Chapter 9: Malfoy's Memory
James Potter brushed back his hair. Remus Lupin was shuffling papers around, Sirius Black was waving to a bunch of younger Gryffindor girls, and Peter Pettigrew was walking behind them, looking at the ground. The four friends walked down the hallway of Hogwarts to their Potions class. Sirius looked at James. "Hey Potter, have you noticed Snape acting a little. hehe. weird lately?" Sirius looked over at the black haired boy walking farther up the hallway. "No. Not really. Why?" asked James. "The ugly git keeps looking back here and. see he's doing it again!" Sirius nodded toward Snape. Snape was staring at them but as soon as they noticed he shot his head back around and walked faster.
Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs walked through the door to Potions. They sat in their usual seats and James propped his feet on the desk, leaning back in his chair. Lupin spread his papers over the table next to his cauldron. Peter pulled out his wand. He stared at it and swiftly turned to face Lupin. "Whoa there Wormtail! Point that thing in someone else's face, will ya?" Lupin stared at his friend. A smile spread across Peter's face. Peter mumbled something under his breath and with a flick of the wrist the room started to shake. Lupin's papers flew everywhere. James put his feet down and stood up. The floor split open and students started to scream. There was a gaping hole in the floor. Sirius jumped up from his chair and pulled out his wand. "Peter what the hell are you doing?" Sirius barked. Peter turned his wand on Sirius and James and they backed up right into the hole. Lupin screamed and bent down over the ditch, watching his friends fall. Snape put his hand on Lupin's shoulder. Lupin turned around, still sitting on the floor. "Why don't you love me, like I love you, Remus?" Snape's eye's filled with tears. Lupin looked around the shaking room horrified and jumped up. He pushed Snape to the side and ran. He ran out of the room, down the hall, and bumped right into Harry Potter. "Who are you?" Harry looked Lupin up and down. Lupin turned around and his feet gave way and he fell. He fell straight into a black hole until he landed, face first, in a back alley. Professor Remus Lupin woke with a start. He sighed and looked over to his right. Tonks was still asleep. He sat up and stared at his clock on the bedside table. 3:55. What was it about this night that seemed never-ending? Trying not to wake her, Lupin got out of bed and opened the door. It creaked and Tonks turned over. Lupin walked out and closed the door.
Malfoy stirred in Ron's bed, his right hand still tied to the bed. He opened his eyes and looked around the room. He jerked and sat up. Terrified he stared at his bound right hand. His eyes grew wider. Where the fuck am I, he thought. It took Malfoy at least one whole minute to realize where he was, why he was tied up, and what he and Hermione had done less than an hour ago. At first, Malfoy was disgusted with himself. Then he remembered Malfoya the Tree. A wide smile grew across Malfoy's face. He had yet to tell anyone of the musical he had been thinking of in his head. He had been planning it for years. Malfoya the Tree, Malfoy had decided, would be his stage name. It had come to him the very first time he had been high.
Malfoy's first experience with weed had happened his first year at Hogwarts. He had been strolling the hallways with his friends. Well ok 'friends' is a huge compliment to Crabbe and Goyle but what else could he call them? More like bodyguards, though Malfoy would never ever admit to anyone that he needed those ugly git's for anything. Anyway back to Malfoya the Tree. The three of them had been walking through the halls where they came to the Slytherin common room. They entered but it was completely empty. Malfoy was about to turn around and leave when they heard loud laughter and smoke drifting from the bedrooms. Malfoy looked at Crabbe and nodded towards the staircase. They walked cautiously and when they reached the top of the stairs, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were hit in the face by a huge cloud of smoke. This smoke, Malfoy thought, is not from fire or a cauldron. To Malfoy it smelled almost sweet. Like it had been meant for him. It was calling out to him. He walked across the room to the source. It was Marcus Flint and a couple of his buddies. Malfoy knew he was probably unwanted and turned to leave when there was another burst of laughter and one of Flint's buddies called out. "Hey there kiddies. hahaha. you gotta try some of this shit," he coughed and offered Malfoy a strange object. It looked like a muggle cigarette only horribly wrapped. It smelled like the sweet and sour smoke floating around the room and out the windows. Malfoy took the object and stared at the four people passing around another 'blunt' as they called it. He watched carefully at how they used it and repeated the move handing it over to Goyle. The smoke burned his throat and he coughed but deep inside he felt happy.
