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on, start writing. START WRITING!!!
Author: Alright, alright I'll start writing. Not sure what I'm gonna write but whatever.
Tureinn: Hey I missed you, please start writing. I don't want to cease to exist.
Author: Alright, alright I'll start writing, but don't expect this to be long...or good. BTWI can't write in Italian accent. I've also borrowed Bleeding Heart's, "NEGATIVITY!" from Hogwarts rehab I hope they don't mind.
Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter eight: What am I gonna do?
The platinum blonde heads were very visible against the darkness of the dimly lit hallway as the Malfoys sauntered through the corridors of the catacombs, heading towards the dark lord's throne room. Draco could see his father looking at him proudly like he never did before.
The boy took a deep breath before continuing forward on his own down the path towards the elegant thrown. On it sat a creature with scaly skin, glowing red eyes and slits for nostrils. The blonde suppressed a shudder as he stared he stared into the face of his soon to be master. After all a Malfoy must never show fear.
And so the Malfoy glided forward gracefully up the green velvet carpet until he reached the foot of the serpentine dark lord. Then, as he was told to, he kneels down n front of him and brought the hems of his robes up to his lips and kissed it before looking up again to face the most feared man in the Wizarding World.
The lord looked down and feasts his eyes upon the beauty kneeling before him. He could remember not so long ago of another blond haired beauty that knelt in front of him pledging his undying devotion. Too bad this one won't be joining him just yet.
"Welcome my young Malfoy" he said as something with an equivalent of a smile appeared on his face. "I trust your staying here is not acknowledged by the ministry."
"Of course not my lord." The boy answered monotonically
"Well, I'm glad you've decided to start your education here with me. You'll learn a lot more than you will with that fool Dumbledore, and I hope that in time you will be capable of serving me." He continued the smile still on his face. "Jarin" he called to a newly recruited death eater. "Please escort the young Mr. Malfoy to the room that has been prepared for him," then turning back to Draco, "Your class will begin tomorrow." He said before the boy walked away.
"Lucius, I have some business to discuss with you in private."
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Mean while, at Hogwarts...
Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? Tureinn thought as he walked into the great hall of Hogwarts. The rumours have been spread to everyone in the school already and he could hear the whispers and assumptions were made about what happened on the train.
But Tureinn tried to keep his cool, tried to keep up with his charades as he walks over to the Slytherin table where a seat was left for him next to Pansy and Golye.
Come on brain work, work, come up with something, an excuse anything come on. Oh god, what am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?
"So Draco? What was all that about? I heard you were thrown out of the Golden boy's compartment without your shirt on and your trousers half way down." Blaise was the first the ask the question that was on everyone's mind.
"Yeah Draco, What happened? They didn't try to rape you in there did they?" Pansy asked dramatically.
"No, of course not Pansy dearest," he replied sarcastically. "And I did not take off my trousers" he added.
"So what happened?" Some one asked.
Tureinn quickly racked his brains for what to say. What would Draco do in this situation? But it was a stupid question because Draco wouldn't get himself into this situation in the first place because he hates Harry and would never try to seduce him. Would he?
His thoughts were interrupted as the sorting ceremony began.
"Valecis, Fenella"
"SLYTHERIN"
Tureinn clapped mindlessly, not paying much attention to the First years arriving. The rest of the sorting ceremony went on in this fashion as about ten new Slytherins joined their house. Then...
"This year we have a new student joining us in the 4th year. "
All heads turned to the head table. Hogwarts had never had a transfer student before. And from a crowd of first years, a pretty boy with shoulder length black hair and big brown eyes with a tan boyish face walked slowly but confidently to the stool.
"Lorezo Sforza, the Duke of Milan"
The whispers became louder as the hat was placed n the duke's head. The sorting hat stayed on him for a while.
"GRIFFINDOR!"
The table burst into loud cheers as the duke approached the table and chose a seat next to Ron
After that, the ceremony was over and the feast began.
But at the Slytherin table, no one seemed to be paying that much attention to the food as they were still looking at the blond for an explanation.
A temporary solution came to mind and Tureinn smirked evilly. "Alright, I'll tell you" he said quietly and gestured for the Slytherins to come closer. "But not here, wait till we get back to the common room. I don't want the whole school knowing about this."
This seemed to satisfy them, for now as they went back to eating their dinner, each of them with an evil smile on their faces.
Ok, I just bought some time. So now, what would I say to them when we do get back to the common room. Lets see, what evil plan would Draco come up with to destroy the innocent angel?
From across the hall, the same interrogations were going on with another boy.
"So Harry what was all that about?" Seamus asked.
