Note: Okay please be gentle this is my first fic. I would really appreciate
it if you reviewed, that would be fantastic. I don't know how this idea
came to be, I just hope you like it. Tell me if you do, tell me if you
don't I don't care. I'm used to writing funny things and this is one of my
first serious one, so as I said please be gentle. I'm sorry if anyone is
out of character.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I do own Zell however. J.K Rowling is a champ and whilst I do wish to be a writer I am not her and like I said don't own anything you recognize.
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The Malfoy's Big Secret!!
Chapter 1!!
Draco Malfoy had not spoken a word to his mother since he had disembarked the Hogwarts express after his fifth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. On his trip back from school his arch enemy Harry Potter - the boy who had managed to bring about the fall of the dark lord Voldamort when he was merely a year old - had cursed Draco and his two friends Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, turning them into slugs. This had infuriated Draco as the same boy had managed to insist in his father's capture that same week.
Everyone knew that the Malfoy's were very much into the Dark Arts and were one of the first to come back over to the good side after Lord Voldamort disappeared. They were a rich family and Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, had given generously to several causes and had most of the Ministry of Magic wrapped around his little finger. Despite the Malfoy's turn to the good side many still suspected them of working for Lord Voldamort and they were absolutely right. As soon as the Dark Lord had regained his full strength - that was in Draco's fourth year - Lucius Malfoy took back his place by Voldamorts side as one of his many followers, known only as The Death Eaters. Until recently Lucius Malfoy had gotten away with all his evil deeds, the Minister of Magic himself still believing his innocents. Unfortunately an extremely confusing chain of events - which even Draco didn't know all about yet - had led to Lucius and many of his other fellow Death Eaters being captured and imprisoned in Azkaban, a prison for wizards. Of course Harry Potter had been behind all that and Draco swore to make certain that he paid for what he did to his father.
Draco was glad that his mother wasn't asking him how his trip was like, she usually did, because Potter had placed him in such a bad mood that he felt sure he would just snap at her if he did.
Draco's home life wasn't at all like people had imagined it would be. Almost everyone - including the teachers at school and even Draco's best friends Crabbe and Goyle, assumed he was a pampered little prince who lived a perfect life and got whatever he desired. But they were very wrong. The Malfoy's were indeed a rich family who brought whatever they so desired and used their wealth for their own wicked ways, unfortunately however there money could not buy them happiness. Draco's father was a ruthless man who didn't care for anyone but himself. He may have cared for Draco's mother, Narcissa, at one stage in his life, but Draco had never witnessed it. His parents were hardly ever seen together inside the house and when they were, they were usually at each others throats, yelling, screaming and cursing one another.
Young Draco admired his mother a great deal. She was a beautiful lady who always put on a brave face, maintained composure and always kept her fiery attitude. She always did what was needed to be done and had always said what needed to be said, which was what Draco loved about her most. Yes, Draco did love his mother, although he would never tell her as that would be - as his father liked to say - a weakness, so he simply showed how much he cared in other ways, like cursing anyone who dared make fun of her. Narcissa had never really told Draco she loved him either, perhaps when he was a child she may have told him all the time but he didn't know, she however showed it in many other ways, like protecting him from his father and always doing little things for him which showed her constant affection.
Draco's father was rough with Draco, knocking him about when he wanted to and never showing any mercy. He wanted to toughen Draco up so that he would make a great Death Eater, one which showed no fear, no emotion, so he had taught him all the dark spells he knew off, all the illegal curses and every other horribly wicked thing he could do. It had been quite affective, Draco would already make a terrific Death Eater - he was very powerful, however he still had to empty himself of all emotions, become his father, and Draco had sworn that he would never do such a thing, for his mother's sake. Even though Lucius had noticed Draco was still clinging onto his emotions he would not give up until his son became a person worthy of the Dark Lords appreciation, so he would always push Draco too far, curse him too make him stronger and other horrible things. Draco hated his father, the only reason he let his father push him around was because of his mother, although he didn't know why, she needed Lucius. Draco's mother still hung on to the thought that Voldamort would be destroyed and that maybe Lucius would go back to the way he was before, which wasn't much improvement but it was still better than the present result.
