Author sleeps peacefully under a rock.
Turienn: Wake up! You need to start writing again. I've not been created just to sit around and do nothing you know? (Drags the author out from underneath the rock.)
Author: Alright alright, I'll start writing. You happy?
Tureinn: Ecstatic, now can you please start writing?
Author: Stop ordering me around Tureinn, I am the author.
Tureinn: Whatever just start typing.
Author: (mumbling) I'll make him pay for that.
(I apologise if I offend anybody, and I'm sorry if the genre keeps changing through out the story, which it might)
Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter three: Off to a good start
The blonde boy ran to the bathroom the moment the package arrived. It was the only place in which he was pretty sure he was not being watched, even though he knew Lucius won't take the risk and had already bribed or blackmailed someone into making sure that he had a smooth trip.
Once he was sure that he was alone, he rapidly tore through the plain brown wrapping paper, revealing a small white box. He opened it, and just as he suspected, he saw nothing.
Draco reached his hands into the box and with his long fingers; touch lightly on an unseen object.
Then he felt that familiar pull and before he realised it, he was being moving forward at lightening speed, the colours around him swirling together. The wind rushing pass him as he closed his eyes.
Then it all stopped, and his feet landed on the ground in a thump.
Draco slowing opened his eyes and regained his composure. He was standing in a long hallway, painted beige with some gold decorations.
Next to him was a gold frame which appeared to be a mirror. But to Draco's shock, when he turned to look at it. The image in the mirror was clearly not him. It couldn't be me, he thought as he walked over to take a closer look. His eyes widen as he saw him.
Though the boy staring right back at him had the same face, the same blue eyes, the same nose, , the same lips. Everything else seemed to be different. The boy was wearing baggy muggle clothes that would have made Draco killed himself before putting them on. In his hand was some sort of muggle object that looked like a decorated plank with wheels on it. The boys hair was also different, rather than silky platinum blonde hair that was always slicked back of Draco's, this boy's hair fell in wavy milk chocolate brown curls falling half way down his back.
For a while Draco just stared at the image, not able to move, his mouth gaping open without him realising. He moved closer to it, and with his fingers he lightly touched upon the cold surface of the mirror. The reflection followed his actions. Copying everything he did.
Draco continued to be enamoured by his twisted reflection until a corner of its lips curved into a smirk he didn't currently have on his face. Draco immediately sprung away from it.
On instinct, Draco pulled out his sword and pointed it at the double, not knowing what is really going on.
Tureinn moved his hands through the mirror as it rippled like liquid. Then his whole body followed.
Tureinn stepped out from of the mirror (which was actually a secret door made to look like a mirror) Lucius was right, Draco do look like him, he thought as he took in the image of the aristocratic blond
"Who are you?" The blond uttered, wand still pointing at him. The shock on his face had faded away and replaced with the usual indifferent expression.
"Calm down Draco" says a voice from behind him. The said boy turned around and came face to face with his father.
"Father, who is ... this?" he said with disgust as he pointed to the other boy with his wand. "And where am I? What are we doing here? Why does he look like me?"
"Draco," Lucius cut in.
Draco stopped his ranting and waited for his father to speak.
"You are currently in Miami, USA. We are here because it's safe from the British Ministry who, as I've heard has almost all of Europe hunting for me and any other death eaters that has escaped. This place you have portkeyed to is the Archer Mansion. And Draco," he gestured to the skateboard punk, "I want you to meet you're cousin, Tureinn Archer."
The blond sneered.
"Cousin?...As in, I'm related to him?" Draco surveyed the other boy again, "I thought the Archers don't associate themselves with disgusting muggles." Disdain was painted on his delicate face.
"No, the Archers don't associated themselves with 'disgusting muggles' as you call them," he said as he mocked the blonde's snobby British accent. "I do."
Sensing an argument between the two, Lucius cut in.
"The reason Mr. Archer is here with us is because he will be taking your place at Hogwarts while you are away on your training."
There was silent for a few minutes as the blonde stared shockingly at the brown haired boy. The silence didn't last very long.
"Him! Father, how can he? Look at him! There's no way he could pass himself off as me, he'll be caught the moment he stepped on the Hogwarts Express. And what if he does something wrong, he could disgrace our family name, the one that had taken thousands of years to create." Draco argued furiously.
"That my son, is why he is going to spend the rest of the summer with you. You have until September to teach him everything you can about being a Malfoy."
"But." Draco tried to interrupt.
"Now be gone, my power only thwart of the ministry for so long before they rush back in looking for you. If they see him, tell them the truth, that he is your cousin visiting you from America."
And with that, Lucius left. Walking away from the two, almost identical boys.
"They're off to a good start" he muttered sarcastically to himself before disappearing into one of the secret doors.
TBC
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Tureinn: I can't believe you got me stuck with that blond muffin all of summer. How could you do this to me?
Draco: Yeah author, how could you do this? And don't you dare call me a blond muffin you idiotic Mary Sue.
Tureinn: I am not a Mary Sue, how dare you call me that?!!
Draco: Yes you are,
Tureinn: no I'm not.
Draco: Yes you are
Tureinn: NOT!
Draco: ARE!
Tureinn: NOT!
Author: You both shut up !!! Or I will be forced to torture you with my writing further.
Draco: Are you threatening me?
Author: Yes, I am. Now shut up I gotta go to school tomorrow, I'm suppose to be revising for a physics exam and do my English essay too. Sorry for that bit of madness there, anyway, please review. I will give you guys pictures of Harry and Draco doing it if you do. :)
Turienn: Wake up! You need to start writing again. I've not been created just to sit around and do nothing you know? (Drags the author out from underneath the rock.)