"Yeah, did Malfoy tried to attack you?"
"Did he tried to rape you?"
The boy who lived was bombarded with questions of the most absurd assumptions of which he answered "no" to.
But his answers of course, were not heard due to the red headed Weasley sitting next to him.
"Of course he was in there to attack Harry! He was molesting him. Probably because he was running out of ideas of how to get the better of him. But you showed him didn't you Harry? Throwing him out on his arse like that."
Hermione rolled her eyes at this but didn't say anything as Ron continued to change history. The prince did the same but listened to the conversation.
"No, no really that's not what happened, that's not what happened" Harry kept declining, "Hermione back me up here." Harry looked at her desperately but she just sat quietly and ate her dinner among the loudness of the Griffindor table.
Harry sighed, turning away from the undying noise and met the gaze of silver/blue eyes. Their gazes were locked on each other. It was as if the school disappeared, no longer could they hear the chatter of over excited students. They were lost in the depths of each other's eyes.
"Hey Harry, are you gonna eat that?" Ron asked from behind him.
"Ron! Don't be so rude." Hermione scowled.
"What? I'm just asking."
Once again the girl rolled her eyes. Then Ron notice the duke was looking at him. He blushed before going back to his own plate and trying to remember what his mother had told him about table manners.
The boy apparently saw his effort and smiled.
"You don't need to do that every time I'm around" he said, a hint of an Italian accent making the simple sentences appears sensuous. "After all, if I'm gonna be here for the next few years, I would need to learn to become only one of the students. Can't make any close friends if everyone is going to be...what's that called? kissing my ass?"
Ron gave him a wide smile that lit up his face.
"I suppose so. I guess you must be a real Griffindor then, not like that snobby git Malfoy." He pointed to the blond head across the hall. "He's an aristocrat, the son of a dark wizard and he expects everyone to treat him like he's god."
Harry hid the frown on his face at that.
"I'm Ron Weasley by the way," he said as he reached out his hands as the duke shook it.
"Nice to meet you."
"This is Hermione Granger." The duke kissed the girl's hand.
"And this, is the famous Harry Potter."
"Ah, yes, the boy who lived. Lovely to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you." He said, shaking the boy's hand.
"So tell me about yourself."
"Well, I'm the last remaining member of the Sforza line. Our family used to rule over Milan before it became part of Italy. We used to rule over both the muggle and the Wizarding World there but after that our family moved into the Wizarding World where we still have influence with the support of other rich pure-blooded families. It was about two years ago when my father died and left me the title."
"So why did you decide to come to Hogwarts?"
"It was suggested to me that I should start promoting international relations and I was told Hogwarts is a great place to start because it is one of the best schools in Europe."
"It's 'The best school in Europe' actually." Ron said.
"Well, actually I'm suppose to be mingling with the so called 'snobby gits' as you called them, but most of them as I've noticed are in Slytherin. But I didn't really want to be with them anyway. They appear to be too...uptight for their own age. I'm tired of those people. Been around them all of my life. I want to be around people who are more...relax." The duke smile once again, causing some of the girls and Ron, to blush.
Once everyone was done with the feast the Head master gave his usual announcement, telling the students to not go into the not so Forbidden Forest and of Filch new complaints about the student's new pranking methods. Then he informed everyone of the New Years Ball that will be held this year.
After this everyone got up and headed to their dorms. Ron and Hermione made their way to the first years as did the other prefects to show them to their dorms.
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"So Draco, what is your big evil plan to destroy Harry Potter?" Pansy asked the moment Tureinn walked into the Slytherin common room.
"Patients Pansy," the blond boy said as he sat down on a big plush sofa. "I'll tell you soon enough."
Ok, now is a good time to THINK OF SOMETHING! He berated himself for not trying to think something up during the feast but had instead spent the entire time looking at the boy who needed to be ravished.
By that time everyone had sat themselves down near him, hoping to hear of his master plan.
"So tell us already!" One of them shouted from behind.
Alright, here we go, before they get too anxious, try to think evil.
"As you all know, H.Potter has been a thorn in my side ever since we met as well as an enemy of all Slytherins." There were nods going on in all directions. "And you all know that I've tried many many ways to get rid of him." Nods, " But did it work? NO."
"But what was it that I did wrong? I wonder." Tureinn continued trying to remember everything Draco ever said about the boy who lived, not really sure of where he was going with it "Over the holidays I've been going back through all the things I've done to Potter, finding out what was wrong with my brilliant plans and I realised that all of them had one thing in common."
"What is it?" someone asked from the back of the room.
