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"Chaos get down!" The voice of his father desperately yelled. A 5 year old boy with blood dripping down his pant leg ducked underneath an oak table, scared and cold.. Moments later the spot he had been standing was hit by a great force, destroying the ground underneath. His father stood in front of his hiding spot, protecting him from the oncoming foe. The scared little boy curled up into a ball, terrified and sobbing softly to himself. He had never felt such fear in his young life.
"Please...just leave us alone! We're not hurting anyone!" He heard his father plead to the tall, looming figure.
"At least leave our son alone!" Chaos heard words he didn't understand from the strange figure and a green light hit his father, causing him to collapse. Chaos heard his father's anguished scream and pried his arms away from his own face, looking into the own face of his father. Before him he saw empty eyes, pale skin and blood dripping from his father's mouth. Chaos felt as though his heart was being ripped harshly from his body. Tears welled in his eyes.
"Daddy!!!" Chaos screamed. The omininous figure then turned towards him wand raised. He was smiling maliciously. He heard the man scream something and the same green light came from out of his wand, straight towards the small boy.
He awoke in a cold sweat. The scenes and sounds of that fateful night echoed through Chaos Malfoy's head. Although he had only been 5, everything replayed perfectly in his head. His parents' screams, that blast of green light that had destroyed any hope of happiness Chaos thought he had. Everything had been so perfect for him and his family...why did it all have to be ruined. He looked around the baren room he practically lived in. After that tragedy, Chaos had been sent to live with his relatives...who were disapproving of everything his parents had stood for...especially magic. Everytime he brought up anything magical, unusually, or did anything wrong to them in that household his Uncle Matthew and Aunt Gertrude...well he had a few scars to remind of him of those incidents.
"Chaos get the fuck down here!!" His Uncle screamed. "DON'T THINK I WON'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU, CAUSE YOU KNOW I WILL YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!!" Chaos rubbed his eyes tiredly, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. He was now 11...he had endured 6 years of his hateful Uncle and Aunt. Oh yeah and he couldn't forget his spoiled older cousin. Well...actually his cousin could be nice at times...but never when they were around his parents or his friends. Although mostly horrid to him, his cousin could sometimes surprise him by asking him to do things with him. And sometimes after a particularly bad beating...physically or verbally...he would even try to comfort Chaos. Especially now during his time of "Teenage Rebellion." He didn't know how long that would last. He hoped it be longer and more pleasant then his cousin's Phil "Beat up anyone weaker than me" phase he went through when Chaos was 8. Chaos had no friends. His Aunt and Uncle made sure of it. They didn't want him to get close to anyone, or his weirdness might contaminate others. He was always so lonely, and due to that, had become bitter towards the world.
'Well I'd better get up before they yell so hard they all fall into a coma...lord knows we wouldn't want that.' He thought sarcastically to himself. There were many things that his relatives hated about him...the only one that was evident to him was his American accent. He had been born in America and since he was already one quarter American, and one of his parents, the one where he got the quarter American from, was born and raised in Vermont. That was different and different, he had been taught, was wrong. Chaos tiredly got out of bed and gazed out his window. The neigborhood was quiet enough...quaint would be the word. They lived in a city in England called Yashoun.(A/n..yaoi/slash/shounen ai...sry...was too lazy to look up a real city...and ya kno....^_^) His cousin was in a gang called Slash(A/n betcha never saw that name coming!) and being 5 years older than him, felt it necassary to dominate over him. It wasn't because of his magical background...his cousin just wanted to have power over someone other than his parents. Oh well as of this moment they had unspoken truce...if Chaos stayed out of Phil's way, and did a few small chores for him, then there was no problem. Chaos sighed and got dressed as slowly as possible.
"CHAOS GET YOUR BLOODY ARSE DOWN HERE RIGHT AWAY YOU SLOW, GODAMNED FREAK!" His Uncle yelled to him. Chaos groaned and surpressed the urge to yell back at him. All he needed was a beating from that bastard. Chaos didn't know why he was feeling so rebellious. He was probably catching it from Phil...or maybe it was just puberty. He hurried up the dressing and walked downstairs and sitting down at the table.
"And what do you think YOU'RE doing?" His stern looking Aunt demanded. She reminded him of a teacher Chaos had...she looked as though someone had shoved a termite up her arse permantly. She worked at a clothing store...a very expensive clothing store. His Uncle was a very stronge, tall man who worked as a wrestling coach at Phil's school. Phil of course hated the sport...Chaos wasn't sure if it was rebellion or actual hatred towards it...maybe he'd ask a little later when he was feeling up to punishment if Phil saw it as being a "sarcastic little prick."
