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Chapter 2: Untold Tales
Another loud crack and Draco found himself standing outside The Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley. He went inside and looked for some place to sit. Draco didn't want to be recognized he just wanted a drink, and to clear his head. He ordered a Fire Whiskey and a Butterbeer and settled on a small table next to the window. While making his way to the table the bar owner Tom spotted Malfoy.
"Hello young Malfoy, haven't seen you in quite some time, fancy a bite to eat?" Tom asked the question forgetting that he was speaking to one of the rudest people he had ever met. Tom waited not really expecting an answer and certainly not the kind he got.
"No thank you Tom, I'm fine. Just the drink will suffice." "Wow" was the only thing that Tom could manage to say. He had never known Draco Malfoy to answer a question with out sarcasm, but he did just that. He was almost too polite. Tom just nodded and turned to welcome some other patrons that had just walked in.
Draco took his seat and looked out the window. He realized that it was too late to visit the Headmaster now. He decided to take a room at the inn and go up first thing in the morning. Draco was slightly worried about how he was going to approach Professor Dumbledore, so he decided to sleep on his thoughts.
Draco's dreams were tormented with nightmares about his father and what his future holds. This one seemed to be the worst and the most frequent. He always found himself in a dark manor. Very cheerful, clean and welcoming. He, his father, Crabbe and Goyle and MacNair were all at this house. Draco felt sick, he wanted to run away screaming, but it felt like someone had used a sticking charm on his feet, because he couldn't budge. His father said "Now lets see how long you can resist the Cruciatus Curse before you scream." Draco couldn't see the person that he was torturing, only the lovely long red hair that fell down her back. "Now there, there Mrs. Potter, just tell me where your retched husband is and I will let you go...for now." His fathers manic laughter seemed to be the trigger for him to wake. Draco woke and sat straight up, a thin sheen of sweat all over his body and he was shaking terribly. Draco reached for the glass of water which was on his night stand. It was cool and refreshing. He looked at the time 5:30 am. "Blast," was all he could say as he put his head back on the pillow and thought about his dream.
Draco couldn't understand why he hadn't left before now. The beatings would have been enough to make even the strongest man give. But Draco had other things on his mind besides his beatings, mainly one Mrs. Potter. With that final thought Draco swung his feet over the side of the bed, stretched and got up to take a long hot shower.
Draco seemed to be in the shower for hours just letting the hot water fall over his body. Draco had played Quidditch since his second year at Hogwarts and he had developed quite the body over the years. He had well defined abs and shoulders. Also, much to his fathers dismay he had a very nice tan to go with his white blond hair. Draco got out of the shower and toweled off wrapping the towel around his sleek waist as he left the loo. He strolled over to the small dining room table in his room and pulled up the menu. He knew he wasn't hungry but he knew he had to eat something. "Coffee, bagel-toasted with butter and jam, and two eggs over easy." Before he could finish his sentence the table filled with food and the smell of fresh coffee filled the room. Draco was just getting ready to sit down and eat when he heard a tap-tap-tap at his window. It was Jade, Pansy's barn owl. Draco made his way over to the window to let the bird in. "Good morning Jade, what do you have there?" The bird held out her leg and Draco removed the note attached. His eyes quickly scanned the letter and then he discarded it.
The letter was from Pansy, but it was just going on and on about the wedding and all sorts of things that he really didn't need or want to think about just now. Draco stroked Jade behind the ear and gave her a bite of bagel. The owl hooted with delight and fluttered over to an adjacent chair, tucked her head under her wing and went to sleep.
After breakfast was gone Draco got dressed. The clock now said it was 7:00 am. Draco knew that the Headmaster would be at breakfast until 9:00 am so he decided to take a walk around Diagon Alley. He gathered his cloak and walked out the door. He stopped at the front desk before leaving.
"Ah, good morning Mr. Malfoy. I hope all was to your liking." The beautiful witch behind the counter greeted him. Quite taken back by her sweetness, Draco found his voice. "Yes, all was perfect. I think I will be staying for a while. Could you do me a favor and please keep my name off of the registry and say that I am not here if anyone should come to call. I don't care if it is the Minister himself. I am not here." The witch was looking at him strangely, not with fear in her eyes, as he so often got, but with something Draco didn't recognize.
"Of course Mr. Malfoy. No one will know that you are here. Is there anything else?" she asked.
"Well there is just one more thing." Draco didn't know what had gotten into him, but it was as if he couldn't control his own mouth. "What is your name?"