"Um... NEGATIVITY!" he said the first word that came to mind. He could see from the confused faces of the Slytherins that he was going to have to elaborate.
"Yes, negativity. I've always approach Potter with negativity... and...uhh... Well, it seems that we've all forgotten who it is we're talking about here. I mean this is the one who defeated the Dark Lord when he was only a baby. I mean we couldn't seriously believe that we could have gotten the better of him with just a regular plan now can we?"
Ok, What now? Tureinn asked himself, he acted as though he knew what he was saying for long enough without actually telling them anything, but he knew it won't be enough.
"So what do you plan on doing?" they asked. The boy racked his brain for an answer before saying the only thing he could think of to say. The truth.
"I'm planning on making friends with him."
His statement was met with stunned silence.
"Oh, so you're gonna destroy him from the inside? Very good plan Draco." Blaise said. "There's a slight problem though...I mean let's not forget that the reason you two are enemies in the first place is because he declined your offer of friendship."
Oh, Draco never told him that before, he thought as he tried to figure out what to say next. No wonder he hated the Harry so much, he's probably never been declined anything in his life.
"Well I had to admit that then I was being a little...too sure of myself that he will immediately drop the Weasel and befriend me instead. I see now that I need to use another approach."
"And what approach would that be, Dracey?" Pansy ask as she put her hands on his shoulders. The boy shrugged her off.
"You'll see" he said, not really sure what he was going to do but hoped that they were satisfied. Apparently they were for they went back to their regular activities; they didn't even question him about coming out of that compartment half naked. Well, he was glad they didn't for he still has no idea about what to say about that.
Well, I suppose it'll all have to be sorted out tomorrow.
TBC
Author: I know that nothing really happened much there but I was really stuck. I don't know what's gonna happen next.
Lorenzo Sforza: So who the am I and what am I doing here? Do I know you?
Author: um.yeah I created you rather spontaneously so of course you'll be a bit confused. I didn't really plan on you being here.
Lorenzo: So why did you put me here?
Author: To annoy Percy
Percy: What!?? First I'm having a crush on my own little brother and now this? What does he have to do with me anyway? I don't even go to Hogwarts anymore.
Author: You'll see. in the next chapter. Anyway thanks for reading my story and I'm so sorry for the lateness of it. I hope you review; I gotta go do my history coursework on the Reichstag Fire now, bye.
Author: Alright, alright I'll start writing. Not sure what I'm gonna write but whatever.
Tureinn: Hey I missed you, please start writing. I don't want to cease to exist.
Author: Alright, alright I'll start writing, but don't expect this to be long...or good. BTWI can't write in Italian accent. I've also borrowed Bleeding Heart's, "NEGATIVITY!" from Hogwarts rehab I hope they don't mind.
Prisoner of the Malfoy Name
Chapter eight: What am I gonna do?
The platinum blonde heads were very visible against the darkness of the dimly lit hallway as the Malfoys sauntered through the corridors of the catacombs, heading towards the dark lord's throne room. Draco could see his father looking at him proudly like he never did before.
The boy took a deep breath before continuing forward on his own down the path towards the elegant thrown. On it sat a creature with scaly skin, glowing red eyes and slits for nostrils. The blonde suppressed a shudder as he stared he stared into the face of his soon to be master. After all a Malfoy must never show fear.
And so the Malfoy glided forward gracefully up the green velvet carpet until he reached the foot of the serpentine dark lord. Then, as he was told to, he kneels down n front of him and brought the hems of his robes up to his lips and kissed it before looking up again to face the most feared man in the Wizarding World.
The lord looked down and feasts his eyes upon the beauty kneeling before him. He could remember not so long ago of another blond haired beauty that knelt in front of him pledging his undying devotion. Too bad this one won't be joining him just yet.
"Welcome my young Malfoy" he said as something with an equivalent of a smile appeared on his face. "I trust your staying here is not acknowledged by the ministry."
"Of course not my lord." The boy answered monotonically
"Well, I'm glad you've decided to start your education here with me. You'll learn a lot more than you will with that fool Dumbledore, and I hope that in time you will be capable of serving me." He continued the smile still on his face. "Jarin" he called to a newly recruited death eater. "Please escort the young Mr. Malfoy to the room that has been prepared for him," then turning back to Draco, "Your class will begin tomorrow." He said before the boy walked away.
"Lucius, I have some business to discuss with you in private."
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Mean while, at Hogwarts...
Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do? Tureinn thought as he walked into the great hall of Hogwarts. The rumours have been spread to everyone in the school already and he could hear the whispers and assumptions were made about what happened on the train.
