Gifts Aren'tt Always Presents
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. Too bad, if it did I'd be rich, instead of a
penniless college student.
Summary: Draco has very bad birthday. (I'm bad at summaries) First attempt, flames
totally welcome.( *-equal thougts)
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Chapter One: Happy Birthday
It was a warm spring day as the students walked throigh the hallsto heir respective
classes. Most stuedents were laughing and chatting cheerily with their friend, lingering 'til
the last second. Two students, however, already sat in their seats.
One of these was Hermione Granger; she would never risk being late for a class if
she could help it. She sat patiently, reviewing her notes form the previous class. The
student at the table in front of her was none other thatn her blonde-headed nemesis.
Draco Malfoy was not having a good day. today was his birthday. One would
assume this would be a great day for the Slytherin Prince, but it had started horribly when
he woke up this morning with a raging headache. Then, Pansy had given him her gift: a
thick chained necklace with a large gaudy dragon pendandt. "I saw it and I thought it was
just the perfect thing for my Dragon." She said in a sticky sweet voice. Her face fell as she
saw his look of distatse. Not wanting to deal with a sulky Pansy, he put it on, insisting he
liked it. (He'd get rid of it or "loose" it in a weak or so.) She had clung to him happily
until Millicent came get her so they could study for thier test today.
Later, at breakfast his owl had arrived with his mother's usual box of sweets. To
his dismay (but not to his surprise) Crabbe and Goyle quikly ate it all. He'd only wanted
one. To make matters worse, they were promptly ill; all over his transfiguration essay. He
tripped on the way down the stairs to potions and his headach seemed to be getting
worse. All in all, it had not been a pleasant morning. Now, he sat at his desk with his head
down, waiting to get the class over with.
Slowly, the other students filtered in. As the last student took his seat, Professor
Snape made his usual stormy entrance, complete with his perpetual snarl. "Today we will
be working on the Invisisbility Potion. Your instructions are on the board, as well as your
assigned partners. Be warned, the potions will be closely minitored, anyone caught using
the potion for childish pranks and such will be punished. You may begin." Draco looked
up at the board and groaned. Granger was his partner. Just great, each second was better
than the next.
Hermione gathered her things and made her way over. Her displeasure was also
evident in her expression. The two began their potion speaking only when necessary.
Draco wathched the silber potion simmering. *It could have been worse, I could have
gotten Weasly or Longbottom, at least Granger can make a potion.* He closed his eyes as
his headache spiked painfully. He then realized Hermione was talking to him. "What?" He
asked, looking at her. "I said, you better turn it off, it's about to burn." She replied a little
frustrated at having to repeat herself. "Oh, sorry." He quickly put out the flame. Hermione
gave him a quizzical look. * "sorry?" never heard that before he must not be feeling well
or something.*
She shrugged and began stirring the potion while Draco cut the final ingrediant into fine
pieces.
Suddenly, Draco dropped the knife he'd been using. Hermione looked as it
clattered to the floor. Draco jerked back starring straight ahead, his pupils si small, his
eyes seemed completly silver. Hermion grabbed his trying to get his attention. "Malfoy?
Are you okay?" He didn't seem to hear her, he gasped and pulled away suddenly, falling to
the floor. e sat there with his arems around his legs rocking back and forth. "No, no,
no..:" He whimpered over and over seemingly in shock. "What's wrong? What do you
see?" Hermione asked worriedly, the silver eyes were creeping her out. "Screaming.
They're killing them. The children first. " Draco whispered, still staring ahead. " The man
is screaming. Emily! They tortured her to death right in front of him. Oh, Merlin!There's
so much blood...." Suddenly he collasped bonelessly slidding sideways to lie upon the
floor, unconcious.
The whole room was silent, as students watched curiosly.Snape rushed over
concerned for his favorite student. "Granger, Raydeen," he said indicating Hermione and a
fairly responsible Slytherin;"You two are in charge, collect the vials and put them in the
cabinet, if any are missing you two will recieve a month's detention for both of you and a
hundred house points deduction. Class is dismissed." Snape levitated Draco hurrying to
the hospital wing.
"What happened?" Madame Pomphrey rushed to tend her newest patient. Snape
lowered Draco onto a bed. "He seems to have fainted, but I think he was hallucinating
before he lost concioussness." Madame Ponphrey looked up at that. "Hallucinating,?