The witch looked at him with a coy smile quite taken back and said "Why do you want to know?"
Draco could feel his ears getting warm and decided that he didn't like being so vulnerable. "Ah....never mind. I must be going. Sorry to have bothered you. Good day," and with that he was gone.
Slowly the witch said "Sarah....my name is Sarah." But there was no one there. The cute guy was gone and she was talking to herself.----Nice going you PRAT! A hottie like that and you go and scare him away. Now who knows if he will ever talk to you again!--- Sarah shook her head and tried to get the voice to shut up so she could continue with her work. Maybe she would see him again later and be able to apologize.
Sarah was Tom's niece. She use to come and stay the summers with him while she was in school. She wasn't a witch per say, she was muggleborn, but she had powers. Sarah had never gone to school to develop them. Sarah's parents were disabled with the muggle disease called Downs Syndrome. They were wonderful parents, very loving, very caring, and always affectionate. However, they didn't understand the idea that there daughter had magical powers. Sarah could remember Professor Dumbledore coming to visit her on her eleventh birthday. As Sarah recalled he stayed at her home for quite some time trying to explain to Sarah's parents that there was a school just for gifted children like Sarah. But her parents didn't understand why someone wanted them to take their little girl away. Sarah remembered her parents getting visibly upset at the idea of loosing there daughter and in the end it was Sarah that said no. Dumbledore realized that he had been defeated and took his leave with a graceful bow. Just before he left he told Sarah that if she ever needed him, for any reason at all, just to think of his name and he would come. With that said there was a pop and he was gone.
Sarah and her parents hadn't spoken of the days events, they all just went to bed like nothing had happened. The next year was Sarah's first of many summers that she would spend with her Uncle Tom.
"Alright Sarah?" Tom asked as he descended the stairs. "Just fine uncle..." Sarah was trying to come out of her own thoughts
"Uncle Tom...what do you know about Mr. Malfoy?" Tom's spine went ridgid and he looked about his pub.
"Did you say Malfoy....Where is he? What does he want?" Tom's voice was strained.
"Uncle Tom, what is wrong with you! Mr. Malfoy, the nice looking gentleman that stayed here last night?" Sarah was getting agitated.
"Oh young Malfoy." Tom's voice seemed to relax some. "I thought you were talking about Lucius Malfoy. The young man you speak of is Draco Malfoy. Son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. What about him?" There was a hint of teasing in his voice, and his niece turned slightly pink.
"I was just wondering what you knew of him. He seems really nice but troubled some how. There is a haze of sadness that I can see behind his eyes."
"Ah, a very observant one you are indeed. Draco is a very troubled soul. I remember when he use to go to Hogwarts. There were very few times that he wasn't accompanied by his two goon friends, Crabbe and Goyle—I think. Evil, both of them and when young Draco was with them his tongue was just as deadly." Tom paused as if recalling something that warmed his heart. "But I do recall a few occasions that he came in by himself, and when Draco was on his own he was a different young man. I remember one time he came in, I think he left his goons terrorizing some other students. He came in and walked right up to me and guess what he said?" Tom paused for effect, as Sarah hanging on his every word he was saying. "He came right over to me and said 'Sir I'm sorry' of course you could imagine my shock, the son of the evil Lucius Malfoy apologizing to me. Well I thought it was a joke, but the lad stuck his hand out and shook mine and told me that he didn't mean to act like a prat, but he had a image to maintain with his friends. Well as you can guess I was right confused, but Draco assured me that he would not make trouble for me in my pub again...and he never did."
Tom's eyes seemed saddened. He continued to dry the already dry glass in his hand lost in thought about that day. "Uncle, what happened that Mr. Malfoy was apologizing for?" Sarah's interest piqued. "Well besides being just nasty, Malfoy and his goons came in one day and turned over tables, spilled drinks and just vandalized the pub. Scared the life out of the patrons and caused loads of damage. He apologized though and come Christmas time I received an anonymous deposit into my Gringotts account for the amount of what it cost for me to replace the items that were destroyed." "Wow," was the only thing that Sarah could say.
"Wow indeed love, and from that day on Draco Malfoy never caused trouble for me again. Even when he was not by himself, and we would pass each other on the street, he would always make it a point to give me a hidden smile. But as quick as it came it was gone replaced by the condescending smirk that he no doubt inherited from his father. But enough about that we must get back to work and get ready for the lunch rush." With that Sarah turned on her heel and went into the kitchen.
