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Chapter One: Trouble in The Great Hall
So clearly…Draco remembered the horrible incident so clearly. He spit out the remaining blood he tasted from before, and shut his eyes. The memory…it was so clear…so clear…
"Gryffindor!" The Sorting Hat had exclaimed, revealing the House who the last
student that was in First Year belonged to.
"Damn, another one…" Pansy grumbled under her breath, bringing her eyes to the
table. Immediately, she whipped her head toward the boy who sat across from
her. "What do you think about that, Draco?"
The blonde boy looked up to her, his eyes almost glazed over. "About what?"
"Gryffindor! That girl was just sorted into Gryffindor! You always have
something to say when some First Year gets sorted into that stupid House. And
yet, during this whole Sorting, you haven't said a word…to anyone. Not even
when we got a new student…"
"Yeah. Just what is wrong with you, mate?" Crabbe asked.
"Nothing…" Draco muttered.
"Right, right…" Goyle had rolled his eyes.
"Shut up. Look, I just think it's not worth it to get all worked up about
another Gryffindor coming to the school. As you do know, they will eventually
get new additions. They do every year, if you haven't noticed…" Draco said
sarcastically. "And what will a new Gryffindor do to us Slytherins? New flash:
we're in our sixth year; they're in their first. I bet we won't even talk to
them."
"Yeah, but that new Gryffindor could be another Harry Potter. You know, getting
all the damn House Points and winning every Quidditch match." Pansy pointed
out, disgusted.
"As long as the original is here, there's no other Gryffindor wizard that's
going to be as good as him…" Draco whispered, almost sadly. The three turned
their heads and eyes toward Draco. They couldn't believe what he just said. Did
Draco Malfoy just admit that Harry Potter was a good wizard? No way…something
was wrong…
"Draco…are you…okay?" Pansy asked him softly. Draco's heart skipped a beat. It
was then he realized: he had let his guard down. Again. How could he be so
stupid? They would know for sure that something was wrong. Perhaps him trying
to change was what they thought was wrong. But to Draco, it wasn't. Or at least
at this moment it wasn't wrong.
"Yeah…all I'm saying is…" Draco began, taking the time to look at his fellow
classmates. "All I'm saying is…if there is another Harry Potter, um, well…I'll
make sure to kill him first. We definitely don't need another bloke on our
hands…especially one like Potter…" He added with disgust. Goyle and Crabbe
began snickering as Pansy let out a high-pitched giggle. Draco tried to laugh
and smile with his friends, but he couldn't. He just looked to the table. But
at least he accomplished one thing: he was able to conceal the fact that he was
changing…that he wasn't all that of a mean, nasty asshole as everyone thought
he was…but, sadly, only he knew that.
"…And let the feast begin…" Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts,
shouted. Draco's head snapped toward the kind, old man, whose blue eyes were
gleaming and white beard hung flowingly. Draco didn't even realize that he was
talking. Yet, Draco shrugged it off, knowing that it was only his 'beginning of
the year' speech he gave annually. He turned his head toward the food that had
magically been put before him, but snuck his gaze at the Gryffindor table.
There, he managed to take a glimpse of Hermione Granger, as she entertained
Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, and Ronald Weasley.
'They have it so good.' Draco thought to himself. 'One day, they'll get theirs…'
Draco continued to stare at Hermione, but realized he was staring too long. His
eyes grew glazed over and he didn't see the red-haired, blue-eyed boy nudge
Hermione's shoulder and nod his head toward the Slytherin table. Hermione,
looking to see what Ron had pointed out, saw that Draco was staring at her. She
cocked her head to the side, her eyes full of hatred and anger, showed a
'What-the-Hell-are-You-Looking-At' look, and gave him the finger.
Immediately, Draco responded by returning the finger and mouthing, "Filthy
Mudblood…" All of a sudden, he felt what seemed like a cane hit his right
shoulder.
"Son…" the word escaped a man's lips. Draco's heart began racing, fearing who
stood behind him. Yet, his thoughts were confirmed as Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy
sat there, wide-eyed. Even a couple of Slytherins sat at the table, staring at
who was behind Draco. He stole a glance across the table and saw Harry,
Hermione, and Ron staring also at who was behind him, wide-eyed and
disbelieving. Some Gryffindors were even pointing. Draco was afraid to see who
stood there. He saw at the corner of his eye Professor Dumbledore and
McGonagall stand up, along with Professor Snape, at the teacher's table.
"Get up…" the man grunted. And before Draco could even turn around to look at
who it was, the man grabbed a hold of the back of his Slytherin robes and
yanked him to his feet. Half being dragged by the man, Draco managed to
awkwardly get to the other side of the bench. The voices in the room started to
come down to a whisper and all stares were on Draco and the man behind him.
Still unable to see his face, Draco felt himself being pushed forward. He
winced as the pain was felt in his neck, the man gripped a firm hold on it and
using it to steer the young man to the Great Hall doors. Faces turned and
whirled by as Draco and the man began to grow closer and closer to the doors.
Many couldn't believe what they had seen. Everyone last year read the papers.
Everyone knew what had happened at the Ministry of Magic. And many were now in
awe at that fact that this man had escaped from Azkaban…Lucius Malfoy had
escaped.
"Lucius, stop!" Professor McGonagall called, her green eyes frantic and her
brown hair blowing back as she raced toward the two, her velvet, green robes
flying.
As Draco and his father neared the back of the Great Hall, the two big,
wooden-oak doors opened and there stood two other Death Eaters.
"Silence her!" Lucius screamed.
