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A/N I don't know what wizarding families do with their children until they're sent to Hogwarts' so I'm going to make a wizard elementary school, just for daycare and social reasons. And this chapter isn't going to be exactly like the movie. I'm just setting up the flashbacks and things. There isn't going to be a child porn scene or anything like that. It's just going introduce the problem.
Chapter Two: Age seven
A tall, blond woman was watching the house elves clean out the prestigious Malfoy fireplace. It had gotten filthy over the past few weeks, and she just couldn't let her precious Draco step foot in it. He was her only child, the only heir to the Malfoy fortune. It wouldn't do to go getting him all dirty.
"Mother, is Father coming with us this time?" an adorably angelic looking seven year old asked, stepping closer to the fireplace.
"No, Draco, dearest. Father can't leave, remember? He has much more important issues to deal with." His mother patted him on the head, and he looked up at her.
"Why not? Other kids have parents there. That Weasley boy's father is always about. And so is Pansy's. Why can't my father visit just this once?" He winced as her affection was quickly withdrawn.
"He just can't Draco. Stop asking such ridiculous questions and floo to school. You're going to be late, and Malfoy's do not accept tardiness." She reached him the floo powder and he climbed into the fireplace. With a call of "Little Wizard's Academy" he was gone. A few seconds later, the principal's head appeared in the fireplace.
"Excuse me? Mrs. Malfoy? Are you there?" she asked, looking around.
"Why, yes, Principal Crane. How are you? I can't really talk, I have guests visiting momentarily. I'm so sorry." Narcissa Malfoy had many better things to do than talk to an elementary school principal.
"No, please, Mrs. Malfoy, could you floo here immediately?" The principal looked very worried. "I believe you may want to see this."
"Well, can't I just see it at Parent-teacher night? It's just tonight."
"No, I think you might want to see this before the rest of the parents get here tonight."
"Well, alright."
Narcissa was soon standing in Draco's classroom, staring at a drawing he had done. Her mouth was wide open and she knew it looked very unbecoming for a Malfoy, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing on a paper her own son had done.
The drawing consisted of blood and gore, and bodies piled up below the feet of a wizard who bore a strange resemblance to that of her husband and son. The wizard was pointing his wand up to the sky where the Dark Mark glowing in a dark green color. Across the top of the drawing were the words "What I Want to Be When I Grow Up."
Narcissa looked at the teacher and back to her son, sitting quietly across from the Weasley boy, glaring unhappily.
"Can I keep this? I'm sure my husband would like to see it, too," she finally found her voice. She had no intention of showing this to her husband. Although it would show promise for the heir, it would also be considered a danger to have him drawing things like this, and he would be punished. She planned to destroy it as soon as she got home.
"Of course, Mrs. Malfoy. I think you should also meet with a friend of mine. He's a very good wizarding psychologist." The teacher continued talking for a while about the wonders of this man, but she had tuned out.
She returned home to a house full of women wondering where she was. She explained that she was having a private meeting with Draco's teacher, because he had such exceptional talent and showed very early ability. All the ladies Oohed and awed. They went on with their planned business and Narcissa's tardiness was forgotten.
That night, though, as she lay waiting for Lucius to join her, she realized that she forgot to get the drawing. She wondered if it was too late, but was given her answer when the tall, blond haired man walked in, looking extremely serious.
"Narcissa. What is this?" He threw the drawing down on the bed.
"It's a drawing, Husband. Your son drew it." She had to put a less than motherly act.
"My son drew this? When? Where? How? We don't own such childish things as crayons!"
"He drew them in school, Lucius."
"School?! Doesn't he have class with the Muggle-lover's son and daughter?" he bellowed unhappily.
"The son, yes. The daughter is a year younger."
"He drew this in the presence of the Weasley boy?!" he bellowed again.
"Yes, Lucius. He did." She was dying inside for the pain her little boy would be in soon, but she couldn't do anything about it. Lucius swept out the door.
Draco was already in bed. Even little wizards must have bedtimes. He had played with his Little Wiz's Mini Broom all day and was tuckered out by 8. Lucius stormed into the angelic little boy's room, slamming the door up against the wall and waking Draco up.
