A/N: Well, you might be able to guess what I'm gonna say, I am a crappy
writer. And this story is crap, and everything I do is crap. And I'm sorry
if I'm putting Americans in this story, I know some people will not like
that. Just as I know some people don't like OCs. And I'm sorry I'm an
idiotic person who doesn't deserve to live. (Crawls under a rock before
writing the story)
Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter two: Draco's twisted reflection
A few days earlier...
Lucius apparated himself into a private beach, the blue waves moving rhythmically to meet with the glistening white sand below his expensive dragon hide boots. He walked slowly, taking in the scene as he walked over to the grand mansion near it.
The place was made entirely out of marbles, protected by a charm to keep it from the rain. Its structure and design seemed somewhat like a mixture of Roman architecture and the white house. There were also many stories high though it was charmed not to be countable (for security purposes). This mansion was grand, even if it wouldn't compare to the Malfoy Manor.
Lucius head towards it. Striding down the elegant walk way leading up to the main building. At the foot of marble stairway, a couple stood like statues, waiting for his arrival.
Campion Archer was a rather fit looking man for some one who is in his late fifties. Other than his slightly greying dark blonde hair, there was not much of him that show his real age. In fact, there was not much of him that shows any age at all. Or any emotion for that matter. His crystal blue eyes just roamed over the form of the other aristocrat before giving him his hand.
Standing next to him was a woman Lucius assumed was his wife. The brunette was clearly at least 20 years younger than her husband. She was in a light blue robe which contrasted greatly with her husband's dark colours. Beneath the unbuttoned silk a bikini bathing suit with blue floral designs on it could be seen also revealing her smooth tanned skin and hourglass shaped body. Her lips appeared to be set in a permanent pout as her golden eyes met the blonde's.
"Welcome to Miami, Lucius." Campion said as Lucius shook his hands. "This is my wife Alexene."
Charmingly Lucius took Alexene's hand and kissed it, "Pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure's all mine," she replied, ignoring her husband's angered look.
"So Lucius, I haven't seen you in ages. How are you? Was your journey here pleasant?" Campion interrupted.
"It was as pleasant as it could be with a dozen aurors chasing after me Campion. You know exactly why I came here. Why bother pretending that this is a social call," he answered, not seeing the need to be completely mannerly, there was no point, they know each other too well to want to stand it along with all the other crap Lucius had gone through.
Though he would never show it, Lucius was actually quite tired.
The Archers are a rich aristocratic pure-blooded Wizarding family, like the Malfoys, although not as rich, powerful or hateful of the muggle-borns. Not that they liked them but they simply, don't associate themselves with them at all, unlike Lucius who kills them on a daily basis. They were also related to the Malfoys and were the only one of their relatives in America.
Though the Archers were not really American, Campion and his family had moved to America from England 15 years ago, after the family scandal, which forced him to leave the country. He had never returned since.
Lucius knew that this was the only safe place for him. The American Wizarding Ministry usually tried to stay out of business in Europe as much as possible, at least until the threat spread across the Atlantic Ocean. And the British Wizarding Ministry can't come and look for him here unless the American ministry allowed it.
Lucius was lead into the marble mansion through the grand hallway and into a corridor made of one giant glowing mirror on all sides. They walked silently through the maze of confusion. Until suddenly, the shining long sheet of mirrored glass rippled, creating a wave in their image which curved and distort until the wave was gone. Then at the end of the corridor parts of the mirror broke, and swung out as a door.
And then, bursting into the hallway was a boy in torn baggy jeans, a white t-shirt with a large picture of a marijuana leaf on it, and a baseball cap worn backwards. He was on his skate board, going forward with the wind blowing his long shiny brown hair.
He skated towards them and stopped just in front of his parents.
"Hey dad," he said with a smirk and an American accent which he gained after 15 years in the country.
Lucius looked at the boy with shock. His grey blue eyes roaming over the boy's face and body. It was unbelievable. Other than the hair and the clothing, the boy looked exactly like Draco. He had the same blue eyes, the same perfect porcelain skin, the same pointed nose. This boy is uncanny to his son, his height, his body, he even have the same mischievous smirk.