Only Death Eaters had any real idea of Voldamorts powers. He was very persuasive, it was either join him or perish. Draco sometimes wondered what it would have been like if his father and mother had refused to follow Voldamort, he assumed that he would probably be like Potter, parentless and pathetic, always relying on others. If Draco's father had really not have liked Voldamorts train of thought than he probably would have died rather than join, but The Dark Lord's power was too much for Lucius, he was power hungry; he would have to have it. So naturally he joined the Death Eaters without hesitation and now he was paying for it in Azkaban, Draco wasn't sure whether he would miss having his father around or not. He didn't think much of it; he knew his father would be out of Azkaban again in no time. It wouldn't be long now.
He and his mother remained silent and stayed that way until they reached the front gate to the Malfoy mansion. Draco looked over at his mother - now that he was going on 16 he was about her height and no longer had to look up to see her - she had a sad look in her eyes. He wondered if she was at all upset about what had happened to Lucius, did she miss him? He looked up at her again, she was defiantly upset about something, he hoped that she wouldn't start crying, he wouldn't know what to do if she did. But Narcissa wouldn't cry, not over him, she never did.
'We might be having a few visitors from time to time Draco,' Narcissa said, finally breaking the silence between them. 'It seems that Cornelius Fudge thinks it necessary after what happened.'
Narcissa spoke with bitterness in her voice, she hated the meaningless raids that the Ministry insisted on performing and now after Lucius's capture she assumed that they could only get worse.
Draco understood what she was trying to tell him, he had to put away all his Dark Arts books and gadgets so as they would not be caught out.
As soon as they reached the front door Draco took off up to his room, grabbed all the stuff he could find that might prove, embarrassing to their family if found and carried them to the hidden room towards the back of the house. He could have asked there house elf to do it for him, but he wasn't awfully fond of their new house elf, Plinky.
He placed his things in one of the large chests toward the back of the room and then pushed it under the towering bookshelf full of every Dark Arts book imaginable. He turned to leave the room when he suddenly heard a noise. It sounded like someone sniffing.
Draco made to pull out his wand but he realized that it was upstairs in his room with the rest of his Hogwarts things. Infuriated that he could have been so stupid he turned around and headed for the mess of boxes near the door to find the source of the noise.
He reached the boxes and slowly lifted off the large sheet that was covering them - it happened in a flash; the person hiding under the sheet rolled to Draco's side and pulled out a wand.
'Petrificus Totalus!' screamed the small boy in a confident voice. Draco felt his body lock up and he collapsed to the floor.
The boy stepped into his line of vision and Draco knew who it was immediately. He tried to say something, but his jaw was clenched shut from the spell his brother had just performed.
'I got you good Draco,' the boy screamed in excitement and he shouted the counter curse so that Draco was free of his board like state.
Draco got up off the floor and took one threatening step towards his younger brother - but the boy was too quick for him and he had ducked out from Draco's outstretched arms and out of the room before Draco had a chance to grab him.
Draco let him go; he was far too tired to chase after him. He headed back up too his room so that he could unpack his things and just retire to bed.
No one other than Draco, Narcissa and Lucius knew of the existence of another Malfoy. Actually, he wasn't technically even a Malfoy. Zell, as Draco's younger, half-brother was called, was kept a secret from the rest of the wizarding world because Lucius thought he was a disgrace and an embarrassment to the Malfoy name.
Zell was now six years old and was by far the liveliest kid that Draco had ever met, even more so than the annoying Creevy brothers in Gryffindor. It was not unknown to Draco that his mother and father had had their share of affairs, but it was a shock when Draco had found out that Lucius was not Zell's real father. Of course when Lucius realized he was absolutely furious about it and would have had the boy killed, but that would probably mean life in Azkaban and as he was already in most peoples bad books he had settled with telling Narcissa to give the boy away. Narcissa however had pleaded with Lucius telling him to let the boy stay here and under the threat of her exposing him for what he really was, a follower of Voldamort, he had let her have her way - under the circumstances that the boy be kept away from other wizards who might see him for what he really was, not a true Malfoy.
Draco was actually quite fond of his younger brother. It was quite nice to have someone who hated the same people and the same things as he did, and it was also nice to have someone to teach all things like Quidditch, Wizard's Chess and dark spells too.
Draco didn't know who Zell's father was, but one thing was for certain, his mother was very fond of him. He could tell because he always knew that she saw him whenever she looked at his younger brother, and that was probably why she always gave him the slight kiss on the cheek, or the occasional big hug. Draco wasn't jealous however; he had had his share of hugs and kisses when he was Zell's age, although he didn't really remember most of them.
He knew very well that his mother would never have had an affair with anyone unless she really liked them. She would never take the risk. So Draco spent a lot of his time trying to figure out who his mother could have possibly cared so much for.
