Adrian sighed as his parents started the argument that they had been having
since he was born. His parents, Draco and Ginny Malfoy were sitting across
from each other snapping back and forth. He supposed he shouldn't complain,
his parents were fine at any other time then breakfast.
"Slytherin." His father snapped. "Its obvious he'll be a Slytherin, won't you, Ian?"
He shrugged and picked at his eggs.
"He'll be in Gryffindor." Retorted his mother, "He's brave and honest, aren't you, Adrian?"
He shrugged again, and stood, leaving the dining room where his parents began arguing again. He walked down the hall towards his room. Opening the door, he grinned at his drum set, and picked up the sticks off the ground where he'd dropped them. Sitting behind the large bass, he began beating a fast rock rhythm, and his father shouted for his 'unnecessary pot banging' to stop. He gave a rather violent slam to the bass which echoed throughout the house.
His father shouted again, and Adrian climbed up onto the top bunk of his bed, where he pulled out the plans for his great escape. First, he would pack, obviously, then, he would sneak into his fathers study, and take the authorized port key to the Leaky Cauldron. Then he would take accommodations at the inn, and wait for school to start.
It was perfect. Foolproof even. As long as everything went according to plan.
Grinning, he jumped down from his bed, and flipped open his new trunk, enchanted to be feather light, and began throwing in clothes and random socks, books, and trinkets, and finally, his money sack. His Uncles, Fred and George had sent him a small fortune for his birthday last year, and he shook the sack that held the remaining coins. It clanked noisily and he threw it into the enchanted trunk.
Then he left his room, closing the door behind him and retracing his steps to the dinging room, where he informed his mother that he had a slight headache, and was going to bed. His mother agreed instantly, and asked if there was anything he needed. He shook his head, no, and left the dining room, taking a vial of dreamless sleep potion from the bathroom, and reentering his room, where he downed the vial and climbed up onto his bed, before collapsing into a deep dreamless sleep.
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He woke several hours later, to his alarm going off. Glancing at it, it blinked twelve thirty at him. He smirked, and he jumped off his bed, landing in the dirty clothes littering the floor with a muffled thump. He padded through the room, picking up random objects and setting them back down, before leaving into the heavily carpeted hall, and walking down to his father's heavily guarded study.
He pulled a pencil stub out of his pocket and tossed it at the door. It bounced back at him and flew past his ear. He nodded in satisfaction and picked up the pencil again, and sent it sliding across the carpet towards the crack under the door, and the week point in his fathers ward. It slid under and stopped, while the door shimmered for a moment and lost its magical air.
Grinning, he opened the door, only to be confronted by a large growling dog, with saliva hang down from its mouth. It growled again, and Adrian frowned, and looked away from it. It continued to growl as he walked past, and as he leveled with it, it lunged and snapped at him, but he continued walking, and as he came around it, it gave a low mournful howl, and denigrated.
"Sendings." He muttered, and walked farther into the dark hall in which he had found himself.
He kept walking, and slowly light came into the hall, and he saw doors lining the walls in front and behind him. He sighed and touched every door as he walked past, his fingers sliding through each until.
THWUMP! His fingers jerked into solid wood, and he jerked backwards, the momentum of the jerk throwing him onto his bum, and he groaned, standing up slowly and rubbing said bum.
"Bloody stupid doors." He muttered, and twisted the doorknob. It opened easily, and he encountered another door. "And bloody Muggle movies."
He continued opening the same door until he found one that opened into his fathers dark green study. He sighed with relief, and entered, moving across the room to the china cabinet in the back, and opening it carefully, he pulled out the red stripped polished stone that rested on far left side, next to his fathers 'Order of Merlin; First Class' certificate, which was placed next to his Hogwarts Diploma, stating that he had graduated first in his class. Which had been situated next to his mothers flyer for those who had perished in the war against He Who Must Not Be Named. She had circled the names that mattered to her in a deep ebony ink. Names popped out at him like 'Hermione Granger' and 'Colin Creevey'. Adrian eyed the list warily; the scroll was at least five feet long, which indicated how much of a miracle it was that anyone had survived.
He nodded sadly, and though of his mother's brother Ron, who had been engaged to be married to Hermione, the year after the war was over. And they would have, if Hermione herself hadn't been kidnapped, violated, and finally, mercifully, murdered.
Leaving the study, he ran back down the hall, past the dog, and out the door, after picking up his pencil, the wards shot back up, and he continued down to his room. He picked up his Muggle vest, and other Muggle clothes and changed quickly. After all, if the Port Key worked correctly, he should land in the alleyway next to the Leaky Cauldron.
He picked up his trunk, and pulled the river stone out of his pocket, "Viaggiatore." He whispered, and felt the unusual lurch from behind his navel, and the sensation as if he were flying through the air at unsafe velocities.
He landed, and it felt as though he had been jammed directly into a brick wall that wasn't supposed to be there.
Authors Notes: I'm back!!!! WEEEE!!! Next chapter us all about Athena, so never fear! Lol, had WAY to much sugar.lol...ummm, the doors are from Alice in Wonderland. Um. Viaggiatore is Italian for traveler. Talk to ya'll later!