"Lucius, I apologize for my younger son's behaviour. He's rather rebellious and unmannerly and somewhat foolish. Goes against everything I say." He turned to his son. "Tureinn! How many times have I told you not to let me or any guest of mine see these... muggle objects? Do you not realize that you're bringing shame to our family? And why are you not in your school robes?"
"I gave 'em to the house elves. And you must have said that to me like a thousand times, and no, I don't think I'm bringing shame to this family." He replied, the smirk still plastered on his face.
Campion gave his son a sneer before sending him back to his own room. The 16 year old obliged.
"Teenagers, I don't know where he gets it from; his brother Astyrian wasn't nearly as stubborn."
The elder Archer went on complaining about his son, but Lucius' mind was on something else. He had been planning on a way to get Draco to study the dark arts with him without becoming a fugitive like him for months. Now he had the perfect solution.
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Tureinn Archer couldn't sleep that night. His mind still swimming in a pool of thought, he felt trapped. Trapped in his own home, by his own family. Ever since he was young, he had always been taught how to think, How to feel, what to feel. He had never had a mind of his own. He remembered see his father as some sort of god, but that was long ago. So many things have changed since that day.
*flashback*
The brown haired boy was so happy as he walked down the streets He had just turned 12 and it was the first time his father had allowed him to go out on his own. The boy skipped happily, feeling free and alive. He doesn't know where he is going but he sure as hell was going to enjoy it.
Then he walked into someone.
"Hey look where you're going will you?" he yelled as he looked down at the person who just walked into him. She was a short blonde girl wearing a sundress and a pair of sunglasses.
"Excuse me! I walked into YOU! I don't think so" came the reply. Then the girl tried to get up, but she fell down again.
"Ow! I think I sprained my ankle."
Tureinn just looked at her. Usually when he was injured, his parents always healed him with a spell. But he didn't have his wand with him now. He was not allowed to use magic out side of his school. But the boy just couldn't leave her here, he had always been taught to be a gentleman.
"Ok, I admit, it's my fault, I'm sorry."
"Well, thank you. I will be able to get up now?" The girl quipped sarcastically, and Tureinn rolled his eyes. He then offered her a hand and helped her up.
"Where are you're parents? I'm sure they'll be able to help you, since I don't know anything about healing magic."
The small girl looked at him strangely, but ignored the remark.
"I live a five blocks away from here, but I don't think I'll be able to walk all the way their on my own."
"I'll help you then." Tureinn said as he took her arm and helped her walk.
"So what's your name?" she asked.
"Tureinn."
"That's a strange name. Nice to meet you Tureinn, I'm Kim."
After awhile did Tureinn realize that he was no longer in the wizard's part of the city anymore. There were odd vehicles driving by at high speed and odd shops everywhere. He wasn't stupid; he knew that this was the muggle world, and that Kim was probably a muggle.
But after spending this short time with her, he didn't feel like she was beneath him. That she was scum, in fact he quite like her. And for the first time in his life, he questioned his father's beliefs.
*end flash back*
After that day, Tureinn continues to meet her secretly. They became close friends and his only true friend, not like those idiots that followed him around at his school. Kim didn't believe him at first when he told her that he was a wizard, until he showed her. He told her of things in the Wizarding world, told her about his parents, told her things he had never told anyone before. And she in turn taught him about the muggle world and the true meaning of friendship and freedom.
It was two years before his father found out about his friendship with her. He was against it completely, and ordered him to stop associating with her. When he refused, Campion put a curse on her. The curse stops her from going near Tureinn, if she came at least a 50 meters near him, she will experience the ultimate pain. It was just as bad as the Cruciatus curse.
Knowing this, Tureinn kept away from Kim. But he found other ways to get back at his father.
Since then, he started hanging out with muggles of all sorts, learning about them and living their lifestyle. And when his father tried to stop him, he used started using his father's own methods against him. Blackmail, over the years the boy had learned many things about his father, and had used them against him. But still, the knowledge was not bad enough to get him freedom.