About what? Are you sure he was hallucinating?" Snape gave her a withering glare. "I
suppose you could ask Miss Granger, she was the closest, she saw the whole thing." He
grimaced a little as he said her name. "Well go get her you ninny!" Madame Pomphrey
ordered. If it wasn't for the fact he was worried about his favorite student he may have
resented that, instead he quickly left to retrieve her.
Meanwhile, the nurse checked out her patient. "Hm, no fever or flu syptoms,
steady pulst, no wounds or traces of potion or toxins." Pomphrey was a little desturbed, if
the boy had hallucinated there should be a fever or some kind of illness. She didn't have
time to ponder though, as the door oppened to admit Snape with Hermione in tow. She
motioned them to have a seat on the nearby bed. She was about to begin questioning
Hermione when draco began to stir. "How are you feeling Mr. Malfoy?" asked the nurse
as his eyes fluttered open. He moaned "My head feels like it's about to explode. What
happened?" Madame Pomphrey accioed a headache potion. "Professor Snape says you
were hallucinating, can you tell me about it?" She asked turning back to face him.
"Hallucinating?" he asked confused. "I don't remeber that, all I remeber is cutting the last
ingrediant, my head hurt...and then I was here." Madame Pomphrey pressed on. "You
don't remeber what you saw?" Draco shook his head, wincing as his head still ached.
"No." Madame Pomphrey frowned. "Perhaps Miss Granger can tell us, it may be
important." She turned to Hermione. "Can you tell me about the incident?" Hermione
nodded. "It was wierd, he dropped his knife so I turned to see what was the matterand his
eyes had gone all silver, and then he jerked back like he'd benn smacked. I tried to ask him
what was ging on, but when I touched him he pilled away so fast he fell off his stool, and
then-then he sat on the floor rocking back and forth." Draco listened, confused and
worried, he didn't remeber any of this. Madame Pomphrey asked Hermione another
question. "Did he say anyting?" Hermione answered slowly, she still found his reply wery
disturbing. "First he kept saying 'no, no' over and over. Then when I asked him what he
saw he told me something about screaming, people dying,, someone named Emily, and
blood, and then he passed out." "Is that all?" Hermione nodded her head. "Yes."
"Thankyou, you may go." Said the nurse, dismissing her back to class. Hermione left, a
little reluctan to leave, her curiosity piqued.
As Hermione left, who should walk in but Dumbledoor. " Good morining Poppy,
Severus." They nodded acknowledging his entrance. "What seems to be the problem here,
no potion accidents I hope?"
Snape was filling him in when suddenly, Draco's headache spiked again and he was once
again immersed in a vision.
He foind himself in a small, slighlty ragged house. As he walked through the house
he came upont the dining room. He saw shadowy figures sitting at the table. They seemed
to be singing what sounded like "Happy Birthday." There was a crask as the door
slammed open. Dark figures entered and before the family could react they raised their
wands. Two of the smaller figures, children, fell dead as green light flew towards them
from the figures' wands. The parents remained where they were, frozen in shock and
horror. The figures then dragged the now screaming couple into another room. The
woman bit one of her captors who repsoned by backhanding her across the face. Draco
reeled, feeling the slap as if it had been him, he felt the pain and terror of the couple
swirling around him. He whatcehd in horror as the figures tortured the woman before her
husband. The man watched, screaming. "Stop! Stop! Please God, make them stop! Emily!
Emily, I love you!" He wailed as she died. When her body fell quiet, he continued
screaming her name over and over untul he too was cursed, dead.
Draco covered his ears, trying to drown out the echoes of the awful screams.
Dumbledoor shook him gently trying to get his attention. Finally, Draco snapped back to
reality. "Draco," Dumbledoor spoke, his tone soft and reassuring, "We need you to tell us
what you saw" So Draco told him, heitently, the horrific images still replaying in his
mind's eye.
When he finished, Madame Pomphrey was finally able to give hime the headache
potion. The throbbing dissipated in seconds. Dumbledoor spoke again:"Thankyou, Draco.
I'm afraid I can't tell you what happened, but I may have an idea. You should be fine for
now. Why don't you head down to dinner. Madame Pomphrey and I will discuss this, if
you feel another headache comming on, please come and see us." Draco nodded and
hurried out of the hospital wing.