But Tureinn tried to keep his cool, tried to keep up with his charades as he walks over to the Slytherin table where a seat was left for him next to Pansy and Golye.
Come on brain work, work, come up with something, an excuse anything come on. Oh god, what am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?
"So Draco? What was all that about? I heard you were thrown out of the Golden boy's compartment without your shirt on and your trousers half way down." Blaise was the first the ask the question that was on everyone's mind.
"Yeah Draco, What happened? They didn't try to rape you in there did they?" Pansy asked dramatically.
"No, of course not Pansy dearest," he replied sarcastically. "And I did not take off my trousers" he added.
"So what happened?" Some one asked.
Tureinn quickly racked his brains for what to say. What would Draco do in this situation? But it was a stupid question because Draco wouldn't get himself into this situation in the first place because he hates Harry and would never try to seduce him. Would he?
His thoughts were interrupted as the sorting ceremony began.
"Valecis, Fenella"
"SLYTHERIN"
Tureinn clapped mindlessly, not paying much attention to the First years arriving. The rest of the sorting ceremony went on in this fashion as about ten new Slytherins joined their house. Then...
"This year we have a new student joining us in the 4th year. "
All heads turned to the head table. Hogwarts had never had a transfer student before. And from a crowd of first years, a pretty boy with shoulder length black hair and big brown eyes with a tan boyish face walked slowly but confidently to the stool.
"Lorezo Sforza, the Duke of Milan"
The whispers became louder as the hat was placed n the duke's head. The sorting hat stayed on him for a while.
"GRIFFINDOR!"
The table burst into loud cheers as the duke approached the table and chose a seat next to Ron
After that, the ceremony was over and the feast began.
But at the Slytherin table, no one seemed to be paying that much attention to the food as they were still looking at the blond for an explanation.
A temporary solution came to mind and Tureinn smirked evilly. "Alright, I'll tell you" he said quietly and gestured for the Slytherins to come closer. "But not here, wait till we get back to the common room. I don't want the whole school knowing about this."
This seemed to satisfy them, for now as they went back to eating their dinner, each of them with an evil smile on their faces.
Ok, I just bought some time. So now, what would I say to them when we do get back to the common room. Lets see, what evil plan would Draco come up with to destroy the innocent angel?
From across the hall, the same interrogations were going on with another boy.
"So Harry what was all that about?" Seamus asked.
"Yeah, did Malfoy tried to attack you?"
"Did he tried to rape you?"
The boy who lived was bombarded with questions of the most absurd assumptions of which he answered "no" to.
But his answers of course, were not heard due to the red headed Weasley sitting next to him.
"Of course he was in there to attack Harry! He was molesting him. Probably because he was running out of ideas of how to get the better of him. But you showed him didn't you Harry? Throwing him out on his arse like that."
Hermione rolled her eyes at this but didn't say anything as Ron continued to change history. The prince did the same but listened to the conversation.
"No, no really that's not what happened, that's not what happened" Harry kept declining, "Hermione back me up here." Harry looked at her desperately but she just sat quietly and ate her dinner among the loudness of the Griffindor table.
Harry sighed, turning away from the undying noise and met the gaze of silver/blue eyes. Their gazes were locked on each other. It was as if the school disappeared, no longer could they hear the chatter of over excited students. They were lost in the depths of each other's eyes.
"Hey Harry, are you gonna eat that?" Ron asked from behind him.
"Ron! Don't be so rude." Hermione scowled.
"What? I'm just asking."
Once again the girl rolled her eyes. Then Ron notice the duke was looking at him. He blushed before going back to his own plate and trying to remember what his mother had told him about table manners.
The boy apparently saw his effort and smiled.
"You don't need to do that every time I'm around" he said, a hint of an Italian accent making the simple sentences appears sensuous. "After all, if I'm gonna be here for the next few years, I would need to learn to become only one of the students. Can't make any close friends if everyone is going to be...what's that called? kissing my ass?"
Ron gave him a wide smile that lit up his face.
"I suppose so. I guess you must be a real Griffindor then, not like that snobby git Malfoy." He pointed to the blond head across the hall. "He's an aristocrat, the son of a dark wizard and he expects everyone to treat him like he's god."
Harry hid the frown on his face at that.
"I'm Ron Weasley by the way," he said as he reached out his hands as the duke shook it.
"Nice to meet you."
"This is Hermione Granger." The duke kissed the girl's hand.
"And this, is the famous Harry Potter."
"Ah, yes, the boy who lived. Lovely to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you." He said, shaking the boy's hand.
"So tell me about yourself."