"Slytherin." His father snapped. "Its obvious he'll be a Slytherin, won't you, Ian?"
He shrugged and picked at his eggs.
"He'll be in Gryffindor." Retorted his mother, "He's brave and honest, aren't you, Adrian?"
He shrugged again, and stood, leaving the dining room where his parents began arguing again. He walked down the hall towards his room. Opening the door, he grinned at his drum set, and picked up the sticks off the ground where he'd dropped them. Sitting behind the large bass, he began beating a fast rock rhythm, and his father shouted for his 'unnecessary pot banging' to stop. He gave a rather violent slam to the bass which echoed throughout the house.
His father shouted again, and Adrian climbed up onto the top bunk of his bed, where he pulled out the plans for his great escape. First, he would pack, obviously, then, he would sneak into his fathers study, and take the authorized port key to the Leaky Cauldron. Then he would take accommodations at the inn, and wait for school to start.
It was perfect. Foolproof even. As long as everything went according to plan.
Grinning, he jumped down from his bed, and flipped open his new trunk, enchanted to be feather light, and began throwing in clothes and random socks, books, and trinkets, and finally, his money sack. His Uncles, Fred and George had sent him a small fortune for his birthday last year, and he shook the sack that held the remaining coins. It clanked noisily and he threw it into the enchanted trunk.
Then he left his room, closing the door behind him and retracing his steps to the dinging room, where he informed his mother that he had a slight headache, and was going to bed. His mother agreed instantly, and asked if there was anything he needed. He shook his head, no, and left the dining room, taking a vial of dreamless sleep potion from the bathroom, and reentering his room, where he downed the vial and climbed up onto his bed, before collapsing into a deep dreamless sleep.
~~~
He woke several hours later, to his alarm going off. Glancing at it, it blinked twelve thirty at him. He smirked, and he jumped off his bed, landing in the dirty clothes littering the floor with a muffled thump. He padded through the room, picking up random objects and setting them back down, before leaving into the heavily carpeted hall, and walking down to his father's heavily guarded study.
He pulled a pencil stub out of his pocket and tossed it at the door. It bounced back at him and flew past his ear. He nodded in satisfaction and picked up the pencil again, and sent it sliding across the carpet towards the crack under the door, and the week point in his fathers ward. It slid under and stopped, while the door shimmered for a moment and lost its magical air.
Grinning, he opened the door, only to be confronted by a large growling dog, with saliva hang down from its mouth. It growled again, and Adrian frowned, and looked away from it. It continued to growl as he walked past, and as he leveled with it, it lunged and snapped at him, but he continued walking, and as he came around it, it gave a low mournful howl, and denigrated.
"Sendings." He muttered, and walked farther into the dark hall in which he had found himself.
He kept walking, and slowly light came into the hall, and he saw doors lining the walls in front and behind him. He sighed and touched every door as he walked past, his fingers sliding through each until.
THWUMP! His fingers jerked into solid wood, and he jerked backwards, the momentum of the jerk throwing him onto his bum, and he groaned, standing up slowly and rubbing said bum.
"Bloody stupid doors." He muttered, and twisted the doorknob. It opened easily, and he encountered another door. "And bloody Muggle movies."
He continued opening the same door until he found one that opened into his fathers dark green study. He sighed with relief, and entered, moving across the room to the china cabinet in the back, and opening it carefully, he pulled out the red stripped polished stone that rested on far left side, next to his fathers 'Order of Merlin; First Class' certificate, which was placed next to his Hogwarts Diploma, stating that he had graduated first in his class. Which had been situated next to his mothers flyer for those who had perished in the war against He Who Must Not Be Named. She had circled the names that mattered to her in a deep ebony ink. Names popped out at him like 'Hermione Granger' and 'Colin Creevey'. Adrian eyed the list warily; the scroll was at least five feet long, which indicated how much of a miracle it was that anyone had survived.
He nodded sadly, and though of his mother's brother Ron, who had been engaged to be married to Hermione, the year after the war was over. And they would have, if Hermione herself hadn't been kidnapped, violated, and finally, mercifully, murdered.
Leaving the study, he ran back down the hall, past the dog, and out the door, after picking up his pencil, the wards shot back up, and he continued down to his room. He picked up his Muggle vest, and other Muggle clothes and changed quickly. After all, if the Port Key worked correctly, he should land in the alleyway next to the Leaky Cauldron.
He picked up his trunk, and pulled the river stone out of his pocket, "Viaggiatore." He whispered, and felt the unusual lurch from behind his navel, and the sensation as if he were flying through the air at unsafe velocities.
He landed, and it felt as though he had been jammed directly into a brick wall that wasn't supposed to be there.
Authors Notes: I'm back!!!! WEEEE!!! Next chapter us all about Athena, so never fear! Lol, had WAY to much sugar.lol...ummm, the doors are from Alice in Wonderland. Um. Viaggiatore is Italian for traveler. Talk to ya'll later!