The teenage boy was jolted out of his thoughts as the sound of a man's voice.
"Good evening, you must be Tureinn Archer, the youngest son, we haven't been properly introduced. I am Lucius Malfoy."
"Good evening to you too sir." The boy was more mannerly when his parents were not around. "Nice to finally meet you Mr. Malfoy. I've heard quite a lot about you're family when I was young,"
"All good things I hope." He said, and Tureinn smiled.
"So, what brings you to Miami Mr. Malfoy? I doubt it was the sunny beaches."
There was an awkward silence as Tureinn realized that he should not have asked him that.
"You don't seem to get along so well with your parents Mr. Archer," he changed the subject.
"Is it that obvious?" he answered sarcastically and Lucius smirked, so much like Draco, he thought.
"My parents and I have a different view on things," he continued, "You see, I believe that this is my life and it belongs to me. They believe that it's theirs to control."
"So, what do you plan to do about it?"
"I don't know, I figured, I'll graduate from that snobby private Wizarding school in 2 years with my license, and then move out to start my own life, assuming I'll last 2 more years with them."
"What if you don't?"
There was another silent pause before Lucius continued.
"The Archers are a very powerful family in this country. You do realise that it won't be that easy getting away from them. As long as you bare that name, they will not let you shame it. They are a very proud family as I recall. And if you get disinherited, they will also make sure you're on the black list of everyone they know, which is just about everyone in the American Wizarding society."
Tureinn looked at the blond man and thought that he was probably right, and as much as he loves the muggle world, there was no way he was going to give up being a wizard. It was part of who he is. After some more thinking, he realized that he had no choice, no good choice anyway.
"So what do you suppose I do?" he asked finally.
Lucius smiled, it was time for him to make the deal.
"The Archers might be very powerful here in America, but they are not that powerful world wide. I think that if you have the support of someone more powerful than them, then they won't be able to touch you."
"And you're going to do that for me?" Though the man seemed to mean well, he knew better than to trust him so readily.
"For a price of course."
"I knew it. So tell me, what do I have to do?"
"Well, you see the reason I'm here in America, is because it's not safe for me in England. So I escaped here, unfortunately, my son could not. He is being watched by the very corrupted British ministry, and if he escapes now, they would automatically be looking for him too, and he can't come here either because he will still need to go back to England eventually, and if he leaves and goes back, he ill be arrested."
"What does this have to do with me?"
"Your appearance is very much alike to my son. In fact, when I first saw you, I thought that you were my son in disguise. If the ministry thinks that he's gone, they'll be looking for him. But if they don't think that he's gone, they won't be."
Turienn was still looking at him confusingly, which indicated that he still did not understand what he was suppose to do.
"I want you to act as my son while he is gone. Once he comes back, I'm willing to support you, and give you as much money and everything else that you need in order to start a life of your own. I will help you get any job you want, any place you want."
"For how long?"
"A year."
"You're asking me to spend a year of my life as a person I don't even know?"
"That problem will be solved. I will contact my son in a few days, I will ask him to come and meet you. Then you will leave with him, to go to the Malfoy Manor and learn everything you need to know about becoming Draco Malfoy. You will have until September to do so."
"Well, that's not very much time to learn about person's entire life."
"No, but I suppose it's enough to learn how to act like them enough to not get anyone suspicious. And remember, you're doing this for a chance at the life you want to lead. I think it's safe to say that it is a fair trade. So, what do you say?"
"It sounds good to me but what about my parents? Won't they wonder where I've gone?"
"They can't touch you if you're with me remember?...So, do we have a deal?"
Tureinn contemplated this for a few minutes. Well, I don't really see a down side, plus some of my muggle friends did tell me that I have a pretty good acting skill. Other than the minor problems I see no downside to this.
"Alright, we have a deal."
"Great, I'll have a magical contract drawn up by tomorrow." And so they both shook hands and the deal was made.