"Well, I'm the last remaining member of the Sforza line. Our family used to rule over Milan before it became part of Italy. We used to rule over both the muggle and the Wizarding World there but after that our family moved into the Wizarding World where we still have influence with the support of other rich pure-blooded families. It was about two years ago when my father died and left me the title."
"So why did you decide to come to Hogwarts?"
"It was suggested to me that I should start promoting international relations and I was told Hogwarts is a great place to start because it is one of the best schools in Europe."
"It's 'The best school in Europe' actually." Ron said.
"Well, actually I'm suppose to be mingling with the so called 'snobby gits' as you called them, but most of them as I've noticed are in Slytherin. But I didn't really want to be with them anyway. They appear to be too...uptight for their own age. I'm tired of those people. Been around them all of my life. I want to be around people who are more...relax." The duke smile once again, causing some of the girls and Ron, to blush.
Once everyone was done with the feast the Head master gave his usual announcement, telling the students to not go into the not so Forbidden Forest and of Filch new complaints about the student's new pranking methods. Then he informed everyone of the New Years Ball that will be held this year.
After this everyone got up and headed to their dorms. Ron and Hermione made their way to the first years as did the other prefects to show them to their dorms.
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"So Draco, what is your big evil plan to destroy Harry Potter?" Pansy asked the moment Tureinn walked into the Slytherin common room.
"Patients Pansy," the blond boy said as he sat down on a big plush sofa. "I'll tell you soon enough."
Ok, now is a good time to THINK OF SOMETHING! He berated himself for not trying to think something up during the feast but had instead spent the entire time looking at the boy who needed to be ravished.
By that time everyone had sat themselves down near him, hoping to hear of his master plan.
"So tell us already!" One of them shouted from behind.
Alright, here we go, before they get too anxious, try to think evil.
"As you all know, H.Potter has been a thorn in my side ever since we met as well as an enemy of all Slytherins." There were nods going on in all directions. "And you all know that I've tried many many ways to get rid of him." Nods, " But did it work? NO."
"But what was it that I did wrong? I wonder." Tureinn continued trying to remember everything Draco ever said about the boy who lived, not really sure of where he was going with it "Over the holidays I've been going back through all the things I've done to Potter, finding out what was wrong with my brilliant plans and I realised that all of them had one thing in common."
"What is it?" someone asked from the back of the room.
"Um... NEGATIVITY!" he said the first word that came to mind. He could see from the confused faces of the Slytherins that he was going to have to elaborate.
"Yes, negativity. I've always approach Potter with negativity... and...uhh... Well, it seems that we've all forgotten who it is we're talking about here. I mean this is the one who defeated the Dark Lord when he was only a baby. I mean we couldn't seriously believe that we could have gotten the better of him with just a regular plan now can we?"
Ok, What now? Tureinn asked himself, he acted as though he knew what he was saying for long enough without actually telling them anything, but he knew it won't be enough.
"So what do you plan on doing?" they asked. The boy racked his brain for an answer before saying the only thing he could think of to say. The truth.
"I'm planning on making friends with him."
His statement was met with stunned silence.
"Oh, so you're gonna destroy him from the inside? Very good plan Draco." Blaise said. "There's a slight problem though...I mean let's not forget that the reason you two are enemies in the first place is because he declined your offer of friendship."
Oh, Draco never told him that before, he thought as he tried to figure out what to say next. No wonder he hated the Harry so much, he's probably never been declined anything in his life.
"Well I had to admit that then I was being a little...too sure of myself that he will immediately drop the Weasel and befriend me instead. I see now that I need to use another approach."
"And what approach would that be, Dracey?" Pansy ask as she put her hands on his shoulders. The boy shrugged her off.
"You'll see" he said, not really sure what he was going to do but hoped that they were satisfied. Apparently they were for they went back to their regular activities; they didn't even question him about coming out of that compartment half naked. Well, he was glad they didn't for he still has no idea about what to say about that.
Well, I suppose it'll all have to be sorted out tomorrow.
TBC
Author: I know that nothing really happened much there but I was really stuck. I don't know what's gonna happen next.
Lorenzo Sforza: So who the am I and what am I doing here? Do I know you?
Author: um.yeah I created you rather spontaneously so of course you'll be a bit confused. I didn't really plan on you being here.
Lorenzo: So why did you put me here?
Author: To annoy Percy
Percy: What!?? First I'm having a crush on my own little brother and now this? What does he have to do with me anyway? I don't even go to Hogwarts anymore.
Author: You'll see. in the next chapter. Anyway thanks for reading my story and I'm so sorry for the lateness of it. I hope you review; I gotta go do my history coursework on the Reichstag Fire now, bye.