After three more hits Malfoy was starting to feel different. In fact there the dim light in the room seemed to be getting brighter and brighter, and he felt really hungry. Malfoy stood up from the circle and started to walk to find some food. Malfoy's footsteps sounded extremely loud to him and he started to giggle. Soon he was straight out laughing, but he stopped himself. He looked around and realized he was outside next to a huge tree. At first Malfoy thought it was the Whomping Willow but it wasn't moving. Malfoy sat down next to it giggling. Where are Crabbe and Goyle, he thought. He looked up at the tree. "Where are Crabbe and Goyle?" Malfoy asked the tree. Then he laughed. I'm talking to a tree. He fell backwards laughing and stared up at the sky. Damn I wish I had some weed, he thought. The clouds seemed to be zooming around the sky intensely fast. Malfoy giggled and reached out to them. "Draco?" A very loud voice rumbled through his head. He turned to his side and stared at the tree. "Oui?" Malfoy tried to hold a straight face but instead burst out laughing.
"Draco Malfoy. Do you know where Crabbe and Goyle are?" the tree was talking. Malfoy stared mesmerized. "No, where are they?" Malfoy was intrigued. He held a straight face and looked up at the tree. There were peculiar leaves on the tree. He stood up and reached up, pulling off a leaf. "What are these?" Malfoy stared at the leaf in his hand. It flew out and blew around his head. It flew away in the wind and more leaves tumbled around him. "Malfoy." the tree said his name and trailed off. Malfoy laughed. "Did you just call me Malfoya?" Malfoy giggled and then collapsed on the ground again. The tree did nothing. Malfoy's eyes were glazed and he stared up at the racing clouds again. A giant moon came into focus. It had a face with a giant mustache and sunglasses. It laughed jolly and loud. "Malfoya the Tree," laughed the moon. Malfoy smiled and wrapped his robes around himself tightly. "Malfoya the Tree. ten sickle hooker." Malfoy closed his eyes and slept.
Malfoy jerked his hand from the bedpost. Not much longer after that Filch found me, he thought, young and naïve. Now if only I could reach my wand.
James Potter brushed back his hair. Remus Lupin was shuffling papers around, Sirius Black was waving to a bunch of younger Gryffindor girls, and Peter Pettigrew was walking behind them, looking at the ground. The four friends walked down the hallway of Hogwarts to their Potions class. Sirius looked at James. "Hey Potter, have you noticed Snape acting a little. hehe. weird lately?" Sirius looked over at the black haired boy walking farther up the hallway. "No. Not really. Why?" asked James. "The ugly git keeps looking back here and. see he's doing it again!" Sirius nodded toward Snape. Snape was staring at them but as soon as they noticed he shot his head back around and walked faster.
Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs walked through the door to Potions. They sat in their usual seats and James propped his feet on the desk, leaning back in his chair. Lupin spread his papers over the table next to his cauldron. Peter pulled out his wand. He stared at it and swiftly turned to face Lupin. "Whoa there Wormtail! Point that thing in someone else's face, will ya?" Lupin stared at his friend. A smile spread across Peter's face. Peter mumbled something under his breath and with a flick of the wrist the room started to shake. Lupin's papers flew everywhere. James put his feet down and stood up. The floor split open and students started to scream. There was a gaping hole in the floor. Sirius jumped up from his chair and pulled out his wand. "Peter what the hell are you doing?" Sirius barked. Peter turned his wand on Sirius and James and they backed up right into the hole. Lupin screamed and bent down over the ditch, watching his friends fall. Snape put his hand on Lupin's shoulder. Lupin turned around, still sitting on the floor. "Why don't you love me, like I love you, Remus?" Snape's eye's filled with tears. Lupin looked around the shaking room horrified and jumped up. He pushed Snape to the side and ran. He ran out of the room, down the hall, and bumped right into Harry Potter. "Who are you?" Harry looked Lupin up and down. Lupin turned around and his feet gave way and he fell. He fell straight into a black hole until he landed, face first, in a back alley. Professor Remus Lupin woke with a start. He sighed and looked over to his right. Tonks was still asleep. He sat up and stared at his clock on the bedside table. 3:55. What was it about this night that seemed never-ending? Trying not to wake her, Lupin got out of bed and opened the door. It creaked and Tonks turned over. Lupin walked out and closed the door.