TBC
A/N: So, how was that? Is my plot completely cliché? I know it is, but is it that bad of a cliché? My grammar is incorrect isn't it? I know. Like I said, it's crap, my life my story, everything is crap. (Crawls back under the rock and sleeps.)
Sorry, bad day.
Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter two: Draco's twisted reflection
A few days earlier...
Lucius apparated himself into a private beach, the blue waves moving rhythmically to meet with the glistening white sand below his expensive dragon hide boots. He walked slowly, taking in the scene as he walked over to the grand mansion near it.
The place was made entirely out of marbles, protected by a charm to keep it from the rain. Its structure and design seemed somewhat like a mixture of Roman architecture and the white house. There were also many stories high though it was charmed not to be countable (for security purposes). This mansion was grand, even if it wouldn't compare to the Malfoy Manor.
Lucius head towards it. Striding down the elegant walk way leading up to the main building. At the foot of marble stairway, a couple stood like statues, waiting for his arrival.
Campion Archer was a rather fit looking man for some one who is in his late fifties. Other than his slightly greying dark blonde hair, there was not much of him that show his real age. In fact, there was not much of him that shows any age at all. Or any emotion for that matter. His crystal blue eyes just roamed over the form of the other aristocrat before giving him his hand.
Standing next to him was a woman Lucius assumed was his wife. The brunette was clearly at least 20 years younger than her husband. She was in a light blue robe which contrasted greatly with her husband's dark colours. Beneath the unbuttoned silk a bikini bathing suit with blue floral designs on it could be seen also revealing her smooth tanned skin and hourglass shaped body. Her lips appeared to be set in a permanent pout as her golden eyes met the blonde's.
"Welcome to Miami, Lucius." Campion said as Lucius shook his hands. "This is my wife Alexene."
Charmingly Lucius took Alexene's hand and kissed it, "Pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure's all mine," she replied, ignoring her husband's angered look.
"So Lucius, I haven't seen you in ages. How are you? Was your journey here pleasant?" Campion interrupted.
"It was as pleasant as it could be with a dozen aurors chasing after me Campion. You know exactly why I came here. Why bother pretending that this is a social call," he answered, not seeing the need to be completely mannerly, there was no point, they know each other too well to want to stand it along with all the other crap Lucius had gone through.
Though he would never show it, Lucius was actually quite tired.
The Archers are a rich aristocratic pure-blooded Wizarding family, like the Malfoys, although not as rich, powerful or hateful of the muggle-borns. Not that they liked them but they simply, don't associate themselves with them at all, unlike Lucius who kills them on a daily basis. They were also related to the Malfoys and were the only one of their relatives in America.
Though the Archers were not really American, Campion and his family had moved to America from England 15 years ago, after the family scandal, which forced him to leave the country. He had never returned since.
Lucius knew that this was the only safe place for him. The American Wizarding Ministry usually tried to stay out of business in Europe as much as possible, at least until the threat spread across the Atlantic Ocean. And the British Wizarding Ministry can't come and look for him here unless the American ministry allowed it.
Lucius was lead into the marble mansion through the grand hallway and into a corridor made of one giant glowing mirror on all sides. They walked silently through the maze of confusion. Until suddenly, the shining long sheet of mirrored glass rippled, creating a wave in their image which curved and distort until the wave was gone. Then at the end of the corridor parts of the mirror broke, and swung out as a door.
And then, bursting into the hallway was a boy in torn baggy jeans, a white t-shirt with a large picture of a marijuana leaf on it, and a baseball cap worn backwards. He was on his skate board, going forward with the wind blowing his long shiny brown hair.
He skated towards them and stopped just in front of his parents.
"Hey dad," he said with a smirk and an American accent which he gained after 15 years in the country.
Lucius looked at the boy with shock. His grey blue eyes roaming over the boy's face and body. It was unbelievable. Other than the hair and the clothing, the boy looked exactly like Draco. He had the same blue eyes, the same perfect porcelain skin, the same pointed nose. This boy is uncanny to his son, his height, his body, he even have the same mischievous smirk.
