Padma stood in the white room, rubbing her eyes. The brightness of the room almost blinded her. What happened? There was nothing going on. This is his memory? No wonder people call him cold and heartless. He has nothing stored inside his heart and mind. Then suddenly she notices a small spot in the white wall that started to expand and grow. It grew and grew until it was a size of an IMAX theater. Padma watched, amazed and enthralled.
It was a house, no, not a house, a mansion and a huge one at that. It was a dark and gloomy place, covered with gravel and no gardens. There was a fountain, but it was of an evil-looking vampire. His eyes seemed to bore into Padma's head and she quickly looked away. This was his home? No wonder why he looked so malicious all the time.
Padma noticed a movement to her left. It was a tiny boy with slicked-back blond hair and icy grey eyes. It was Draco, of course, who else would it be? He was heading towards the house, looking over his shoulder constantly as if someone was following. He was also limping a bit. Padma followed him inside. The internal part of the house was as dark and depressing as the external. Malfoy rushed up the main stairways and hurried to his room. Padma followed.
His room was large, majestic, and yet again, gloomy. It was green and black with only one window and a thick black curtain was drawn. The room had torches, magically lit of course, on the opposite sides of the walls. Padma watched as the young panicked boy spread something on his bed. It was colorful and she smelled something sweet, like candy, like Snickers or Crunch. He looked pleased. He started to stuff them in his mouth, taking bunch rather than taking it one by one.
While he was devouring the candy, Padma saw that a door opened from a wall. It was a hidden door, so well hidden, one could barely see the outline of the door. His father entered the room, holding something, and from her instincts, she could tell it wasn't something good. Padma was amazed at the similarities that both father and son had in their looks.
"Draco, my dear son, are you enjoying yourself?" His father said coldly, with no hint of concern or care.
Draco stiffened his back and dropped the candy that had been wrapped around his hands.
"Father, I didn't realize you would be back so soon" He answered in a small voice
"No, of course not son. Do you realize that you have disobeyed me?"
"Yes, but I only wanted candy, Blaise was talking about how good they were and I just wanted to try-"
"I don't care, you left the house, and what is worse, you bought mudblood's candy. How dare you put that impure filth in your body?"
"I'm sorry father, I promise to never do that again"
"Well, sorry isn't enough, is it Draco? Kindly remove your shirt…now."
Draco started to tremble violently and straightened to remove his shirt. Padma gasped at what she saw. The boy's pale body was full of scars, some of them still fresh and bleeding. She looked at his father, hoping to see some kind of concern some kind of compassion on his face, but instead, he looked like a little child about to get something wonderful.
"Stand against that wall."
Draco went there slowly, still trembling, his breaths coming out in short, panicked gasps.
His father revealed a whip that had sharp metal tips. He raised his arms.
Padma wanted to protect him and she was just about to when she realized that she was being pulled away from them. The only thing she heard were painful screams from Draco.
She was back in the white room. Padma was shocked and saddened. No one deserved to be treated that way, not even Malfoy. All that, and just for eating muggle candy? That was cruel and totally unwarranted.
She then saw something else, another image moving and growing. She watched, afraid of what was coming.
She was in Draco's library. It was a regal room, almost as big as the Hogwarts Library. It was decorated in deep green and black, and bits of silver around the place. Draco was sitting on a plush, luxurious loveseat, concentrating deeply on the book that he was poring over. Padma took the time to look at him. This must have been last year or something because he doesn't look any different then than he does now. His hair wasn't slicked back anymore, it hung down, messy, but framed his face well.
Somebody entered the room, it was his mother, Narcissa.
"Draco, your father is looking for you." She said to Draco, no emotion present in her voice.
"Why?" He replied, without looking at his mother.
"I think it has something to do with the initiation coming up soon."
Draco looked up with disgust in his eyes. The initiation?
"Fine, I'll talk to father dearest"
Draco unwillingly got up from his chair and set his book back in the appropriate place. He walked down the long, dark hallway.
His father met him in the Study.
"Son, you have reached that age when you are ready to be initiated in the Dark Lord's circle. Before the initiation, you will have to attend numerous meeting, just as a formality. Tomorrow will be the first, dress decent, black. And if you do anything against my orders and find a way to embarrass me, you can certainly look forward to something…special later at the house. Understood?"
"Yes, Father. But I have decided something."
His father looked at him, his eyes clouding over, his rage starting to surface.
"What is that, Draco?"
"I'm not going to serve the Dark Lord. I don't want to be intiated."
His father laughed mirthlessly.
"I'm afraid you have no choice."
"I'm not going to do it, that's it, it's my final decision."
Draco turned around and started to exit the Study when he felt white hot daggers poking at his bone. He turned around and saw his father whispering Crucious to him, pointing at him his black wand.
Draco skirmed and twisted, but he let out no scream or agony, he won't let his father win. He dropped to the floor and was seizing around. Padma stood there, watching helplessly.
What was wrong with his father, he has no soul, no conscience?
Padma was being pulled back into the white room, she then was being pulled back into reality.