"I'm sitting...you know where you put your...ass...down on a sitting surface or ground...sit-ting." Her face twisted up into a weird expression. Chaos didn't know what had brought that comment on. Maybe he was starting to go crazy...well he could only hope. As he looked over innocently to his aunt, he was surprised for a moment to see a cruel grin on her face. That momentary confusion was soon lost. Chaos felt himself being thrown out of the chair violently. He turned around to see his Uncle's angry face...as purple and intimidating as it could possibly be.
"Don't you DARE talk to us like that...don't even THINK about it...you have absolutely NO RIGHT YOU LITTLE FREAK!!" He smacked him across the face. That kind of treatment didn't hurt much anymore... He remembered when he had first arrived there. He remembered something called a portkey had carried It was a sunny day.
'Sort of funny really..." He'd often think to himself. 'Usually things are miserable and rainy out when your life takes a huge turn for the worse.' How the people who had found him that fateful night found out where his relatvies lived was beyond him. Of course it had been wizards who had found him...they had sensed the magic and rushed over to find a scared boy crying and bleeding and hugging his father. There had been no apparent injuries on him, so they took him into their home for a few days until they finally located the relatives...he wished they never did...that he had been adopted by some nice loving family. Anyway when he got there, he had started crying. Well he soon learned that crying was seen as a big weakness and was shut into his room for a day. Since then, things had steadily gotten worse until now...when he was basically their slave. Chaos sighed and got ready for the lecture.
"YOU KNOW YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SIT WITH MY FAMILY LIKE YOU WERE PART OF IT!! NOW MAKE US BREAKFAST!!" He shouted at Chaos. Chaos rolled his eyes and started on breakfast. He once or twice considered putting some of the rat poison in the food...but they always made him take a bite first. Just to make sure.
'Wonder why they don't trust me?' He asked himself sarcastically with a smirk. Just then, Phil came rushing downstairs.
"Oh my sweetykins!" Gertrude broaded over her son. Phil rolled his eyes, ignoring her.
"Breakfast almost done prick?" He asked Chaos.
"Almost..." He responded neutrally.
"It would be done if Chaos had gotten up earlier and hadn't talked back to us like the dirty little arse he is." His uncle smirked and Chaos rolled his eyes again, finishing breakfast and serving it. Hopefully they'd have some scraps for him today...he hadn't eaten in a few days and didn't know how much longer he could go on. He quickly took one small bite to show that there was nothing wrong with the food in front of them.
"Chaos for talking back, you are to go to your room with no meals..." His Uncle told him mirthlessly. Chaos gave them a cold look before walking upstairs and into his small room that was more like a prison. He felt tears start to fall down his face, but made no effort to wipe them off. He heard a knock but didn't open. He didn't really care if he got into trouble right now. The door opened and Phil walked in.
'Great what did I do to him now?' Chaos thought. He was shocked when Phil put down a plate of food for him. Chaos just stared at it.
"Don't worry it's not poisoned. Hurry up and eat so I don't look bad in front of Mum and dad." Chaos gladly did what he was told. He ate ravenously and when he was done, Phil handed him a can of soda. He drank that down fast.
"Why are you doing this?" Chaos asked. Phil sighed.
"Because I don't want you to starve...then mum and dad would get charged for child abuse and I wouldn't get away with anymore shit." Phil smirked. He knew...as much as he hated to admit it...he had grown an interest towards the kid. He grabbed the plate and soda can and walked out hastily of the room. Chaos just sat feeling shocked but refreshed from the food. He laid on his bed and fell into a light, dreamless sleep. He awoke a few hours later to hear a tapping on his window. It was a bird of some sort...perhaps...an owl?
''What the hell?'' He groaned and opened the window. The brown bird dropped a letter on the small cot chaos called a bed and flew off into the distance. Chaos picked up the strange letter. It was addressed to him. It read-
"Mr. C Malfoy
The smallest bedroom
Lemi Street
Yashoun England He turned over the envelope and saw a strange looking emblem.
"Maybe Phil put crack into that food..." He said to himself. Chaos opened the letter and took out the thick, manilla parchment inside. The first sentence was-
"You have been accepted to the Hogwarts School Of Wizardry and Witchcraft."