Chapter 2: Untold Tales
Another loud crack and Draco found himself standing outside The Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley. He went inside and looked for some place to sit. Draco didn't want to be recognized he just wanted a drink, and to clear his head. He ordered a Fire Whiskey and a Butterbeer and settled on a small table next to the window. While making his way to the table the bar owner Tom spotted Malfoy.
"Hello young Malfoy, haven't seen you in quite some time, fancy a bite to eat?" Tom asked the question forgetting that he was speaking to one of the rudest people he had ever met. Tom waited not really expecting an answer and certainly not the kind he got.
"No thank you Tom, I'm fine. Just the drink will suffice." "Wow" was the only thing that Tom could manage to say. He had never known Draco Malfoy to answer a question with out sarcasm, but he did just that. He was almost too polite. Tom just nodded and turned to welcome some other patrons that had just walked in.
Draco took his seat and looked out the window. He realized that it was too late to visit the Headmaster now. He decided to take a room at the inn and go up first thing in the morning. Draco was slightly worried about how he was going to approach Professor Dumbledore, so he decided to sleep on his thoughts.
Draco's dreams were tormented with nightmares about his father and what his future holds. This one seemed to be the worst and the most frequent. He always found himself in a dark manor. Very cheerful, clean and welcoming. He, his father, Crabbe and Goyle and MacNair were all at this house. Draco felt sick, he wanted to run away screaming, but it felt like someone had used a sticking charm on his feet, because he couldn't budge. His father said "Now lets see how long you can resist the Cruciatus Curse before you scream." Draco couldn't see the person that he was torturing, only the lovely long red hair that fell down her back. "Now there, there Mrs. Potter, just tell me where your retched husband is and I will let you go...for now." His fathers manic laughter seemed to be the trigger for him to wake. Draco woke and sat straight up, a thin sheen of sweat all over his body and he was shaking terribly. Draco reached for the glass of water which was on his night stand. It was cool and refreshing. He looked at the time 5:30 am. "Blast," was all he could say as he put his head back on the pillow and thought about his dream.
Draco couldn't understand why he hadn't left before now. The beatings would have been enough to make even the strongest man give. But Draco had other things on his mind besides his beatings, mainly one Mrs. Potter. With that final thought Draco swung his feet over the side of the bed, stretched and got up to take a long hot shower.
Draco seemed to be in the shower for hours just letting the hot water fall over his body. Draco had played Quidditch since his second year at Hogwarts and he had developed quite the body over the years. He had well defined abs and shoulders. Also, much to his fathers dismay he had a very nice tan to go with his white blond hair. Draco got out of the shower and toweled off wrapping the towel around his sleek waist as he left the loo. He strolled over to the small dining room table in his room and pulled up the menu. He knew he wasn't hungry but he knew he had to eat something. "Coffee, bagel-toasted with butter and jam, and two eggs over easy." Before he could finish his sentence the table filled with food and the smell of fresh coffee filled the room. Draco was just getting ready to sit down and eat when he heard a tap-tap-tap at his window. It was Jade, Pansy's barn owl. Draco made his way over to the window to let the bird in. "Good morning Jade, what do you have there?" The bird held out her leg and Draco removed the note attached. His eyes quickly scanned the letter and then he discarded it.
The letter was from Pansy, but it was just going on and on about the wedding and all sorts of things that he really didn't need or want to think about just now. Draco stroked Jade behind the ear and gave her a bite of bagel. The owl hooted with delight and fluttered over to an adjacent chair, tucked her head under her wing and went to sleep.
After breakfast was gone Draco got dressed. The clock now said it was 7:00 am. Draco knew that the Headmaster would be at breakfast until 9:00 am so he decided to take a walk around Diagon Alley. He gathered his cloak and walked out the door. He stopped at the front desk before leaving.
"Ah, good morning Mr. Malfoy. I hope all was to your liking." The beautiful witch behind the counter greeted him. Quite taken back by her sweetness, Draco found his voice. "Yes, all was perfect. I think I will be staying for a while. Could you do me a favor and please keep my name off of the registry and say that I am not here if anyone should come to call. I don't care if it is the Minister himself. I am not here." The witch was looking at him strangely, not with fear in her eyes, as he so often got, but with something Draco didn't recognize.
"Of course Mr. Malfoy. No one will know that you are here. Is there anything else?" she asked.
"Well there is just one more thing." Draco didn't know what had gotten into him, but it was as if he couldn't control his own mouth. "What is your name?"
