Disclaimer Thingy: Well. I obviously did not create Harry Potter. See the
definition of the word fanfiction. Crazy monkeys...
Warning Thingy: Homophobes. Leave. Now.
Rating: PG/PG-13 for now. If it gets too naughty I may have to relocate.
Pairings: I'm not telling, so NYAH-NYAH!
Chapter Two – Self Discovery
Halfway across England in a place almost the exact opposite of Privet Drive, at a mansion with ominous magical creatures patrolling the grounds, the peak of a large wizarding community, another boy was sitting in his room studying.
Draco had just finished reading his book when his mother walked into the room, looking terrified.
"Mother?" he asked warily. "Are you alright?"
"Yes," she replied, "better than I've been for the last seventeen years." She stopped gazing about blankly, and suddenly she fixed her eyes straight on his. "You are in danger. You must leave. Don't tell your father." She quickly got up and ran to his closet, pulling his trunk from the recesses. Flinging open his wardrobe, she turned to him and violently gestured for him to come over. "Hurry! Get what you need, you don't have much time."
Draco, stunned, got up from his bed and scurried over to his mother's side, packing a few sets of clothes and a few books.
"Here." His mother thrust a money bag into his hands. "Put it in the trunk! Quickly!" She looked towards the closet and it burst open as his broomstick flew into her outstretched hand. "Take it. Hide out in the Muggle world until school starts. Get to the train two hours early and hide until ten minutes into the commute. Don't contact him, he'll find you. Don't try to contact me either, for that matter." She then rapped once on his head, and it seemed as if a cold fluid were covering his body, and matching the background perfectly, making him into sort of a human chameleon.
"Who'll find out?" Draco asked desperately. "Who's after me? What is this all about?"
His mother smiled at him, tears welling up in her eyes. "You'll find out soon enough." She pulled him into an embrace. "I love you, Draco."
Draco was shocked. This was the first time his mother had ever said those three words to him. She had always been so cold and distant, staring into space or muttering to herself.
A voice from down the hall startled them. "Go!" Narcissa hissed, kissing him on the cheek. She vanished with a pop as Draco mounted his broomstick and flew out the window. He hovered near the house, and soon heard two voices from his parents' bedroom. He flew closer to the wall and listened.
"Is she dead?" said a hideous screeching voice that reminded Draco of a train screeching to a halt.
"No, she's still alive, but only barely," came a voice that Draco easily recognized as his father's.
"And the boy?"
"Gone. I think it was her doing."
"Well, you've got quite a dilemma on your hands. What are you going to do about it?"
There was a pause before his father answered, "What I should have done as soon as she gave me an heir." Draco heard movement and then...
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Draco gasped as he felt the rush of cold and saw the flash of green light through the window. Without hesitation, he turned and flew off into the night.
Draco finally landed in a deserted alley in muggle London. Shivering, he reached into his trunk for a cloak. But as he searched, he found a fine wooden box that he didn't remember packing. Cautiously, he opened it.
Inside were two finely wrought talismans and a folded piece of parchment. Mystified, he unfolded the paper and upon recognizing his mother's fine hand, tears came to his eyes.
