Authors Notes: Cookies first. And the winners are: charlina! And Aeris-
chan. The quote was 'Well that's interesting' not a fantastic line I know
but I couldn't see Narsissa saying 'Like pain? Try wearing a corset' hehe.
Sorry about the fact that this chapter has taken forever and a day to churn out. But I blame it on the lack of inspiration and overload of work that comes with higher education.
Well it's done now and read so enjoy. Oh and I don't own any of the characters.
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The day had ended and it was almost midnight, Draco was looking at the ceiling of his four poster bed with canopy, it'd taken him a short time to appear calm but only now, many hours later, could he think about the events and not freak out.
* Flashback *
He'd hidden behind boxes labelled family documents. He remembered thinking that people just didn't come back to life from dust and pieces of jewellery; people didn't come back at all. Well the Dark Lord had but that was with ancient dark magic and father had said all that he'd gotten was a new body and that the Dark Lord hadn't died. But that was beside the point. Also he was used to ghosts but this one hadn't been even the slightest bit transparent. He assumed it was a ghost; it had walked through the door.
His mind was trying to make sense of it all. If father had been here he would have cursed the thing person whatever and explained it to him simply. Saying whether he needed to be worried or needed to curse it. Whether it was with the Dark Lord or against him.
He'd peered out from behind the box and was glad to see that the man had gone. He felt alone and just wanted his father around again. 'Bloody Potter' He thought, only to be interrupted by his mother calling.
"Draco! Draco where are you?" "Over here mother" he called out, moving out from behind the box enough for her to see him. "Oh Draco. I'm glad you are okay. Come on, lets get you down into the dining room and we'll have some food and we can work out what or whoever that person was.
Hi mother was fussing again, she had taken his hand and was leading him, he let her at first, and it was the first time he'd really thought about the. Man. Sure he'd grown up knowing about ghosts, you could see Peeves pretty clearly some days. But, you couldn't even faintly see through whoever it was. Yet they'd gone right through the door.
He shook his head and pulled his arm away from his mother who was holding onto it like it'd run away if she let go, and walked down the stairs on his own. His mother was pale faced, even more so than usual. Draco could only assume that he himself was also pale faced.
They'd sat down and she'd managed to get the story out of him, about the jewellery and how the man had said things and then through the door. Draco was then presented with some light snacks to eat to help calm his nerves. Despite the fact that he was the embodiment of calmness but his mother knew better. He was still shaken by the events, that had happened.
*End Flashback *
Draco rolled over and looked at another black drape. Whoever it was hadn't come back after he'd left. And hopefully he wouldn't come back. But Draco had a feeling that he would.
Draco sighed and rolled over and onto his back again, he doubted if he was going to sleep tonight.
"Boo!" Draco shot up and looked at the drapes, or would have if that man hadn't been standing in front of them. Draco shuffled backwards and hit the headboard; he couldn't go back any further.
"Guess what. I'm back" the man said cheerfully and leant back and fell through the drapes. "Bloody hell!" He shouted and then stepped back through it again. "This will take some getting used to."
Draco, finally gathering his thoughts, looked right at the man. "I thought that you'd left. Gone and weren't coming back."
"Yeah, that's right kid. I did. But, got to the edge of London and suddenly found myself in your attic." The man complained.
"WHAT!" Draco yelled, what the man had just said could possibly mean only one thing and he hoped it wasn't what he thought it was.
"Looks like I'm stuck haunting you kiddo."
Draco groaned. "Who are you?" He demanded, the man was annoying him and he just wanted some sleep. And Draco suddenly realised that this thoughts about not getting any sleep earlier were spot on.
"Names Spike. What's yours kid."
Draco thought about it for a few moments and then answered truthfully. No point in lying to a ghost, he'd find out eventually anyway. "Draco, Draco Malfoy."
The man nodded and then looked thoughtful. "So you're that kid on the bottom of that giant piece of paper in the dining room?" Spike asked. Draco nodded. "Why?" Draco asked, wanting to know. "You ever looked at that thing. I mean followed it back and watched the changes? Ever really looked hard at it?" Draco shrugged. "I've looked at it. After all I'm part of it." He stated, leaning forward some. He suddenly realised that if he was a ghost then he couldn't directly hurt him. And his wand was within reaching distance; he had seeker reflexes and wouldn't or shouldn't be in danger.
"Well then kid. Tomorrow, take a good long look at it and you'll see a change and a difference. When you notice it. Give me a call." Spike said and then walked through the drapes, Draco looked through them and saw Spike walk through his bedroom door.
Sitting back on his bed, tucked up in the sheets, Draco wondered what it was that Spike had been on about, what did he know. Had he been a part of the family? Was he on the tapestry?
Draco didn't know. But he would certainly find out first thing in the morning, after breakfast. But for now. He just wanted some sleep.
