...:Life's Huge turn:...
~Emerald Sky
...:Author's Note:...This fic is a major remake of 'The New Life Begins'. Authors improve and develop more skill over time. I loved the plot for that fic (which you can still view) but I just hated the way I wrote it. I hope this is an improvement. Warning: Rating heightened.
((Fic may continue onwards))
...:About:...About a year ago Draco's bitch of a mother ran away and Lucius was recently murdered, Draco is now on the run from the dark lord himself...
Heather a young muggle women offers to take care of Draco until he goes off to Hogwart's again and is in the protection of Dumbledore. But it turns out this Heather chick is Hermione's Aunt! Oh great, now he gets to spend more time with a Mudblood to! But at least her friends are hot and totally obsessed with him.
Soon Heather learns Draco doesn't know much about muggles and sends him to summer school. Soon Draco finds himself attempting a muggle life to impress a couple of kids in his class and something starts to spark between him and Granger in the procress. What the hell is wrong with him?
...:Disclaimer:...Harry Potter series belongs to JK Rowling.
...:Rating:...PG13
...:Theme:...Romance/Humour
...:Ships:...Draco/Hermione, Ron/Hermione?, Harry/Ginny - possibly -
...:WARNING:...I'll say this NOW. NO FLAMES...of course if you choose to ignore this then the review will be deleted (if possible) or you will replied by with a huge angry author rant (which I happen to be good at).
If any...minor kissing scenes or any ships disturb you do not read.
AND if any of the characters do seem OOC do not tell me so because I'm most likely already aware of it and am trying to work on it.
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chapter one
...:Alone:...
((Anything italicized is a flash back))
Draco Malfoy sat hunched over on the floor hugging his knees close to his chest. The darkness devoured him but he didn't care. He rested his well defined chin on his knees looking across the darkness towards a shattered mirror on the floor. It had once hung proud on the wall in a pure gold frame, it had been his mirror, his favourite one. Draco remembered every mirror that ever hung on the walls in the manor and the first time he grew an attachment to this one. Through the cracks and missing pieces of the full bodied mirror, Draco could see his teenage stiff reflection glaring back at him.
He was paler than usual. There was a red tint in his eyes from no sleep and prevention from letting any tear shed. Emotionless (as he was taught) was what he was, the emotionless tone he had in his voice all the time, his straight emotionless face he had when others would cry around him and the emotionless he had now as he sat alone in the dark looking back at himself.
'Alone'. It couldn't really be possible could it? The past days since Sunday night had all been an unremembered blur, like it all had been a dream and hard to remember any detail. Draco couldn't remember how long he had been sitting on the floor of his bedroom stubbornly, just like the stubborn brat he was. Sitting, not leaving his room nor letting anyone enter it as they took away everything.
His father wasn't a very kind man. The minute he was gone everything he had owned was auctioned for and driven away from the Malfoy manor. Strangers stalking around the manor, taking what they please for sickles less than what it was really worth, cruel strangers walking in and out... Countless strangers had attempted to wander in on Draco's room but he never let a single soul dare to trespass on HIS property. It was bad enough they were buying away his fathers possessions which should have went directly to him than to take what he owned now. His home was slowly being bought away, everything, memories, good times...all gone.
Draco and his father were never that close at all. He was just simply taught (but harshly all the same) to follow in his foot steps. That's all his father really wanted, to be proud of him...but that was never possible. Trying his best didn't even seem to impress his father the lightest bit. It wasn't until a year ago that he gave up and went his separate way, doing what he pleased. His father and him managed to drift as far apart as possible. No, never close at all.
His death wouldn't have effected him much if it hadn't been for the fact that he was now homeless and living with the one memory from the night of Sunday forever...though how it happened was impossibly defined.
A loud sound of shattering glass from downstairs startled Draco from thought. He stammered out of bed and hurried outside his bedroom and lent against the railing of the balcony so fast he nearly fell off of it head first. Gripping onto the railing with tense fists he watched as nearly a dozen hooded figures in a ghastly pale masks stampeded into the manor in a hurry. "Death Eaters".
They were surely here for him. Watching in panic as the last of the Death Eaters hurried into the manor, Draco Apparated down to the garden outside. He would run for it. With a CRACK, he appeared outside on his feet stiffly and dived out of sight. Before he turned to run Draco remembered, his father. Would he allow his fellow Death Eaters to chaise after him? He knew his father would never defend even his own son against the dark lord himself.