Dear Draco,
This is the first time I have written anything of my own free will in about seventeen years. There is little time, so I must tell you what you need to know. First of all, I am sorry I have been such a horrible mother your entire life. I wish I could have been there for you; half of the time I had no idea what year you were I or how you were doing. I know not who your friends are, where your loyalties lie, but from the bits and pieces I've picked up, I can tell that, in my opinion, you're mixing in with the wrong crowd. You see, there are only brief periods in which I am aware of my surroundings. For the last seventeen years your father has held me captive under the Imperius curse. I should have been able to fight it, but I was brought up in a community full of dark wizards, so instead of learning how to block it, I learned instead how to manipulate the minds of the innocent. Later in my life I changed my ways, but then, I met your father. He lusted after me, and seduced me, but when I tried to end our relationship, he immediately went ballistic, and the next thing I knew, I was forced to marry him and carry his son. The worst part though, even worse than losing my own freedom, was seeing you, the way you looked at me with disgust, seeing me as the cold-hearted woman that I was under the spell, and I wanted to run to you, to take you into my arms and take you away from here. But not until tonight did I get that chance. I don't know what happened, but it was one of those occasions when my emotions managed to break the barrier of the Imperius curse, but this time, your father wasn't there to immediately regain control. This time he is off with the Death Eaters, and I have managed to shake off almost all traces of the spell without him noticing. Tomorrow, he plans to take you to the Dark Lord and make you his servant. I cannot allow this to happen and therefore have fought as I never have before to rid myself of your father's control. So, if you are reading this, I have helped you escape, and I am dead. But fear not. I have enclosed two pendants, one with a chimera on the front, and the other with a silver serpent, the Black family crest. The one with the chimera has a curse deflector on it. It will bounce a weakened version of the curse back at the user. Be warned: while it will completely deflect a minor hex back at the user, if someone uses Avada Kedavra on you, it will kill both of you, so don't go thinking you're invincible. The other one is just a normal pendant, one that I always planned to pass down to a son or daughter, so it is yours now. I hope when you look at it, you think of me, not of the woman who has ignored you her entire life, but the woman who loves you and always has. Farewell.
Love,
Mom
Draco stared at the page for several minutes, tears now flowing freely down his face, while at the same time shaking with rage. He never would have expected his father of using the Imperius curse to force his mother into marriage. He put the note and pendants back into the box and placed those back in his bag. Oblivious now to the cold, he didn't even notice the color seeping into his hands as the Disillusionment charm his mother used started to wear off. Numb to the world around him he sat in the rain for almost fifteen minutes, thinking about life, questioning all he'd ever learned, and decided one thing. He would not be like his father at any cost. He would turn against the Dark Arts, and he would join with Potter, the mudblood, and the Weasel if he had to. Determined, he pulled a cloak from his trunk, hid his broomstick, and set off into the night.
Warning Thingy: Homophobes. Leave. Now.
Rating: PG/PG-13 for now. If it gets too naughty I may have to relocate.
Pairings: I'm not telling, so NYAH-NYAH!
Chapter Two – Self Discovery
Halfway across England in a place almost the exact opposite of Privet Drive, at a mansion with ominous magical creatures patrolling the grounds, the peak of a large wizarding community, another boy was sitting in his room studying.
Draco had just finished reading his book when his mother walked into the room, looking terrified.
"Mother?" he asked warily. "Are you alright?"
"Yes," she replied, "better than I've been for the last seventeen years." She stopped gazing about blankly, and suddenly she fixed her eyes straight on his. "You are in danger. You must leave. Don't tell your father." She quickly got up and ran to his closet, pulling his trunk from the recesses. Flinging open his wardrobe, she turned to him and violently gestured for him to come over. "Hurry! Get what you need, you don't have much time."
Draco, stunned, got up from his bed and scurried over to his mother's side, packing a few sets of clothes and a few books.
"Here." His mother thrust a money bag into his hands. "Put it in the trunk! Quickly!" She looked towards the closet and it burst open as his broomstick flew into her outstretched hand. "Take it. Hide out in the Muggle world until school starts. Get to the train two hours early and hide until ten minutes into the commute. Don't contact him, he'll find you. Don't try to contact me either, for that matter." She then rapped once on his head, and it seemed as if a cold fluid were covering his body, and matching the background perfectly, making him into sort of a human chameleon.
"Who'll find out?" Draco asked desperately. "Who's after me? What is this all about?"
His mother smiled at him, tears welling up in her eyes. "You'll find out soon enough." She pulled him into an embrace. "I love you, Draco."
Draco was shocked. This was the first time his mother had ever said those three words to him. She had always been so cold and distant, staring into space or muttering to herself.