The witch looked at him with a coy smile quite taken back and said "Why do you want to know?"
Draco could feel his ears getting warm and decided that he didn't like being so vulnerable. "Ah....never mind. I must be going. Sorry to have bothered you. Good day," and with that he was gone.
Slowly the witch said "Sarah....my name is Sarah." But there was no one there. The cute guy was gone and she was talking to herself.----Nice going you PRAT! A hottie like that and you go and scare him away. Now who knows if he will ever talk to you again!--- Sarah shook her head and tried to get the voice to shut up so she could continue with her work. Maybe she would see him again later and be able to apologize.
Sarah was Tom's niece. She use to come and stay the summers with him while she was in school. She wasn't a witch per say, she was muggleborn, but she had powers. Sarah had never gone to school to develop them. Sarah's parents were disabled with the muggle disease called Downs Syndrome. They were wonderful parents, very loving, very caring, and always affectionate. However, they didn't understand the idea that there daughter had magical powers. Sarah could remember Professor Dumbledore coming to visit her on her eleventh birthday. As Sarah recalled he stayed at her home for quite some time trying to explain to Sarah's parents that there was a school just for gifted children like Sarah. But her parents didn't understand why someone wanted them to take their little girl away. Sarah remembered her parents getting visibly upset at the idea of loosing there daughter and in the end it was Sarah that said no. Dumbledore realized that he had been defeated and took his leave with a graceful bow. Just before he left he told Sarah that if she ever needed him, for any reason at all, just to think of his name and he would come. With that said there was a pop and he was gone.
Sarah and her parents hadn't spoken of the days events, they all just went to bed like nothing had happened. The next year was Sarah's first of many summers that she would spend with her Uncle Tom.
"Alright Sarah?" Tom asked as he descended the stairs. "Just fine uncle..." Sarah was trying to come out of her own thoughts
"Uncle Tom...what do you know about Mr. Malfoy?" Tom's spine went ridgid and he looked about his pub.
"Did you say Malfoy....Where is he? What does he want?" Tom's voice was strained.
"Uncle Tom, what is wrong with you! Mr. Malfoy, the nice looking gentleman that stayed here last night?" Sarah was getting agitated.
"Oh young Malfoy." Tom's voice seemed to relax some. "I thought you were talking about Lucius Malfoy. The young man you speak of is Draco Malfoy. Son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. What about him?" There was a hint of teasing in his voice, and his niece turned slightly pink.
"I was just wondering what you knew of him. He seems really nice but troubled some how. There is a haze of sadness that I can see behind his eyes."
"Ah, a very observant one you are indeed. Draco is a very troubled soul. I remember when he use to go to Hogwarts. There were very few times that he wasn't accompanied by his two goon friends, Crabbe and Goyle—I think. Evil, both of them and when young Draco was with them his tongue was just as deadly." Tom paused as if recalling something that warmed his heart. "But I do recall a few occasions that he came in by himself, and when Draco was on his own he was a different young man. I remember one time he came in, I think he left his goons terrorizing some other students. He came in and walked right up to me and guess what he said?" Tom paused for effect, as Sarah hanging on his every word he was saying. "He came right over to me and said 'Sir I'm sorry' of course you could imagine my shock, the son of the evil Lucius Malfoy apologizing to me. Well I thought it was a joke, but the lad stuck his hand out and shook mine and told me that he didn't mean to act like a prat, but he had a image to maintain with his friends. Well as you can guess I was right confused, but Draco assured me that he would not make trouble for me in my pub again...and he never did."
Tom's eyes seemed saddened. He continued to dry the already dry glass in his hand lost in thought about that day. "Uncle, what happened that Mr. Malfoy was apologizing for?" Sarah's interest piqued. "Well besides being just nasty, Malfoy and his goons came in one day and turned over tables, spilled drinks and just vandalized the pub. Scared the life out of the patrons and caused loads of damage. He apologized though and come Christmas time I received an anonymous deposit into my Gringotts account for the amount of what it cost for me to replace the items that were destroyed." "Wow," was the only thing that Sarah could say.
"Wow indeed love, and from that day on Draco Malfoy never caused trouble for me again. Even when he was not by himself, and we would pass each other on the street, he would always make it a point to give me a hidden smile. But as quick as it came it was gone replaced by the condescending smirk that he no doubt inherited from his father. But enough about that we must get back to work and get ready for the lunch rush." With that Sarah turned on her heel and went into the kitchen.