He had made up his mind to just leave while he still could but he only got so far when he heard Lucius scream into the night and a green light flashed through the windows of the manor. His mind went blank and the unthinkable had happened, had they killed him? Couldn't be...he wasn't REALLY fatherless...was he? Draco's legs turned to jelly and he couldn't move.
Male voices grew nearer. "Where's the boy?".
He managed himself only to move a bit further when a strong hand grabbed his shoulder and ripped him back with a tight grip. He thought it was the end when one of them raised their wands. He told himself to fight back but he couldn't...
Draco trembled at the thought of it. It was only pure luck that they hadn't killed him before fleeing from the industry... they did manage to make him actually want to be killed after the suffering...and he had the wounds and scars to show for it.
Draco looked into the eyes of the Death Eater with the raise wand through the eye wholes of the pale mask and the Death Eater shouted, "Crucio!" It felt as if every nerve in his body was inching with the worst pain a human being could possibly feel. The worst pain he had ever and hopefully will ever feel. It seemed like forever of pain and screaming until he lifted the Cruciatus Curse from him.
Shaking his head violently, he attempting to ride of the feeling. It was his fault that his father had died, what was more, Draco didn't know whether his father died being a father and defending him or just simply dieing out of his own will.
The night of Sunday was truly like a nightmare. Trying not to think it was true, he sat alone in the dark awaiting a reply from the Ministry in which where he would go next. The direction his life lay was in the hands of the Ministry and Draco greatly disagreed with it though he had no other choice but to go with it. He was now a victim of Voldemort's search parties and could be found and killed whenever or if ever the dark lord pleased.
Sixteen year old Draco Malfoy was suddenly on Voldemort's naughty list because he had been one to refuse his fathers commands in being a Death Eater, and Lucius, being one to convince the dark lord so, Draco had apparently, fully agreed to become his follower (which in fact was the opposite). When Draco had declined the command over and over again it got Voldemort angry and he wasn't about to be said no to. This is why the Ministry had to decide where Draco was going to go while being under protection.
Draco unbent his knees so that his legs where laying straight out in front of him and stretched. He gave no little notice of his destroyed bedroom in which all the damage had been caused by him not to many days before, after his father's corps was hauled out of the manor. Why was he one to have witnessed the horrified look on his fathers body as they wheeled it away? The look struck him as horrifying and most of all haunting. 'It's my fault! It's my fault!" screamed in his mind day in and day out. It was Draco who tore down his bed canopy in anger, it was Draco who shredded up in bed sheets in frustration and it was he, Draco who smashed his favourite mirror into shattered pieces that now scattered the floor out of gilt, anger and frustration all the same.
The door knob turned slowly on his bedroom door and made a slow squeaking sound as it turned. Draco attempted to stand and prepared himself to shout at another stranger who would attempt to buy his belongings. But however, it was not a stranger at all but a familiar face, it was man that had spoken to him earlier about what had happened. The man invited himself into Draco's dark room before Draco could find himself to say anything. He shut the door with a snap behind him.
"The Ministry and I have decided, Mr. Malfoy, that the only way you can stay safe for as long as possible is--" the short man began in an exhausted and impatient voice.
"Where? Where am I to go? I DON'T wish to leave the manor!" Draco blurted also sounding impatient.
The man sighed and held up a hand to signal him to silence. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but you cannot stay with any magical families of any sort..." he paused to shush Draco who was attempting to protest. "Therefore you will have to stay with the most reliable muggle who is fortunately in contact with the magical world."
"I AM NOT staying with a MUGGLE." Draco told him rather harshly. There was no way he would, he just couldn't. How on earth would Draco be able to put up with it?
"I'm sorry it's the only way we can keep you safe for now until you return to Hogwarts and we get this all sorted out." Draco didn't care about safety compared to the ordeal they were about to put him through.
"Fuck safety, I told you I'm not living with a muggle." Draco said more full of rage.
Ignoring Draco's protests, the man continued, "There's a young female, a squib to be exact but she's living as a citizen in the muggle world and try's to hush it all up. We've contact you and she's related to your grandfather in some way and claims to have heard of you."
"I DON'T CARE if she's willing to take me in, I'm NOT--"
"Yes, yes, I've heard you the first time. Do try to keep it down, people outside may hear you if you continue to shout. Whether you like it or not you are living with her because if you do not the Ministry forbids it and therefore you would be breaking the rules of the--"
"I"M NOT LIVING WITH A MUGGLE. I'M A PURE BLOOD FOR MERLIN'S SAKE."
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How's that for a first chapter O.o….kaay let's just say it was better than my first fic's chapter by A LOT. =D there's more plot behind it XD.
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