"In everyone there dwells a soul that longs for love. Love is not
luxury, it is necessity. Behind the outward façade of stoicism lies a
longing heart behind those eyes." Draco read the passage over and over
again. All through school he had harbored a secret more deadly then the
venom of a snake. It was a "skeleton in the cupboard" so to speak, one
about which his father could never find out. He hated himself for it and,
in so doing, hated everyone and everything around him. This, coupled with
the indoctrination he had received as a child from his father, he guessed,
caused his nastiness.
Over the years his secret consumed him. He became his secret. All through those terrible years of war and deceit be became a hollow shell. He only lived to keep his secret while secretly longing for its release. Percy saved him, or rather created him. He was no longer the person he had once been. He was a whole person and he wanted to shout that to the world. He was loved and was no longer the entity of his secret. In that drunken stage created by his euphoria, he made a mistake. He forgot that his father cared not about his feelings, he cared only for his own sniveling reputation.
Mr. Malfoy received quite a blow during that second war. The only thing that kept him out of Azkaban was his last, ditch effort to redeem himself. As the final days of the war drew near and Voldemort's defeat was eminent, he abruptly switched sides. He claimed, as he had before, that he had been controlled be the dark magic.
Draco still looked upon his partner with happiness though. Despite all they had gone through, he was still better off. Now they had a child, an embodiment of the love that they shared. That was the miracle for which he had waited his whole life. He saw his entire life in her clear, blue eyes.
Draco collapsed in a chair. He was exhausted from cleaning the house and cooking dinner. Aislin was finally asleep and he simply breathed. Percy would be home sooner then he usually was and Draco had made sure that dinner was ready when he returned. He only had a very small amount of time before he had to leave for work.
A moment later Percy came through the door. He had a very tired, drawn look about his face. Draco got up to greet him. "Hello dear, what's wrong?" he asked, helping him take off his jacket. Percy simply shook his head. He proceeded to flop down into a chair. Draco sat down beside him immediately.
"What happened? I have to go to work soon so please tell me." Percy sighed deeply for speaking.
"We have to leave."
"Why?"
"Well, two things actually. One, and worst of all, your father's found us."
"And two?"
"The adoption people, I think they're going to try and take Aislin."
"Why?"
"I don't know Draco. I just don't know. All I know is that we have to leave tonight."
"Where will we go?"
"Our best bet is my parent's house." Draco nodded. He got up and paced around the room a little.
"How can we have everything packed in time?"
"We can't. We're just going to have to pack what we can carry and leave."
"Will we flu or apparate?"
"We can't, your father would catch us."
"How then?"
"As much as we can on foot then we'll have to buy train tickets."
"Okay, I have a little bit of money saved. You get Aislin and her things and I'll try to pack some things," Percy nodded and rose from his chair. Draco worked quickly. He knew his father would be there soon and that was something that needed to be avoided. He packed some cloths, a photo album, some blankets and pillows. He met Percy in the living room.
"Ready?" Draco nodded and they left the house into the black night. Percy had Aislin in her carriage along with some luggage. He also had a bag draped across his shoulder. Draco was carrying everything else they had. It was slow progress. They didn't talk for a long time.
"Are you still happy you chose me?" Draco asked finally. Percy looked at him for a moment.
"Yes, nothing could ever make me feel otherwise." Draco smiled; it still shocked him that he was loved. They walked until the sun broke over the hills. They were in Inverness. They walked into the train station and looked at the board. Searching for a train that went to King's Cross.
"I think we have enough for train tickets," Draco said softly. He set the bags down and went to the ticket counter. He came back a moment later with tickets in hand. "There's a train that leaves in an hour for King's Cross." They sat themselves down on the hard seats. "We have a spot of money left. I think I'm going to run to the grocery store across the street and get us something. He left Percy wit Aislin and jogged across the street. He purchased the cheapest thing he could along with a couple of water bottles. He came back just as the train was pulling up on the platform. They boarded and found seats in the non-smoking section. Aislin was awake by then and contentedly drinking her bottle.
The train ride dragged on through the day till mid afternoon. Finally they pulled into King's Cross station. "So now, how will we get to the Burrow?" Draco asked Percy as they stood outside the station.
"I have to call my Dad." Percy went to a phone booth and pushed in the little change he had. He dialed the number and Mrs. Weasley picked up. "Whoever is it?" she asked.
"Mum, it's Percy. Dad needs to come and pick Draco, me and Aislin up. Don't ask questions, there's no time. We're outside King's Cross station." He hung up. The Weasleys hadn't seen them for 3 years. They didn't even know about Aislin.
The three of them waited for what felt like eternity. Finally Mr. Weasley pulled up in a run-down looking car of miscellaneous origins. He didn't say anything as the three packed into the car. Mr. Weasley zoomed off. "What has happened Percy?"
"Draco's father found us out. We had to run."
"Oh Lord. Now, on a lighter note, who is this lovely flower?" he asked, eyeing Aislin.