Draco and Padma woke up, startled. Draco looked into her wide, terrorized eyes, and gave her a sad smile.
"Do you like what you see?" He said to her.
The bell rang, and Draco was out of that room, faster than anyone else.
It was a house, no, not a house, a mansion and a huge one at that. It was a dark and gloomy place, covered with gravel and no gardens. There was a fountain, but it was of an evil-looking vampire. His eyes seemed to bore into Padma's head and she quickly looked away. This was his home? No wonder why he looked so malicious all the time.
Padma noticed a movement to her left. It was a tiny boy with slicked-back blond hair and icy grey eyes. It was Draco, of course, who else would it be? He was heading towards the house, looking over his shoulder constantly as if someone was following. He was also limping a bit. Padma followed him inside. The internal part of the house was as dark and depressing as the external. Malfoy rushed up the main stairways and hurried to his room. Padma followed.
His room was large, majestic, and yet again, gloomy. It was green and black with only one window and a thick black curtain was drawn. The room had torches, magically lit of course, on the opposite sides of the walls. Padma watched as the young panicked boy spread something on his bed. It was colorful and she smelled something sweet, like candy, like Snickers or Crunch. He looked pleased. He started to stuff them in his mouth, taking bunch rather than taking it one by one.
While he was devouring the candy, Padma saw that a door opened from a wall. It was a hidden door, so well hidden, one could barely see the outline of the door. His father entered the room, holding something, and from her instincts, she could tell it wasn't something good. Padma was amazed at the similarities that both father and son had in their looks.
"Draco, my dear son, are you enjoying yourself?" His father said coldly, with no hint of concern or care.
Draco stiffened his back and dropped the candy that had been wrapped around his hands.
"Father, I didn't realize you would be back so soon" He answered in a small voice
"No, of course not son. Do you realize that you have disobeyed me?"
"Yes, but I only wanted candy, Blaise was talking about how good they were and I just wanted to try-"
"I don't care, you left the house, and what is worse, you bought mudblood's candy. How dare you put that impure filth in your body?"
"I'm sorry father, I promise to never do that again"
"Well, sorry isn't enough, is it Draco? Kindly remove your shirt…now."
Draco started to tremble violently and straightened to remove his shirt. Padma gasped at what she saw. The boy's pale body was full of scars, some of them still fresh and bleeding. She looked at his father, hoping to see some kind of concern some kind of compassion on his face, but instead, he looked like a little child about to get something wonderful.
"Stand against that wall."
Draco went there slowly, still trembling, his breaths coming out in short, panicked gasps.
His father revealed a whip that had sharp metal tips. He raised his arms.
Padma wanted to protect him and she was just about to when she realized that she was being pulled away from them. The only thing she heard were painful screams from Draco.
She was back in the white room. Padma was shocked and saddened. No one deserved to be treated that way, not even Malfoy. All that, and just for eating muggle candy? That was cruel and totally unwarranted.
She then saw something else, another image moving and growing. She watched, afraid of what was coming.
She was in Draco's library. It was a regal room, almost as big as the Hogwarts Library. It was decorated in deep green and black, and bits of silver around the place. Draco was sitting on a plush, luxurious loveseat, concentrating deeply on the book that he was poring over. Padma took the time to look at him. This must have been last year or something because he doesn't look any different then than he does now. His hair wasn't slicked back anymore, it hung down, messy, but framed his face well.
Somebody entered the room, it was his mother, Narcissa.
"Draco, your father is looking for you." She said to Draco, no emotion present in her voice.
"Why?" He replied, without looking at his mother.
"I think it has something to do with the initiation coming up soon."
Draco looked up with disgust in his eyes. The initiation?
"Fine, I'll talk to father dearest"
Draco unwillingly got up from his chair and set his book back in the appropriate place. He walked down the long, dark hallway.
His father met him in the Study.
"Son, you have reached that age when you are ready to be initiated in the Dark Lord's circle. Before the initiation, you will have to attend numerous meeting, just as a formality. Tomorrow will be the first, dress decent, black. And if you do anything against my orders and find a way to embarrass me, you can certainly look forward to something…special later at the house. Understood?"
"Yes, Father. But I have decided something."
His father looked at him, his eyes clouding over, his rage starting to surface.
"What is that, Draco?"
"I'm not going to serve the Dark Lord. I don't want to be intiated."
His father laughed mirthlessly.
"I'm afraid you have no choice."
"I'm not going to do it, that's it, it's my final decision."
Draco turned around and started to exit the Study when he felt white hot daggers poking at his bone. He turned around and saw his father whispering Crucious to him, pointing at him his black wand.
Draco skirmed and twisted, but he let out no scream or agony, he won't let his father win. He dropped to the floor and was seizing around. Padma stood there, watching helplessly.
What was wrong with his father, he has no soul, no conscience?
Padma was being pulled back into the white room, she then was being pulled back into reality.
Draco and Padma woke up, startled. Draco looked into her wide, terrorized eyes, and gave her a sad smile.
"Do you like what you see?" He said to her.
The bell rang, and Draco was out of that room, faster than anyone else.