Draco curled up under the covers and rolled over a few times.
It was gone midnight by the time he fell asleep.
Sorry about the fact that this chapter has taken forever and a day to churn out. But I blame it on the lack of inspiration and overload of work that comes with higher education.
Well it's done now and read so enjoy. Oh and I don't own any of the characters.
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The day had ended and it was almost midnight, Draco was looking at the ceiling of his four poster bed with canopy, it'd taken him a short time to appear calm but only now, many hours later, could he think about the events and not freak out.
* Flashback *
He'd hidden behind boxes labelled family documents. He remembered thinking that people just didn't come back to life from dust and pieces of jewellery; people didn't come back at all. Well the Dark Lord had but that was with ancient dark magic and father had said all that he'd gotten was a new body and that the Dark Lord hadn't died. But that was beside the point. Also he was used to ghosts but this one hadn't been even the slightest bit transparent. He assumed it was a ghost; it had walked through the door.
His mind was trying to make sense of it all. If father had been here he would have cursed the thing person whatever and explained it to him simply. Saying whether he needed to be worried or needed to curse it. Whether it was with the Dark Lord or against him.
He'd peered out from behind the box and was glad to see that the man had gone. He felt alone and just wanted his father around again. 'Bloody Potter' He thought, only to be interrupted by his mother calling.
"Draco! Draco where are you?" "Over here mother" he called out, moving out from behind the box enough for her to see him. "Oh Draco. I'm glad you are okay. Come on, lets get you down into the dining room and we'll have some food and we can work out what or whoever that person was.
Hi mother was fussing again, she had taken his hand and was leading him, he let her at first, and it was the first time he'd really thought about the. Man. Sure he'd grown up knowing about ghosts, you could see Peeves pretty clearly some days. But, you couldn't even faintly see through whoever it was. Yet they'd gone right through the door.
He shook his head and pulled his arm away from his mother who was holding onto it like it'd run away if she let go, and walked down the stairs on his own. His mother was pale faced, even more so than usual. Draco could only assume that he himself was also pale faced.
They'd sat down and she'd managed to get the story out of him, about the jewellery and how the man had said things and then through the door. Draco was then presented with some light snacks to eat to help calm his nerves. Despite the fact that he was the embodiment of calmness but his mother knew better. He was still shaken by the events, that had happened.
*End Flashback *
Draco rolled over and looked at another black drape. Whoever it was hadn't come back after he'd left. And hopefully he wouldn't come back. But Draco had a feeling that he would.
Draco sighed and rolled over and onto his back again, he doubted if he was going to sleep tonight.
"Boo!" Draco shot up and looked at the drapes, or would have if that man hadn't been standing in front of them. Draco shuffled backwards and hit the headboard; he couldn't go back any further.
"Guess what. I'm back" the man said cheerfully and leant back and fell through the drapes. "Bloody hell!" He shouted and then stepped back through it again. "This will take some getting used to."
Draco, finally gathering his thoughts, looked right at the man. "I thought that you'd left. Gone and weren't coming back."
"Yeah, that's right kid. I did. But, got to the edge of London and suddenly found myself in your attic." The man complained.
"WHAT!" Draco yelled, what the man had just said could possibly mean only one thing and he hoped it wasn't what he thought it was.
"Looks like I'm stuck haunting you kiddo."
Draco groaned. "Who are you?" He demanded, the man was annoying him and he just wanted some sleep. And Draco suddenly realised that this thoughts about not getting any sleep earlier were spot on.
"Names Spike. What's yours kid."
Draco thought about it for a few moments and then answered truthfully. No point in lying to a ghost, he'd find out eventually anyway. "Draco, Draco Malfoy."
The man nodded and then looked thoughtful. "So you're that kid on the bottom of that giant piece of paper in the dining room?" Spike asked. Draco nodded. "Why?" Draco asked, wanting to know. "You ever looked at that thing. I mean followed it back and watched the changes? Ever really looked hard at it?" Draco shrugged. "I've looked at it. After all I'm part of it." He stated, leaning forward some. He suddenly realised that if he was a ghost then he couldn't directly hurt him. And his wand was within reaching distance; he had seeker reflexes and wouldn't or shouldn't be in danger.
"Well then kid. Tomorrow, take a good long look at it and you'll see a change and a difference. When you notice it. Give me a call." Spike said and then walked through the drapes, Draco looked through them and saw Spike walk through his bedroom door.
Sitting back on his bed, tucked up in the sheets, Draco wondered what it was that Spike had been on about, what did he know. Had he been a part of the family? Was he on the tapestry?
Draco didn't know. But he would certainly find out first thing in the morning, after breakfast. But for now. He just wanted some sleep.
Draco curled up under the covers and rolled over a few times.
It was gone midnight by the time he fell asleep.