When he finally reached his room Draco was so tired he abandoned his unpacking and collapsed onto his bed, slowly drifting into a peaceful sleep.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I do own Zell however. J.K Rowling is a champ and whilst I do wish to be a writer I am not her and like I said don't own anything you recognize.
.... and now the moment you've been waiting for... Da-dada-da ... My fic .................
The Malfoy's Big Secret!!
Chapter 1!!
Draco Malfoy had not spoken a word to his mother since he had disembarked the Hogwarts express after his fifth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. On his trip back from school his arch enemy Harry Potter - the boy who had managed to bring about the fall of the dark lord Voldamort when he was merely a year old - had cursed Draco and his two friends Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, turning them into slugs. This had infuriated Draco as the same boy had managed to insist in his father's capture that same week.
Everyone knew that the Malfoy's were very much into the Dark Arts and were one of the first to come back over to the good side after Lord Voldamort disappeared. They were a rich family and Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, had given generously to several causes and had most of the Ministry of Magic wrapped around his little finger. Despite the Malfoy's turn to the good side many still suspected them of working for Lord Voldamort and they were absolutely right. As soon as the Dark Lord had regained his full strength - that was in Draco's fourth year - Lucius Malfoy took back his place by Voldamorts side as one of his many followers, known only as The Death Eaters. Until recently Lucius Malfoy had gotten away with all his evil deeds, the Minister of Magic himself still believing his innocents. Unfortunately an extremely confusing chain of events - which even Draco didn't know all about yet - had led to Lucius and many of his other fellow Death Eaters being captured and imprisoned in Azkaban, a prison for wizards. Of course Harry Potter had been behind all that and Draco swore to make certain that he paid for what he did to his father.
Draco was glad that his mother wasn't asking him how his trip was like, she usually did, because Potter had placed him in such a bad mood that he felt sure he would just snap at her if he did.
Draco's home life wasn't at all like people had imagined it would be. Almost everyone - including the teachers at school and even Draco's best friends Crabbe and Goyle, assumed he was a pampered little prince who lived a perfect life and got whatever he desired. But they were very wrong. The Malfoy's were indeed a rich family who brought whatever they so desired and used their wealth for their own wicked ways, unfortunately however there money could not buy them happiness. Draco's father was a ruthless man who didn't care for anyone but himself. He may have cared for Draco's mother, Narcissa, at one stage in his life, but Draco had never witnessed it. His parents were hardly ever seen together inside the house and when they were, they were usually at each others throats, yelling, screaming and cursing one another.
Young Draco admired his mother a great deal. She was a beautiful lady who always put on a brave face, maintained composure and always kept her fiery attitude. She always did what was needed to be done and had always said what needed to be said, which was what Draco loved about her most. Yes, Draco did love his mother, although he would never tell her as that would be - as his father liked to say - a weakness, so he simply showed how much he cared in other ways, like cursing anyone who dared make fun of her. Narcissa had never really told Draco she loved him either, perhaps when he was a child she may have told him all the time but he didn't know, she however showed it in many other ways, like protecting him from his father and always doing little things for him which showed her constant affection.
Draco's father was rough with Draco, knocking him about when he wanted to and never showing any mercy. He wanted to toughen Draco up so that he would make a great Death Eater, one which showed no fear, no emotion, so he had taught him all the dark spells he knew off, all the illegal curses and every other horribly wicked thing he could do. It had been quite affective, Draco would already make a terrific Death Eater - he was very powerful, however he still had to empty himself of all emotions, become his father, and Draco had sworn that he would never do such a thing, for his mother's sake. Even though Lucius had noticed Draco was still clinging onto his emotions he would not give up until his son became a person worthy of the Dark Lords appreciation, so he would always push Draco too far, curse him too make him stronger and other horrible things. Draco hated his father, the only reason he let his father push him around was because of his mother, although he didn't know why, she needed Lucius. Draco's mother still hung on to the thought that Voldamort would be destroyed and that maybe Lucius would go back to the way he was before, which wasn't much improvement but it was still better than the present result.
Only Death Eaters had any real idea of Voldamorts powers. He was very persuasive, it was either join him or perish. Draco sometimes wondered what it would have been like if his father and mother had refused to follow Voldamort, he assumed that he would probably be like Potter, parentless and pathetic, always relying on others. If Draco's father had really not have liked Voldamorts train of thought than he probably would have died rather than join, but The Dark Lord's power was too much for Lucius, he was power hungry; he would have to have it. So naturally he joined the Death Eaters without hesitation and now he was paying for it in Azkaban, Draco wasn't sure whether he would miss having his father around or not. He didn't think much of it; he knew his father would be out of Azkaban again in no time. It wouldn't be long now.