"Lucius, I apologize for my younger son's behaviour. He's rather rebellious and unmannerly and somewhat foolish. Goes against everything I say." He turned to his son. "Tureinn! How many times have I told you not to let me or any guest of mine see these... muggle objects? Do you not realize that you're bringing shame to our family? And why are you not in your school robes?"
"I gave 'em to the house elves. And you must have said that to me like a thousand times, and no, I don't think I'm bringing shame to this family." He replied, the smirk still plastered on his face.
Campion gave his son a sneer before sending him back to his own room. The 16 year old obliged.
"Teenagers, I don't know where he gets it from; his brother Astyrian wasn't nearly as stubborn."
The elder Archer went on complaining about his son, but Lucius' mind was on something else. He had been planning on a way to get Draco to study the dark arts with him without becoming a fugitive like him for months. Now he had the perfect solution.
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Tureinn Archer couldn't sleep that night. His mind still swimming in a pool of thought, he felt trapped. Trapped in his own home, by his own family. Ever since he was young, he had always been taught how to think, How to feel, what to feel. He had never had a mind of his own. He remembered see his father as some sort of god, but that was long ago. So many things have changed since that day.
*flashback*
The brown haired boy was so happy as he walked down the streets He had just turned 12 and it was the first time his father had allowed him to go out on his own. The boy skipped happily, feeling free and alive. He doesn't know where he is going but he sure as hell was going to enjoy it.
Then he walked into someone.
"Hey look where you're going will you?" he yelled as he looked down at the person who just walked into him. She was a short blonde girl wearing a sundress and a pair of sunglasses.
"Excuse me! I walked into YOU! I don't think so" came the reply. Then the girl tried to get up, but she fell down again.
"Ow! I think I sprained my ankle."
Tureinn just looked at her. Usually when he was injured, his parents always healed him with a spell. But he didn't have his wand with him now. He was not allowed to use magic out side of his school. But the boy just couldn't leave her here, he had always been taught to be a gentleman.
"Ok, I admit, it's my fault, I'm sorry."
"Well, thank you. I will be able to get up now?" The girl quipped sarcastically, and Tureinn rolled his eyes. He then offered her a hand and helped her up.
"Where are you're parents? I'm sure they'll be able to help you, since I don't know anything about healing magic."
The small girl looked at him strangely, but ignored the remark.
"I live a five blocks away from here, but I don't think I'll be able to walk all the way their on my own."
"I'll help you then." Tureinn said as he took her arm and helped her walk.
"So what's your name?" she asked.
"Tureinn."
"That's a strange name. Nice to meet you Tureinn, I'm Kim."
After awhile did Tureinn realize that he was no longer in the wizard's part of the city anymore. There were odd vehicles driving by at high speed and odd shops everywhere. He wasn't stupid; he knew that this was the muggle world, and that Kim was probably a muggle.
But after spending this short time with her, he didn't feel like she was beneath him. That she was scum, in fact he quite like her. And for the first time in his life, he questioned his father's beliefs.
*end flash back*
After that day, Tureinn continues to meet her secretly. They became close friends and his only true friend, not like those idiots that followed him around at his school. Kim didn't believe him at first when he told her that he was a wizard, until he showed her. He told her of things in the Wizarding world, told her about his parents, told her things he had never told anyone before. And she in turn taught him about the muggle world and the true meaning of friendship and freedom.
It was two years before his father found out about his friendship with her. He was against it completely, and ordered him to stop associating with her. When he refused, Campion put a curse on her. The curse stops her from going near Tureinn, if she came at least a 50 meters near him, she will experience the ultimate pain. It was just as bad as the Cruciatus curse.
Knowing this, Tureinn kept away from Kim. But he found other ways to get back at his father.
Since then, he started hanging out with muggles of all sorts, learning about them and living their lifestyle. And when his father tried to stop him, he used started using his father's own methods against him. Blackmail, over the years the boy had learned many things about his father, and had used them against him. But still, the knowledge was not bad enough to get him freedom.
The teenage boy was jolted out of his thoughts as the sound of a man's voice.