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That's all for now, thanks for reading. Don't forget to review.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. Too bad, if it did I'd be rich, instead of a
penniless college student.
Summary: Draco has very bad birthday. (I'm bad at summaries) First attempt, flames
totally welcome.( *-equal thougts)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter One: Happy Birthday
It was a warm spring day as the students walked throigh the hallsto heir respective
classes. Most stuedents were laughing and chatting cheerily with their friend, lingering 'til
the last second. Two students, however, already sat in their seats.
One of these was Hermione Granger; she would never risk being late for a class if
she could help it. She sat patiently, reviewing her notes form the previous class. The
student at the table in front of her was none other thatn her blonde-headed nemesis.
Draco Malfoy was not having a good day. today was his birthday. One would
assume this would be a great day for the Slytherin Prince, but it had started horribly when
he woke up this morning with a raging headache. Then, Pansy had given him her gift: a
thick chained necklace with a large gaudy dragon pendandt. "I saw it and I thought it was
just the perfect thing for my Dragon." She said in a sticky sweet voice. Her face fell as she
saw his look of distatse. Not wanting to deal with a sulky Pansy, he put it on, insisting he
liked it. (He'd get rid of it or "loose" it in a weak or so.) She had clung to him happily
until Millicent came get her so they could study for thier test today.
Later, at breakfast his owl had arrived with his mother's usual box of sweets. To
his dismay (but not to his surprise) Crabbe and Goyle quikly ate it all. He'd only wanted
one. To make matters worse, they were promptly ill; all over his transfiguration essay. He
tripped on the way down the stairs to potions and his headach seemed to be getting
worse. All in all, it had not been a pleasant morning. Now, he sat at his desk with his head
down, waiting to get the class over with.
Slowly, the other students filtered in. As the last student took his seat, Professor
Snape made his usual stormy entrance, complete with his perpetual snarl. "Today we will
be working on the Invisisbility Potion. Your instructions are on the board, as well as your
assigned partners. Be warned, the potions will be closely minitored, anyone caught using
the potion for childish pranks and such will be punished. You may begin." Draco looked
up at the board and groaned. Granger was his partner. Just great, each second was better
than the next.
Hermione gathered her things and made her way over. Her displeasure was also
evident in her expression. The two began their potion speaking only when necessary.
Draco wathched the silber potion simmering. *It could have been worse, I could have
gotten Weasly or Longbottom, at least Granger can make a potion.* He closed his eyes as
his headache spiked painfully. He then realized Hermione was talking to him. "What?" He
asked, looking at her. "I said, you better turn it off, it's about to burn." She replied a little
frustrated at having to repeat herself. "Oh, sorry." He quickly put out the flame. Hermione
gave him a quizzical look. * "sorry?" never heard that before he must not be feeling well
or something.*
She shrugged and began stirring the potion while Draco cut the final ingrediant into fine
pieces.
Suddenly, Draco dropped the knife he'd been using. Hermione looked as it
clattered to the floor. Draco jerked back starring straight ahead, his pupils si small, his
eyes seemed completly silver. Hermion grabbed his trying to get his attention. "Malfoy?
Are you okay?" He didn't seem to hear her, he gasped and pulled away suddenly, falling to
the floor. e sat there with his arems around his legs rocking back and forth. "No, no,
no..:" He whimpered over and over seemingly in shock. "What's wrong? What do you
see?" Hermione asked worriedly, the silver eyes were creeping her out. "Screaming.
They're killing them. The children first. " Draco whispered, still staring ahead. " The man
is screaming. Emily! They tortured her to death right in front of him. Oh, Merlin!There's
so much blood...." Suddenly he collasped bonelessly slidding sideways to lie upon the
floor, unconcious.
The whole room was silent, as students watched curiosly.Snape rushed over
concerned for his favorite student. "Granger, Raydeen," he said indicating Hermione and a
fairly responsible Slytherin;"You two are in charge, collect the vials and put them in the
cabinet, if any are missing you two will recieve a month's detention for both of you and a
hundred house points deduction. Class is dismissed." Snape levitated Draco hurrying to
the hospital wing.
"What happened?" Madame Pomphrey rushed to tend her newest patient. Snape
lowered Draco onto a bed. "He seems to have fainted, but I think he was hallucinating
before he lost concioussness." Madame Ponphrey looked up at that. "Hallucinating,?