A/N I hope you enjoyed that first chapter. Please read and review....flame me if you want to....I need the attention!^_^
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"Chaos get down!" The voice of his father desperately yelled. A 5 year old boy with blood dripping down his pant leg ducked underneath an oak table, scared and cold.. Moments later the spot he had been standing was hit by a great force, destroying the ground underneath. His father stood in front of his hiding spot, protecting him from the oncoming foe. The scared little boy curled up into a ball, terrified and sobbing softly to himself. He had never felt such fear in his young life.
"Please...just leave us alone! We're not hurting anyone!" He heard his father plead to the tall, looming figure.
"At least leave our son alone!" Chaos heard words he didn't understand from the strange figure and a green light hit his father, causing him to collapse. Chaos heard his father's anguished scream and pried his arms away from his own face, looking into the own face of his father. Before him he saw empty eyes, pale skin and blood dripping from his father's mouth. Chaos felt as though his heart was being ripped harshly from his body. Tears welled in his eyes.
"Daddy!!!" Chaos screamed. The omininous figure then turned towards him wand raised. He was smiling maliciously. He heard the man scream something and the same green light came from out of his wand, straight towards the small boy.
He awoke in a cold sweat. The scenes and sounds of that fateful night echoed through Chaos Malfoy's head. Although he had only been 5, everything replayed perfectly in his head. His parents' screams, that blast of green light that had destroyed any hope of happiness Chaos thought he had. Everything had been so perfect for him and his family...why did it all have to be ruined. He looked around the baren room he practically lived in. After that tragedy, Chaos had been sent to live with his relatives...who were disapproving of everything his parents had stood for...especially magic. Everytime he brought up anything magical, unusually, or did anything wrong to them in that household his Uncle Matthew and Aunt Gertrude...well he had a few scars to remind of him of those incidents.
"Chaos get the fuck down here!!" His Uncle screamed. "DON'T THINK I WON'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU, CAUSE YOU KNOW I WILL YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!!" Chaos rubbed his eyes tiredly, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. He was now 11...he had endured 6 years of his hateful Uncle and Aunt. Oh yeah and he couldn't forget his spoiled older cousin. Well...actually his cousin could be nice at times...but never when they were around his parents or his friends. Although mostly horrid to him, his cousin could sometimes surprise him by asking him to do things with him. And sometimes after a particularly bad beating...physically or verbally...he would even try to comfort Chaos. Especially now during his time of "Teenage Rebellion." He didn't know how long that would last. He hoped it be longer and more pleasant then his cousin's Phil "Beat up anyone weaker than me" phase he went through when Chaos was 8. Chaos had no friends. His Aunt and Uncle made sure of it. They didn't want him to get close to anyone, or his weirdness might contaminate others. He was always so lonely, and due to that, had become bitter towards the world.
'Well I'd better get up before they yell so hard they all fall into a coma...lord knows we wouldn't want that.' He thought sarcastically to himself. There were many things that his relatives hated about him...the only one that was evident to him was his American accent. He had been born in America and since he was already one quarter American, and one of his parents, the one where he got the quarter American from, was born and raised in Vermont. That was different and different, he had been taught, was wrong. Chaos tiredly got out of bed and gazed out his window. The neigborhood was quiet enough...quaint would be the word. They lived in a city in England called Yashoun.(A/n..yaoi/slash/shounen ai...sry...was too lazy to look up a real city...and ya kno....^_^) His cousin was in a gang called Slash(A/n betcha never saw that name coming!) and being 5 years older than him, felt it necassary to dominate over him. It wasn't because of his magical background...his cousin just wanted to have power over someone other than his parents. Oh well as of this moment they had unspoken truce...if Chaos stayed out of Phil's way, and did a few small chores for him, then there was no problem. Chaos sighed and got dressed as slowly as possible.
"CHAOS GET YOUR BLOODY ARSE DOWN HERE RIGHT AWAY YOU SLOW, GODAMNED FREAK!" His Uncle yelled to him. Chaos groaned and surpressed the urge to yell back at him. All he needed was a beating from that bastard. Chaos didn't know why he was feeling so rebellious. He was probably catching it from Phil...or maybe it was just puberty. He hurried up the dressing and walked downstairs and sitting down at the table.
"And what do you think YOU'RE doing?" His stern looking Aunt demanded. She reminded him of a teacher Chaos had...she looked as though someone had shoved a termite up her arse permantly. She worked at a clothing store...a very expensive clothing store. His Uncle was a very stronge, tall man who worked as a wrestling coach at Phil's school. Phil of course hated the sport...Chaos wasn't sure if it was rebellion or actual hatred towards it...maybe he'd ask a little later when he was feeling up to punishment if Phil saw it as being a "sarcastic little prick."