A voice from down the hall startled them. "Go!" Narcissa hissed, kissing him on the cheek. She vanished with a pop as Draco mounted his broomstick and flew out the window. He hovered near the house, and soon heard two voices from his parents' bedroom. He flew closer to the wall and listened.
"Is she dead?" said a hideous screeching voice that reminded Draco of a train screeching to a halt.
"No, she's still alive, but only barely," came a voice that Draco easily recognized as his father's.
"And the boy?"
"Gone. I think it was her doing."
"Well, you've got quite a dilemma on your hands. What are you going to do about it?"
There was a pause before his father answered, "What I should have done as soon as she gave me an heir." Draco heard movement and then...
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Draco gasped as he felt the rush of cold and saw the flash of green light through the window. Without hesitation, he turned and flew off into the night.
Draco finally landed in a deserted alley in muggle London. Shivering, he reached into his trunk for a cloak. But as he searched, he found a fine wooden box that he didn't remember packing. Cautiously, he opened it.
Inside were two finely wrought talismans and a folded piece of parchment. Mystified, he unfolded the paper and upon recognizing his mother's fine hand, tears came to his eyes.
Dear Draco,
This is the first time I have written anything of my own free will in about seventeen years. There is little time, so I must tell you what you need to know. First of all, I am sorry I have been such a horrible mother your entire life. I wish I could have been there for you; half of the time I had no idea what year you were I or how you were doing. I know not who your friends are, where your loyalties lie, but from the bits and pieces I've picked up, I can tell that, in my opinion, you're mixing in with the wrong crowd. You see, there are only brief periods in which I am aware of my surroundings. For the last seventeen years your father has held me captive under the Imperius curse. I should have been able to fight it, but I was brought up in a community full of dark wizards, so instead of learning how to block it, I learned instead how to manipulate the minds of the innocent. Later in my life I changed my ways, but then, I met your father. He lusted after me, and seduced me, but when I tried to end our relationship, he immediately went ballistic, and the next thing I knew, I was forced to marry him and carry his son. The worst part though, even worse than losing my own freedom, was seeing you, the way you looked at me with disgust, seeing me as the cold-hearted woman that I was under the spell, and I wanted to run to you, to take you into my arms and take you away from here. But not until tonight did I get that chance. I don't know what happened, but it was one of those occasions when my emotions managed to break the barrier of the Imperius curse, but this time, your father wasn't there to immediately regain control. This time he is off with the Death Eaters, and I have managed to shake off almost all traces of the spell without him noticing. Tomorrow, he plans to take you to the Dark Lord and make you his servant. I cannot allow this to happen and therefore have fought as I never have before to rid myself of your father's control. So, if you are reading this, I have helped you escape, and I am dead. But fear not. I have enclosed two pendants, one with a chimera on the front, and the other with a silver serpent, the Black family crest. The one with the chimera has a curse deflector on it. It will bounce a weakened version of the curse back at the user. Be warned: while it will completely deflect a minor hex back at the user, if someone uses Avada Kedavra on you, it will kill both of you, so don't go thinking you're invincible. The other one is just a normal pendant, one that I always planned to pass down to a son or daughter, so it is yours now. I hope when you look at it, you think of me, not of the woman who has ignored you her entire life, but the woman who loves you and always has. Farewell.
Love,
Mom
Draco stared at the page for several minutes, tears now flowing freely down his face, while at the same time shaking with rage. He never would have expected his father of using the Imperius curse to force his mother into marriage. He put the note and pendants back into the box and placed those back in his bag. Oblivious now to the cold, he didn't even notice the color seeping into his hands as the Disillusionment charm his mother used started to wear off. Numb to the world around him he sat in the rain for almost fifteen minutes, thinking about life, questioning all he'd ever learned, and decided one thing. He would not be like his father at any cost. He would turn against the Dark Arts, and he would join with Potter, the mudblood, and the Weasel if he had to. Determined, he pulled a cloak from his trunk, hid his broomstick, and set off into the night.