About what? Are you sure he was hallucinating?" Snape gave her a withering glare. "I
suppose you could ask Miss Granger, she was the closest, she saw the whole thing." He
grimaced a little as he said her name. "Well go get her you ninny!" Madame Pomphrey
ordered. If it wasn't for the fact he was worried about his favorite student he may have
resented that, instead he quickly left to retrieve her.
Meanwhile, the nurse checked out her patient. "Hm, no fever or flu syptoms,
steady pulst, no wounds or traces of potion or toxins." Pomphrey was a little desturbed, if
the boy had hallucinated there should be a fever or some kind of illness. She didn't have
time to ponder though, as the door oppened to admit Snape with Hermione in tow. She
motioned them to have a seat on the nearby bed. She was about to begin questioning
Hermione when draco began to stir. "How are you feeling Mr. Malfoy?" asked the nurse
as his eyes fluttered open. He moaned "My head feels like it's about to explode. What
happened?" Madame Pomphrey accioed a headache potion. "Professor Snape says you
were hallucinating, can you tell me about it?" She asked turning back to face him.
"Hallucinating?" he asked confused. "I don't remeber that, all I remeber is cutting the last
ingrediant, my head hurt...and then I was here." Madame Pomphrey pressed on. "You
don't remeber what you saw?" Draco shook his head, wincing as his head still ached.
"No." Madame Pomphrey frowned. "Perhaps Miss Granger can tell us, it may be
important." She turned to Hermione. "Can you tell me about the incident?" Hermione
nodded. "It was wierd, he dropped his knife so I turned to see what was the matterand his
eyes had gone all silver, and then he jerked back like he'd benn smacked. I tried to ask him
what was ging on, but when I touched him he pilled away so fast he fell off his stool, and
then-then he sat on the floor rocking back and forth." Draco listened, confused and
worried, he didn't remeber any of this. Madame Pomphrey asked Hermione another
question. "Did he say anyting?" Hermione answered slowly, she still found his reply wery
disturbing. "First he kept saying 'no, no' over and over. Then when I asked him what he
saw he told me something about screaming, people dying,, someone named Emily, and
blood, and then he passed out." "Is that all?" Hermione nodded her head. "Yes."
"Thankyou, you may go." Said the nurse, dismissing her back to class. Hermione left, a
little reluctan to leave, her curiosity piqued.
As Hermione left, who should walk in but Dumbledoor. " Good morining Poppy,
Severus." They nodded acknowledging his entrance. "What seems to be the problem here,
no potion accidents I hope?"
Snape was filling him in when suddenly, Draco's headache spiked again and he was once
again immersed in a vision.
He foind himself in a small, slighlty ragged house. As he walked through the house
he came upont the dining room. He saw shadowy figures sitting at the table. They seemed
to be singing what sounded like "Happy Birthday." There was a crask as the door
slammed open. Dark figures entered and before the family could react they raised their
wands. Two of the smaller figures, children, fell dead as green light flew towards them
from the figures' wands. The parents remained where they were, frozen in shock and
horror. The figures then dragged the now screaming couple into another room. The
woman bit one of her captors who repsoned by backhanding her across the face. Draco
reeled, feeling the slap as if it had been him, he felt the pain and terror of the couple
swirling around him. He whatcehd in horror as the figures tortured the woman before her
husband. The man watched, screaming. "Stop! Stop! Please God, make them stop! Emily!
Emily, I love you!" He wailed as she died. When her body fell quiet, he continued
screaming her name over and over untul he too was cursed, dead.
Draco covered his ears, trying to drown out the echoes of the awful screams.
Dumbledoor shook him gently trying to get his attention. Finally, Draco snapped back to
reality. "Draco," Dumbledoor spoke, his tone soft and reassuring, "We need you to tell us
what you saw" So Draco told him, heitently, the horrific images still replaying in his
mind's eye.
When he finished, Madame Pomphrey was finally able to give hime the headache
potion. The throbbing dissipated in seconds. Dumbledoor spoke again:"Thankyou, Draco.
I'm afraid I can't tell you what happened, but I may have an idea. You should be fine for
now. Why don't you head down to dinner. Madame Pomphrey and I will discuss this, if
you feel another headache comming on, please come and see us." Draco nodded and
hurried out of the hospital wing.
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That's all for now, thanks for reading. Don't forget to review.