"Aislin Olivia Malley, we adopted her just a bit ago."
"Jolly good, jolly good. Despite the circumstances, it is good to see you all again." Mr. Weasley sighed and they continued their ride in silence.
Over the years his secret consumed him. He became his secret. All through those terrible years of war and deceit be became a hollow shell. He only lived to keep his secret while secretly longing for its release. Percy saved him, or rather created him. He was no longer the person he had once been. He was a whole person and he wanted to shout that to the world. He was loved and was no longer the entity of his secret. In that drunken stage created by his euphoria, he made a mistake. He forgot that his father cared not about his feelings, he cared only for his own sniveling reputation.
Mr. Malfoy received quite a blow during that second war. The only thing that kept him out of Azkaban was his last, ditch effort to redeem himself. As the final days of the war drew near and Voldemort's defeat was eminent, he abruptly switched sides. He claimed, as he had before, that he had been controlled be the dark magic.
Draco still looked upon his partner with happiness though. Despite all they had gone through, he was still better off. Now they had a child, an embodiment of the love that they shared. That was the miracle for which he had waited his whole life. He saw his entire life in her clear, blue eyes.
Draco collapsed in a chair. He was exhausted from cleaning the house and cooking dinner. Aislin was finally asleep and he simply breathed. Percy would be home sooner then he usually was and Draco had made sure that dinner was ready when he returned. He only had a very small amount of time before he had to leave for work.
A moment later Percy came through the door. He had a very tired, drawn look about his face. Draco got up to greet him. "Hello dear, what's wrong?" he asked, helping him take off his jacket. Percy simply shook his head. He proceeded to flop down into a chair. Draco sat down beside him immediately.
"What happened? I have to go to work soon so please tell me." Percy sighed deeply for speaking.
"We have to leave."
"Why?"
"Well, two things actually. One, and worst of all, your father's found us."
"And two?"
"The adoption people, I think they're going to try and take Aislin."
"Why?"
"I don't know Draco. I just don't know. All I know is that we have to leave tonight."
"Where will we go?"
"Our best bet is my parent's house." Draco nodded. He got up and paced around the room a little.
"How can we have everything packed in time?"
"We can't. We're just going to have to pack what we can carry and leave."
"Will we flu or apparate?"
"We can't, your father would catch us."
"How then?"
"As much as we can on foot then we'll have to buy train tickets."
"Okay, I have a little bit of money saved. You get Aislin and her things and I'll try to pack some things," Percy nodded and rose from his chair. Draco worked quickly. He knew his father would be there soon and that was something that needed to be avoided. He packed some cloths, a photo album, some blankets and pillows. He met Percy in the living room.
"Ready?" Draco nodded and they left the house into the black night. Percy had Aislin in her carriage along with some luggage. He also had a bag draped across his shoulder. Draco was carrying everything else they had. It was slow progress. They didn't talk for a long time.
"Are you still happy you chose me?" Draco asked finally. Percy looked at him for a moment.
"Yes, nothing could ever make me feel otherwise." Draco smiled; it still shocked him that he was loved. They walked until the sun broke over the hills. They were in Inverness. They walked into the train station and looked at the board. Searching for a train that went to King's Cross.
"I think we have enough for train tickets," Draco said softly. He set the bags down and went to the ticket counter. He came back a moment later with tickets in hand. "There's a train that leaves in an hour for King's Cross." They sat themselves down on the hard seats. "We have a spot of money left. I think I'm going to run to the grocery store across the street and get us something. He left Percy wit Aislin and jogged across the street. He purchased the cheapest thing he could along with a couple of water bottles. He came back just as the train was pulling up on the platform. They boarded and found seats in the non-smoking section. Aislin was awake by then and contentedly drinking her bottle.
The train ride dragged on through the day till mid afternoon. Finally they pulled into King's Cross station. "So now, how will we get to the Burrow?" Draco asked Percy as they stood outside the station.
"I have to call my Dad." Percy went to a phone booth and pushed in the little change he had. He dialed the number and Mrs. Weasley picked up. "Whoever is it?" she asked.
"Mum, it's Percy. Dad needs to come and pick Draco, me and Aislin up. Don't ask questions, there's no time. We're outside King's Cross station." He hung up. The Weasleys hadn't seen them for 3 years. They didn't even know about Aislin.
The three of them waited for what felt like eternity. Finally Mr. Weasley pulled up in a run-down looking car of miscellaneous origins. He didn't say anything as the three packed into the car. Mr. Weasley zoomed off. "What has happened Percy?"
"Draco's father found us out. We had to run."
"Oh Lord. Now, on a lighter note, who is this lovely flower?" he asked, eyeing Aislin.
"Aislin Olivia Malley, we adopted her just a bit ago."
"Jolly good, jolly good. Despite the circumstances, it is good to see you all again." Mr. Weasley sighed and they continued their ride in silence.
