then perhaps it could be considered as impressive. But the main area he wanted to check out would be Knockturn Alley. The Alley famous for its devotions to the Dark Arts, and where many of the homeless choose to live. Draco had only been there once, in his second year; with his father; to sell some illegal objects that his father kept in a drawing room under the study. He flashed his mother a charming smile, one that would normally make her give into whatever he asked of her. "Mother, will we be going to Knockturn, today?"
"As a matter of fact we are". Draco felt his heart leap. "Your father has requested some various poisons. For what reason I do not know, I never ask your father about that sort of thing".
Draco nodded. "Right, I can go in and get them. To avoid attention to you. Please?"
His mother paused and pursed her thin lips together. "Very well, my dear. Just remember to try and be inconspicuous, I do not want you to draw attention to yourself either". Narcissa drew her son into a warm embrace and kissed him delicately on the forehead. "Go change into your robes and we will leave shortly".
"Thank you, mother!" Draco beamed and closed his bedroom door once his mother left. He quickly changed into his Slytherin robes that needed replacing as he had grown since last year. He heaved a sigh; and muttered a spell that made them longer. He would still need new ones; though. Draco pocketed his wand and went downstairs; got the poisons list from his father as he and his mother Disapperated to Diagon Alley.