"Father? Is there something wrong?" Draco asked sleepily. He was not used to seeing his father in this condition. He had always been the perfect little boy, eager to please his wizarding family. His father had never before shown him his anger or evilness. Lucius' wand hand raised up just before Draco blacked out.
The cold, dank floor was what awoke Draco, what had to be days later. His stomach was rumbling and walls around him were not the walls of his room. He looked around, barely recognizing the dungeons that he only seen because he accidentally wondered down to once. His arm hurt so very badly and his head felt like it had a hole in the side of it. He noticed the dried blood surrounding his body. 'What happened?' he wondered to himself. He tried to stand, but couldn't. He knew something bad had happened, but he couldn't figure out what.
A few hours later, as he lie crying on the hard floor, his mother finally came and found him.
"Draco, you're awake," she stated.
"Yes, mother, what happened? The last thing I remember is playing on my broom. Then I woke up here, and I'm in an awful lot of pain," he asked as he cried more tears.
"You don't remember anything?" She thought he would at least remember a little. Lucius said he had stayed conscious for most of the punishment.
"No, mother. I don't remember anything. This happens so often, and I can never remember where this bruise came from of where I got that toy, or little things like that. Can you tell me what's wrong?" Draco pleaded. He hated losing these small parts of his life and didn't think he could bare it anymore.
"Draco, maybe we should get you to the mediwizard. They may be able to help you with your blackouts and they'll be able to heal your injuries." Narcissa motioned for Draco to stand, which he did, as he suppressed his pain. He knew Malfoy's didn't show pain.
The mediwizard did heal Draco's injuries and told him to start writing in a magical journal that would document his blackouts.
A/N--Review now! Is it good enough to keep up with the movie? Will my ideas hold up to the standards of both the movie and the books? Again, I'm not doing an exact parody, just using the idea to make a Ginny/Draco story. Well, I hope everyone likes it and I'll soon be updating again.
A/N I don't know what wizarding families do with their children until they're sent to Hogwarts' so I'm going to make a wizard elementary school, just for daycare and social reasons. And this chapter isn't going to be exactly like the movie. I'm just setting up the flashbacks and things. There isn't going to be a child porn scene or anything like that. It's just going introduce the problem.
Chapter Two: Age seven
A tall, blond woman was watching the house elves clean out the prestigious Malfoy fireplace. It had gotten filthy over the past few weeks, and she just couldn't let her precious Draco step foot in it. He was her only child, the only heir to the Malfoy fortune. It wouldn't do to go getting him all dirty.
"Mother, is Father coming with us this time?" an adorably angelic looking seven year old asked, stepping closer to the fireplace.
"No, Draco, dearest. Father can't leave, remember? He has much more important issues to deal with." His mother patted him on the head, and he looked up at her.
"Why not? Other kids have parents there. That Weasley boy's father is always about. And so is Pansy's. Why can't my father visit just this once?" He winced as her affection was quickly withdrawn.
"He just can't Draco. Stop asking such ridiculous questions and floo to school. You're going to be late, and Malfoy's do not accept tardiness." She reached him the floo powder and he climbed into the fireplace. With a call of "Little Wizard's Academy" he was gone. A few seconds later, the principal's head appeared in the fireplace.
"Excuse me? Mrs. Malfoy? Are you there?" she asked, looking around.
"Why, yes, Principal Crane. How are you? I can't really talk, I have guests visiting momentarily. I'm so sorry." Narcissa Malfoy had many better things to do than talk to an elementary school principal.
"No, please, Mrs. Malfoy, could you floo here immediately?" The principal looked very worried. "I believe you may want to see this."
"Well, can't I just see it at Parent-teacher night? It's just tonight."
"No, I think you might want to see this before the rest of the parents get here tonight."
"Well, alright."
Narcissa was soon standing in Draco's classroom, staring at a drawing he had done. Her mouth was wide open and she knew it looked very unbecoming for a Malfoy, but she couldn't believe what she was seeing on a paper her own son had done.