"Draco, no! Lucius, sto-" Professor McGonagall started, but was immediately
quieted as a blue spark erupted from one of the Death Eater's wands and hit the
woman in the mouth. The Dark Art Silencing Charm was quick to work, and
Professor McGonagall stopped running, grabbing at her throat. For some odd
reason, a strong stinging sensation began to fill her throat. Tears were
brought to her eyes, as she wailed silent screams. Professor Dumbledore and
Snape also stopped, trying to revive her voice, and lessen the pain. Draco's
heart sunk, as he knew that now no one was running after him…no one was trying
to save him…
Draco and his father already turned to the left and were now heading toward the
doors. Draco didn't want to disappear with his father and those two other Death
Eaters. He was afraid…deathly afraid. Just as Lucius and Draco were in front of
the doors, Draco turned to the left quickly and broke out of his father's
grasp. He started to jet fast down the aisle as heads whirled to see Draco
running. Yet, it wasn't good enough.
"Petrificus Totalus…" His father grumbled calmly. To Draco's and everyone's
horror, they saw Draco's body become rigid and he fell flat to the ground. As
his head connected with the tiles, blood squirted out of his mouth from the
impact. Draco's vision began to get blurry, as his skull seemed to weaken from
the hit. "Mobilicorpus…" His father said again, and Draco's body whisked down
the floor, toward his father and the two Death Eaters. He managed to turn
around so he was facing the ceiling, and he sat up, helpless.
"Lucius!" Draco heard the familiar voice of Professor McGonagall, as she began
to run again, along with Professor Dumbledore and Snape, the revival complete.
Draco continued to squirm, but it was no use. His father held him in such a
tight grasp; Draco knew it was worthless. Draco looked up to see his father,
pointing his wand at his son, as the two Death Eaters stood on either side of
the doors, pushing it open. He saw himself slide out of the Great Hall
entrance, and the Death Eaters shut the doors. Draco was gone.
The students
on the other side began to look at each other wildly, and some whispering and
murmuring began. Some began to giggle, like those of the Gryffindor House,
happy that Draco Malfoy finally got what he deserved. Some began to talk
fearfully, like those belonging to the Slytherin House. Professor McGonagall,
Dumbledore, and Snape whisked over to the Great Hall's doors, and began to
furiously pound on them. They tried the doorknob, but it was locked.
"Draco!" He
could hear his name being called from the other side of the door. Draco looked
up fearfully and saw the three Death Eaters peering down at him.
"What, son?
You leave the house with no note?" Lucius asked snidely.
"Yeah, well…"
Draco shrugged. Big mistake. Lucius held out his wand and screamed some sort of
charm. Within seconds, Draco felt himself shoot off of the ground, and flew
back into the doors. Everyone in the Great Hall shrieked slightly as they heard
a gigantic THUD, and the doors moved back slightly. Someone had just flown into
the locked doors.
Draco
couldn't catch his breath. Here he was, six feet off the ground, being held up
by his father. Draco began coughing and spit: blood hit the ground.
"Shut up. I
have come here for you…you need to come back with me…" Lucius calmly remarked.
"Why?" Draco
muttered.
Another giant
thud was heard from the doors as Lucius threw his son again into them. More
shrieks were heard from the Great Hall. And once more, Draco could hear his
name being helplessly called by Professor McGonagall.
"Do not
question me! A witch and wizard killed several Death Eaters, two whom were
extremely great workers for the Dark Lord, this morning. Do not ask why or how!
They just did; unfortunate events took place" He paused. "Which is where you
come in, son. We need you to come with us and help us…replace one of the Death
Eaters who were murdered today." Lucius explained.
"Me?" Draco
answered feebly, still being hung in the air helplessly.
"Yes, you!"
His father screamed. " You're a Malfoy! It's time, son, to join our forces. The
Dark Lord has been awaiting your service. I shall prolong this no longer! We
have a large task to accomplish, and it is time for you to offer your servitude
to The Dark Lord. No more lingering! And I swear to you Draco, if you come with
me, I'll…I'll forgive you for what you have said about me…" Lucius said rudely,
referring to the black book.
Draco's gray
eyes narrowed down to his father. He couldn't believe what his father had JUST
SAID! 'Forgive ME? You're going to forgive me? After WHAT YOU DID TO ME?' Draco
thought in his head.
He was simply
outraged. HOW DARE his father say that to him…his father ALMOST KILLED HIM!
Draco's mind was running with different thoughts. He couldn't believe his
father was making him become a Death Eater now! It was only the start of sixth
term! He couldn't take this anymore. He was scared to death of his father, no
doubt about that. But what his father had just said…no, that was going too far.
He had crossed the line. Draco wanted to scream at his father. He wanted to
tell him off so badly…why shouldn't he? This was the end anyways- Draco was, in
no way, going with his father…no way…
"FORGIVE ME? FORGIVE ME, YOU ARSEHOLE?" Draco said, a new fortitude building up inside of him. "I should be the one forgiving YOU! You almost KILLED ME! You DID- in my own HOUSE! How DARE you say that YOU should forgive ME! I can't BELIEVE YOU! And, no…there is no way IN BLOODY HELL that I will go with you…that I'd go, replace a Death Eater, and serve the Dark Lord! I just STARTED sixth year! NO! And if you…" Draco almost started, but his oxygen supply was cut off.
Draco began to choke, as he felt an invisible wrap around his neck. It was
Lucius…and with his wizarding powers, choking his son. He would have done so
earlier, just to shut him up. But the fact that Draco actually exploded at his
father: he had never done that before. Lucius sensed a new found courage as his
son continued to scream at him. Of course, Lucius couldn't allow that to
happen.
"Then you
leave me no choice…" Lucius merely said in a low voice. With his wand extended
to his son, he cried out, "Crucio!"
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