Author: Alright alright, I'll start writing. You happy?
Tureinn: Ecstatic, now can you please start writing?
Author: Stop ordering me around Tureinn, I am the author.
Tureinn: Whatever just start typing.
Author: (mumbling) I'll make him pay for that.
(I apologise if I offend anybody, and I'm sorry if the genre keeps changing through out the story, which it might)
Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter three: Off to a good start
The blonde boy ran to the bathroom the moment the package arrived. It was the only place in which he was pretty sure he was not being watched, even though he knew Lucius won't take the risk and had already bribed or blackmailed someone into making sure that he had a smooth trip.
Once he was sure that he was alone, he rapidly tore through the plain brown wrapping paper, revealing a small white box. He opened it, and just as he suspected, he saw nothing.
Draco reached his hands into the box and with his long fingers; touch lightly on an unseen object.
Then he felt that familiar pull and before he realised it, he was being moving forward at lightening speed, the colours around him swirling together. The wind rushing pass him as he closed his eyes.
Then it all stopped, and his feet landed on the ground in a thump.
Draco slowing opened his eyes and regained his composure. He was standing in a long hallway, painted beige with some gold decorations.
Next to him was a gold frame which appeared to be a mirror. But to Draco's shock, when he turned to look at it. The image in the mirror was clearly not him. It couldn't be me, he thought as he walked over to take a closer look. His eyes widen as he saw him.
Though the boy staring right back at him had the same face, the same blue eyes, the same nose, , the same lips. Everything else seemed to be different. The boy was wearing baggy muggle clothes that would have made Draco killed himself before putting them on. In his hand was some sort of muggle object that looked like a decorated plank with wheels on it. The boys hair was also different, rather than silky platinum blonde hair that was always slicked back of Draco's, this boy's hair fell in wavy milk chocolate brown curls falling half way down his back.
For a while Draco just stared at the image, not able to move, his mouth gaping open without him realising. He moved closer to it, and with his fingers he lightly touched upon the cold surface of the mirror. The reflection followed his actions. Copying everything he did.
Draco continued to be enamoured by his twisted reflection until a corner of its lips curved into a smirk he didn't currently have on his face. Draco immediately sprung away from it.
On instinct, Draco pulled out his sword and pointed it at the double, not knowing what is really going on.
Tureinn moved his hands through the mirror as it rippled like liquid. Then his whole body followed.
Tureinn stepped out from of the mirror (which was actually a secret door made to look like a mirror) Lucius was right, Draco do look like him, he thought as he took in the image of the aristocratic blond
"Who are you?" The blond uttered, wand still pointing at him. The shock on his face had faded away and replaced with the usual indifferent expression.
"Calm down Draco" says a voice from behind him. The said boy turned around and came face to face with his father.
"Father, who is ... this?" he said with disgust as he pointed to the other boy with his wand. "And where am I? What are we doing here? Why does he look like me?"
"Draco," Lucius cut in.
Draco stopped his ranting and waited for his father to speak.
"You are currently in Miami, USA. We are here because it's safe from the British Ministry who, as I've heard has almost all of Europe hunting for me and any other death eaters that has escaped. This place you have portkeyed to is the Archer Mansion. And Draco," he gestured to the skateboard punk, "I want you to meet you're cousin, Tureinn Archer."
The blond sneered.
"Cousin?...As in, I'm related to him?" Draco surveyed the other boy again, "I thought the Archers don't associate themselves with disgusting muggles." Disdain was painted on his delicate face.
"No, the Archers don't associated themselves with 'disgusting muggles' as you call them," he said as he mocked the blonde's snobby British accent. "I do."
Sensing an argument between the two, Lucius cut in.
"The reason Mr. Archer is here with us is because he will be taking your place at Hogwarts while you are away on your training."
There was silent for a few minutes as the blonde stared shockingly at the brown haired boy. The silence didn't last very long.
"Him! Father, how can he? Look at him! There's no way he could pass himself off as me, he'll be caught the moment he stepped on the Hogwarts Express. And what if he does something wrong, he could disgrace our family name, the one that had taken thousands of years to create." Draco argued furiously.
"That my son, is why he is going to spend the rest of the summer with you. You have until September to teach him everything you can about being a Malfoy."
"But." Draco tried to interrupt.
"Now be gone, my power only thwart of the ministry for so long before they rush back in looking for you. If they see him, tell them the truth, that he is your cousin visiting you from America."
And with that, Lucius left. Walking away from the two, almost identical boys.
"They're off to a good start" he muttered sarcastically to himself before disappearing into one of the secret doors.
TBC
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Tureinn: I can't believe you got me stuck with that blond muffin all of summer. How could you do this to me?
Draco: Yeah author, how could you do this? And don't you dare call me a blond muffin you idiotic Mary Sue.
Tureinn: I am not a Mary Sue, how dare you call me that?!!
Draco: Yes you are,
Tureinn: no I'm not.
Draco: Yes you are
Tureinn: NOT!
Draco: ARE!
Tureinn: NOT!
Author: You both shut up !!! Or I will be forced to torture you with my writing further.
Draco: Are you threatening me?
Author: Yes, I am. Now shut up I gotta go to school tomorrow, I'm suppose to be revising for a physics exam and do my English essay too. Sorry for that bit of madness there, anyway, please review. I will give you guys pictures of Harry and Draco doing it if you do. :)