The drawing consisted of blood and gore, and bodies piled up below the feet of a wizard who bore a strange resemblance to that of her husband and son. The wizard was pointing his wand up to the sky where the Dark Mark glowing in a dark green color. Across the top of the drawing were the words "What I Want to Be When I Grow Up."
Narcissa looked at the teacher and back to her son, sitting quietly across from the Weasley boy, glaring unhappily.
"Can I keep this? I'm sure my husband would like to see it, too," she finally found her voice. She had no intention of showing this to her husband. Although it would show promise for the heir, it would also be considered a danger to have him drawing things like this, and he would be punished. She planned to destroy it as soon as she got home.
"Of course, Mrs. Malfoy. I think you should also meet with a friend of mine. He's a very good wizarding psychologist." The teacher continued talking for a while about the wonders of this man, but she had tuned out.
She returned home to a house full of women wondering where she was. She explained that she was having a private meeting with Draco's teacher, because he had such exceptional talent and showed very early ability. All the ladies Oohed and awed. They went on with their planned business and Narcissa's tardiness was forgotten.
That night, though, as she lay waiting for Lucius to join her, she realized that she forgot to get the drawing. She wondered if it was too late, but was given her answer when the tall, blond haired man walked in, looking extremely serious.
"Narcissa. What is this?" He threw the drawing down on the bed.
"It's a drawing, Husband. Your son drew it." She had to put a less than motherly act.
"My son drew this? When? Where? How? We don't own such childish things as crayons!"
"He drew them in school, Lucius."
"School?! Doesn't he have class with the Muggle-lover's son and daughter?" he bellowed unhappily.
"The son, yes. The daughter is a year younger."
"He drew this in the presence of the Weasley boy?!" he bellowed again.
"Yes, Lucius. He did." She was dying inside for the pain her little boy would be in soon, but she couldn't do anything about it. Lucius swept out the door.
Draco was already in bed. Even little wizards must have bedtimes. He had played with his Little Wiz's Mini Broom all day and was tuckered out by 8. Lucius stormed into the angelic little boy's room, slamming the door up against the wall and waking Draco up.
"Father? Is there something wrong?" Draco asked sleepily. He was not used to seeing his father in this condition. He had always been the perfect little boy, eager to please his wizarding family. His father had never before shown him his anger or evilness. Lucius' wand hand raised up just before Draco blacked out.
The cold, dank floor was what awoke Draco, what had to be days later. His stomach was rumbling and walls around him were not the walls of his room. He looked around, barely recognizing the dungeons that he only seen because he accidentally wondered down to once. His arm hurt so very badly and his head felt like it had a hole in the side of it. He noticed the dried blood surrounding his body. 'What happened?' he wondered to himself. He tried to stand, but couldn't. He knew something bad had happened, but he couldn't figure out what.
A few hours later, as he lie crying on the hard floor, his mother finally came and found him.
"Draco, you're awake," she stated.
"Yes, mother, what happened? The last thing I remember is playing on my broom. Then I woke up here, and I'm in an awful lot of pain," he asked as he cried more tears.
"You don't remember anything?" She thought he would at least remember a little. Lucius said he had stayed conscious for most of the punishment.
"No, mother. I don't remember anything. This happens so often, and I can never remember where this bruise came from of where I got that toy, or little things like that. Can you tell me what's wrong?" Draco pleaded. He hated losing these small parts of his life and didn't think he could bare it anymore.
"Draco, maybe we should get you to the mediwizard. They may be able to help you with your blackouts and they'll be able to heal your injuries." Narcissa motioned for Draco to stand, which he did, as he suppressed his pain. He knew Malfoy's didn't show pain.
The mediwizard did heal Draco's injuries and told him to start writing in a magical journal that would document his blackouts.
A/N--Review now! Is it good enough to keep up with the movie? Will my ideas hold up to the standards of both the movie and the books? Again, I'm not doing an exact parody, just using the idea to make a Ginny/Draco story. Well, I hope everyone likes it and I'll soon be updating again.