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.
I promise… it will get exciting soon!
A few hours passed and Draco had finally finished his shopping, then he and his mother returned home for the evening. Dinner was served, and there was a fairly awkward silence at the table; before Lucius decided to break it.
"I hope you bought the poisons I requested, Draco".
"Yes, father. They're being delivered…" The doorbell rang. "Here they are now. I'll go get them". Draco dropped his napkin on the table, rose and headed to the front door. To his amazement, it was his Firebolt. He grinned, and took it from the Elf that had answered the door.
"It looks as if I won a competition that was being held in the Quidditch Times". Draco said with a smile as he wondered into the Dining Room and presented his new Firebolt to his parents. "Behold! The Firebolt X-100. Only eight models ever made, seven going to the American team; and I am now holding the last model created".
His father's eyes narrowed. "You bought it. Didn't you".
"Of course not, father. Here's the letter that came with it". Draco took the envelope off the broomstick and handed it to his father. He grinned; wider. "Now I know I will beat Potter this year at Quidditch".
Narcissa remained in shocked silence as Lucius slammed the letter down on the table. "I can read your face like a book, boy. You did buy it!"
"I swear father, I didn't! How could I when there are only eight models in existence?"
"Perhaps Draco is right, darling…" Narcissa began but was suddenly cut off by her husband's index finger that he rudely shoved at her, indicating to be quiet.
"I will have your mother check your account balance tomorrow. If there is a substantial amount of money missing, you will sell that Firebolt and you will be grounded until term starts. If there is not; you may keep the broomstick. Understand?"
Draco gulped. "Yes, father. Understand". How on earth was he to get a hundred Galleons back into his account by tomorrow morning? Dinner finished in silence and Draco excused himself from the table as the doorbell yet again rang. This time; it was the poisons. He sighed, and carried his Firebolt X-100 up to his room and closed the door. He put it along side his old model, took out his quill and parchment then wrote to his friend Pansy Parkinson.
Pansy,
Can you do me a really big favour? I need to borrow a hundred Galleons. I will pay you back, I swear. But the problem is, they need to be deposited into my account tonight. I'll pay you back and take you out to dinner. Please reply as soon as you can.
PS, believe it or not but I am Head Boy for this year. Thankfully, Granger isn't Head Girl. Was wondering if you were Head Girl.
From,
Draco.
Draco stood up from his desk and attached the letter to Aries' leg. "Deliver this to Pansy and be quick about it". The owl hooted confidently and took off into the night sky. Draco heaved a sigh and sat down at his desk again; fretting.
He had fallen asleep at his desk and a few hours later, Aries dropped a letter on Draco's head. He woke with a start and drew his wand; only to realise it was a letter that attacked him. The owl settled himself on the perch near the window; and watched as Draco tore it open.
Draco,
A hundred Galleons? Are you mad? What do you expect me to do? Rob a bank? Fine. I've deposited the money anyway after getting a few odd looks from the Goblins mind you. Congratulations on becoming Head Boy, but no I am not Head Girl. Have you tried asking Blaise?
From,
Pansy.
Draco heaved a sigh of relief and ran his fingers through his hair that he decided to grow out. It was now just hanging past his shoulder blades. He tucked Pansy's letter underneath his Potions textbook and grinned to himself. His father would never know. But how to pay Pansy back? He sighed and figured he would simply take her to an expensive restaurant and spend all of that money on her. Draco only considered Pansy as a friend. He knew she had a crush on him though. It wasn't obvious. He sighed, changed into his pyjamas and went to bed; as the image of the strange yet attractive girl entered his mind again.
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The group had grown since last time. The others had returned. The leader drew his wand and paced in front of the group that contained about seventeen, including himself. The teenager felt an itch under his mask but chose not to bother with it and sighed silently, watching the figure ramble on about plots of world domination. The teenager could have sworn he heard the figure mention something about taking control of the British Government. He blinked. It couldn't be possible, could it? He sighed once more and continued to listen, wondering if the others around him found this rather boring. The meeting lasted for a good few hours, the boy himself learning a few new Dark Arts curses. He seemed to excel at them and it pleased the figure, but at the same time received the Cruciatus Curse for talking back. Soon, the meeting finished. Tired and suffering in great pain, he Disapparated out.
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