Malfoy stirred in Ron's bed, his right hand still tied to the bed. He opened his eyes and looked around the room. He jerked and sat up. Terrified he stared at his bound right hand. His eyes grew wider. Where the fuck am I, he thought. It took Malfoy at least one whole minute to realize where he was, why he was tied up, and what he and Hermione had done less than an hour ago. At first, Malfoy was disgusted with himself. Then he remembered Malfoya the Tree. A wide smile grew across Malfoy's face. He had yet to tell anyone of the musical he had been thinking of in his head. He had been planning it for years. Malfoya the Tree, Malfoy had decided, would be his stage name. It had come to him the very first time he had been high.
Malfoy's first experience with weed had happened his first year at Hogwarts. He had been strolling the hallways with his friends. Well ok 'friends' is a huge compliment to Crabbe and Goyle but what else could he call them? More like bodyguards, though Malfoy would never ever admit to anyone that he needed those ugly git's for anything. Anyway back to Malfoya the Tree. The three of them had been walking through the halls where they came to the Slytherin common room. They entered but it was completely empty. Malfoy was about to turn around and leave when they heard loud laughter and smoke drifting from the bedrooms. Malfoy looked at Crabbe and nodded towards the staircase. They walked cautiously and when they reached the top of the stairs, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were hit in the face by a huge cloud of smoke. This smoke, Malfoy thought, is not from fire or a cauldron. To Malfoy it smelled almost sweet. Like it had been meant for him. It was calling out to him. He walked across the room to the source. It was Marcus Flint and a couple of his buddies. Malfoy knew he was probably unwanted and turned to leave when there was another burst of laughter and one of Flint's buddies called out. "Hey there kiddies. hahaha. you gotta try some of this shit," he coughed and offered Malfoy a strange object. It looked like a muggle cigarette only horribly wrapped. It smelled like the sweet and sour smoke floating around the room and out the windows. Malfoy took the object and stared at the four people passing around another 'blunt' as they called it. He watched carefully at how they used it and repeated the move handing it over to Goyle. The smoke burned his throat and he coughed but deep inside he felt happy.
After three more hits Malfoy was starting to feel different. In fact there the dim light in the room seemed to be getting brighter and brighter, and he felt really hungry. Malfoy stood up from the circle and started to walk to find some food. Malfoy's footsteps sounded extremely loud to him and he started to giggle. Soon he was straight out laughing, but he stopped himself. He looked around and realized he was outside next to a huge tree. At first Malfoy thought it was the Whomping Willow but it wasn't moving. Malfoy sat down next to it giggling. Where are Crabbe and Goyle, he thought. He looked up at the tree. "Where are Crabbe and Goyle?" Malfoy asked the tree. Then he laughed. I'm talking to a tree. He fell backwards laughing and stared up at the sky. Damn I wish I had some weed, he thought. The clouds seemed to be zooming around the sky intensely fast. Malfoy giggled and reached out to them. "Draco?" A very loud voice rumbled through his head. He turned to his side and stared at the tree. "Oui?" Malfoy tried to hold a straight face but instead burst out laughing.
"Draco Malfoy. Do you know where Crabbe and Goyle are?" the tree was talking. Malfoy stared mesmerized. "No, where are they?" Malfoy was intrigued. He held a straight face and looked up at the tree. There were peculiar leaves on the tree. He stood up and reached up, pulling off a leaf. "What are these?" Malfoy stared at the leaf in his hand. It flew out and blew around his head. It flew away in the wind and more leaves tumbled around him. "Malfoy." the tree said his name and trailed off. Malfoy laughed. "Did you just call me Malfoya?" Malfoy giggled and then collapsed on the ground again. The tree did nothing. Malfoy's eyes were glazed and he stared up at the racing clouds again. A giant moon came into focus. It had a face with a giant mustache and sunglasses. It laughed jolly and loud. "Malfoya the Tree," laughed the moon. Malfoy smiled and wrapped his robes around himself tightly. "Malfoya the Tree. ten sickle hooker." Malfoy closed his eyes and slept.
Malfoy jerked his hand from the bedpost. Not much longer after that Filch found me, he thought, young and naïve. Now if only I could reach my wand.