He and his mother remained silent and stayed that way until they reached the front gate to the Malfoy mansion. Draco looked over at his mother - now that he was going on 16 he was about her height and no longer had to look up to see her - she had a sad look in her eyes. He wondered if she was at all upset about what had happened to Lucius, did she miss him? He looked up at her again, she was defiantly upset about something, he hoped that she wouldn't start crying, he wouldn't know what to do if she did. But Narcissa wouldn't cry, not over him, she never did.
'We might be having a few visitors from time to time Draco,' Narcissa said, finally breaking the silence between them. 'It seems that Cornelius Fudge thinks it necessary after what happened.'
Narcissa spoke with bitterness in her voice, she hated the meaningless raids that the Ministry insisted on performing and now after Lucius's capture she assumed that they could only get worse.
Draco understood what she was trying to tell him, he had to put away all his Dark Arts books and gadgets so as they would not be caught out.
As soon as they reached the front door Draco took off up to his room, grabbed all the stuff he could find that might prove, embarrassing to their family if found and carried them to the hidden room towards the back of the house. He could have asked there house elf to do it for him, but he wasn't awfully fond of their new house elf, Plinky.
He placed his things in one of the large chests toward the back of the room and then pushed it under the towering bookshelf full of every Dark Arts book imaginable. He turned to leave the room when he suddenly heard a noise. It sounded like someone sniffing.
Draco made to pull out his wand but he realized that it was upstairs in his room with the rest of his Hogwarts things. Infuriated that he could have been so stupid he turned around and headed for the mess of boxes near the door to find the source of the noise.
He reached the boxes and slowly lifted off the large sheet that was covering them - it happened in a flash; the person hiding under the sheet rolled to Draco's side and pulled out a wand.
'Petrificus Totalus!' screamed the small boy in a confident voice. Draco felt his body lock up and he collapsed to the floor.
The boy stepped into his line of vision and Draco knew who it was immediately. He tried to say something, but his jaw was clenched shut from the spell his brother had just performed.
'I got you good Draco,' the boy screamed in excitement and he shouted the counter curse so that Draco was free of his board like state.
Draco got up off the floor and took one threatening step towards his younger brother - but the boy was too quick for him and he had ducked out from Draco's outstretched arms and out of the room before Draco had a chance to grab him.
Draco let him go; he was far too tired to chase after him. He headed back up too his room so that he could unpack his things and just retire to bed.
No one other than Draco, Narcissa and Lucius knew of the existence of another Malfoy. Actually, he wasn't technically even a Malfoy. Zell, as Draco's younger, half-brother was called, was kept a secret from the rest of the wizarding world because Lucius thought he was a disgrace and an embarrassment to the Malfoy name.
Zell was now six years old and was by far the liveliest kid that Draco had ever met, even more so than the annoying Creevy brothers in Gryffindor. It was not unknown to Draco that his mother and father had had their share of affairs, but it was a shock when Draco had found out that Lucius was not Zell's real father. Of course when Lucius realized he was absolutely furious about it and would have had the boy killed, but that would probably mean life in Azkaban and as he was already in most peoples bad books he had settled with telling Narcissa to give the boy away. Narcissa however had pleaded with Lucius telling him to let the boy stay here and under the threat of her exposing him for what he really was, a follower of Voldamort, he had let her have her way - under the circumstances that the boy be kept away from other wizards who might see him for what he really was, not a true Malfoy.
Draco was actually quite fond of his younger brother. It was quite nice to have someone who hated the same people and the same things as he did, and it was also nice to have someone to teach all things like Quidditch, Wizard's Chess and dark spells too.
Draco didn't know who Zell's father was, but one thing was for certain, his mother was very fond of him. He could tell because he always knew that she saw him whenever she looked at his younger brother, and that was probably why she always gave him the slight kiss on the cheek, or the occasional big hug. Draco wasn't jealous however; he had had his share of hugs and kisses when he was Zell's age, although he didn't really remember most of them.
He knew very well that his mother would never have had an affair with anyone unless she really liked them. She would never take the risk. So Draco spent a lot of his time trying to figure out who his mother could have possibly cared so much for.
When he finally reached his room Draco was so tired he abandoned his unpacking and collapsed onto his bed, slowly drifting into a peaceful sleep.