"Good evening, you must be Tureinn Archer, the youngest son, we haven't been properly introduced. I am Lucius Malfoy."
"Good evening to you too sir." The boy was more mannerly when his parents were not around. "Nice to finally meet you Mr. Malfoy. I've heard quite a lot about you're family when I was young,"
"All good things I hope." He said, and Tureinn smiled.
"So, what brings you to Miami Mr. Malfoy? I doubt it was the sunny beaches."
There was an awkward silence as Tureinn realized that he should not have asked him that.
"You don't seem to get along so well with your parents Mr. Archer," he changed the subject.
"Is it that obvious?" he answered sarcastically and Lucius smirked, so much like Draco, he thought.
"My parents and I have a different view on things," he continued, "You see, I believe that this is my life and it belongs to me. They believe that it's theirs to control."
"So, what do you plan to do about it?"
"I don't know, I figured, I'll graduate from that snobby private Wizarding school in 2 years with my license, and then move out to start my own life, assuming I'll last 2 more years with them."
"What if you don't?"
There was another silent pause before Lucius continued.
"The Archers are a very powerful family in this country. You do realise that it won't be that easy getting away from them. As long as you bare that name, they will not let you shame it. They are a very proud family as I recall. And if you get disinherited, they will also make sure you're on the black list of everyone they know, which is just about everyone in the American Wizarding society."
Tureinn looked at the blond man and thought that he was probably right, and as much as he loves the muggle world, there was no way he was going to give up being a wizard. It was part of who he is. After some more thinking, he realized that he had no choice, no good choice anyway.
"So what do you suppose I do?" he asked finally.
Lucius smiled, it was time for him to make the deal.
"The Archers might be very powerful here in America, but they are not that powerful world wide. I think that if you have the support of someone more powerful than them, then they won't be able to touch you."
"And you're going to do that for me?" Though the man seemed to mean well, he knew better than to trust him so readily.
"For a price of course."
"I knew it. So tell me, what do I have to do?"
"Well, you see the reason I'm here in America, is because it's not safe for me in England. So I escaped here, unfortunately, my son could not. He is being watched by the very corrupted British ministry, and if he escapes now, they would automatically be looking for him too, and he can't come here either because he will still need to go back to England eventually, and if he leaves and goes back, he ill be arrested."
"What does this have to do with me?"
"Your appearance is very much alike to my son. In fact, when I first saw you, I thought that you were my son in disguise. If the ministry thinks that he's gone, they'll be looking for him. But if they don't think that he's gone, they won't be."
Turienn was still looking at him confusingly, which indicated that he still did not understand what he was suppose to do.
"I want you to act as my son while he is gone. Once he comes back, I'm willing to support you, and give you as much money and everything else that you need in order to start a life of your own. I will help you get any job you want, any place you want."
"For how long?"
"A year."
"You're asking me to spend a year of my life as a person I don't even know?"
"That problem will be solved. I will contact my son in a few days, I will ask him to come and meet you. Then you will leave with him, to go to the Malfoy Manor and learn everything you need to know about becoming Draco Malfoy. You will have until September to do so."
"Well, that's not very much time to learn about person's entire life."
"No, but I suppose it's enough to learn how to act like them enough to not get anyone suspicious. And remember, you're doing this for a chance at the life you want to lead. I think it's safe to say that it is a fair trade. So, what do you say?"
"It sounds good to me but what about my parents? Won't they wonder where I've gone?"
"They can't touch you if you're with me remember?...So, do we have a deal?"
Tureinn contemplated this for a few minutes. Well, I don't really see a down side, plus some of my muggle friends did tell me that I have a pretty good acting skill. Other than the minor problems I see no downside to this.
"Alright, we have a deal."
"Great, I'll have a magical contract drawn up by tomorrow." And so they both shook hands and the deal was made.
TBC
A/N: So, how was that? Is my plot completely cliché? I know it is, but is it that bad of a cliché? My grammar is incorrect isn't it? I know. Like I said, it's crap, my life my story, everything is crap. (Crawls back under the rock and sleeps.)
Sorry, bad day.