"I'm sitting...you know where you put your...ass...down on a sitting surface or ground...sit-ting." Her face twisted up into a weird expression. Chaos didn't know what had brought that comment on. Maybe he was starting to go crazy...well he could only hope. As he looked over innocently to his aunt, he was surprised for a moment to see a cruel grin on her face. That momentary confusion was soon lost. Chaos felt himself being thrown out of the chair violently. He turned around to see his Uncle's angry face...as purple and intimidating as it could possibly be.
"Don't you DARE talk to us like that...don't even THINK about it...you have absolutely NO RIGHT YOU LITTLE FREAK!!" He smacked him across the face. That kind of treatment didn't hurt much anymore... He remembered when he had first arrived there. He remembered something called a portkey had carried It was a sunny day.
'Sort of funny really..." He'd often think to himself. 'Usually things are miserable and rainy out when your life takes a huge turn for the worse.' How the people who had found him that fateful night found out where his relatvies lived was beyond him. Of course it had been wizards who had found him...they had sensed the magic and rushed over to find a scared boy crying and bleeding and hugging his father. There had been no apparent injuries on him, so they took him into their home for a few days until they finally located the relatives...he wished they never did...that he had been adopted by some nice loving family. Anyway when he got there, he had started crying. Well he soon learned that crying was seen as a big weakness and was shut into his room for a day. Since then, things had steadily gotten worse until now...when he was basically their slave. Chaos sighed and got ready for the lecture.
"YOU KNOW YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SIT WITH MY FAMILY LIKE YOU WERE PART OF IT!! NOW MAKE US BREAKFAST!!" He shouted at Chaos. Chaos rolled his eyes and started on breakfast. He once or twice considered putting some of the rat poison in the food...but they always made him take a bite first. Just to make sure.
'Wonder why they don't trust me?' He asked himself sarcastically with a smirk. Just then, Phil came rushing downstairs.
"Oh my sweetykins!" Gertrude broaded over her son. Phil rolled his eyes, ignoring her.
"Breakfast almost done prick?" He asked Chaos.
"Almost..." He responded neutrally.
"It would be done if Chaos had gotten up earlier and hadn't talked back to us like the dirty little arse he is." His uncle smirked and Chaos rolled his eyes again, finishing breakfast and serving it. Hopefully they'd have some scraps for him today...he hadn't eaten in a few days and didn't know how much longer he could go on. He quickly took one small bite to show that there was nothing wrong with the food in front of them.
"Chaos for talking back, you are to go to your room with no meals..." His Uncle told him mirthlessly. Chaos gave them a cold look before walking upstairs and into his small room that was more like a prison. He felt tears start to fall down his face, but made no effort to wipe them off. He heard a knock but didn't open. He didn't really care if he got into trouble right now. The door opened and Phil walked in.
'Great what did I do to him now?' Chaos thought. He was shocked when Phil put down a plate of food for him. Chaos just stared at it.
"Don't worry it's not poisoned. Hurry up and eat so I don't look bad in front of Mum and dad." Chaos gladly did what he was told. He ate ravenously and when he was done, Phil handed him a can of soda. He drank that down fast.
"Why are you doing this?" Chaos asked. Phil sighed.
"Because I don't want you to starve...then mum and dad would get charged for child abuse and I wouldn't get away with anymore shit." Phil smirked. He knew...as much as he hated to admit it...he had grown an interest towards the kid. He grabbed the plate and soda can and walked out hastily of the room. Chaos just sat feeling shocked but refreshed from the food. He laid on his bed and fell into a light, dreamless sleep. He awoke a few hours later to hear a tapping on his window. It was a bird of some sort...perhaps...an owl?
''What the hell?'' He groaned and opened the window. The brown bird dropped a letter on the small cot chaos called a bed and flew off into the distance. Chaos picked up the strange letter. It was addressed to him. It read-
"Mr. C Malfoy
The smallest bedroom
Lemi Street
Yashoun England He turned over the envelope and saw a strange looking emblem.
"Maybe Phil put crack into that food..." He said to himself. Chaos opened the letter and took out the thick, manilla parchment inside. The first sentence was-
"You have been accepted to the Hogwarts School Of Wizardry and Witchcraft."
A/N I hope you enjoyed that first chapter. Please read and review....flame me if you want to....I need the attention!^_^