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Chapter 4
Draco sat in the newly transformed interrogation room also known as the parlor. Several ministry aurors had been interrogating him on shifts for several hours.
"For the last time, I do not know anything about some stupid scroll, I've never even heard of it, No I have no idea of any of Voldemort's relics hidden around here", Draco's face was the perfect picture of exhaustion. The aurors merely rolled their eyes. Agent Lindsey Cuohaighan looked at him warily.
"You do know Mr. Malfoy that if you do not comply we will not hesitate to have you put into custody with your father. We all know you would be such a happy family", she replied coldly.
Narcissa was being held by a few agents in the dining room. Earlier she had defensively pulled her wand on several of the aurors. The Ministry had received an anonymous tip that Malfoy Manor contained several Voldemort relics that may be of potential threat if gained back by Voldemort.
Things at the ministry had been tough. Cornelius Fudge had declared a state of emergency which allowed the aurors and the ministry certain liberties not allowed before. The raid on Malfoy Manor was a matter of personal significance to Lindsey; her family had been killed by Deatheaters when she was younger, one of them she recognized as being Lucius Malfoy. The stories of the manor were not exaggerated in its opulence.
Draco had luckily kicked the open compartment closed before the aurors had raided his father's study. He looked icily at the 8 aurors who were prodding throughout Malfoy manor for a supposed secret chamber.
His quiet night was now shattered into the first rays of dawn. The Daily Prophet was going to have a field day with this; he could already see the impending headlines "Malfoy Manor Raided!"
"What are you doing!!?" Draco looked towards the direction of two aurors carrying boxes of items. The taller of the aurors looked very shaggy and unkempt almost as if he hadn't showered for days.
"Standard protocol Mr. Malfoy, evidence is all, don't you fret", the auror calmly replied. The strain on Draco's face was quite apparent as the boxes filled with some of his father's favorite knick-knacks were carried out.
"What is the meaning of you people coming into my house, unannounced, being rude, taking items by which you are not entitled to, being rude to my mother, but most of all being the most intolerable group of piteous law enforcement I have ever had the misfortune to be around!", By now Draco's face was flushed red with anger with his nostrils flaring at his internal rage. Lesley looked at the indignant picture of the great heir to the Malfoy fortune and name angered in nothing but his black night pants and a robe.
"Mr. Malfoy, you are in no position to be criticizing the ministry, in fact we have every right to investigate and collect evidence where serious crimes are suspected. I'm sorry we don't run by your silly polite ways of arriving by invitation," she said matter of factly, "Now tell me, what were you doing rifling in your father's study at such an indecent hour when most good children would be fast asleep?"
"What were you doing in a person's house at an indecent hour when most women would be sleeping with their men?" Draco looked at her with an equally disdainful look, "Oh wait, considering your boorish personality and blatant lack of femininity I suppose you wouldn't be like most other women, even if my father did touch your family by the looks of it , it would hardly be a loss." he finished his statement rather coolly. By the stunned look on Ms. Cuohaighan's face the comment proved successful.
"You've gone too far Mr. Malfoy, you truly are as badly bred as you criminal father", she fumed, "You indignant little piece of shit, you come from a line of killers and I won't be happy until every last one of you is put away and received the Dementor's Kiss". Lindsey was now screeching, she turned on her heel and stormed out of Draco's presence. The emotions swirling under Draco's calm exterior were passionate; his thoughts were now drawn towards him coming from a line of killers and criminals.
"Alright, we've found nothing to be at alarm about at this time, but I assure you we will keep you on close watch and we will check in", the inspector declared, "Release Mrs. Malfoy". The aurors released Narcissa from her binding. She gathered her robes around her nearly naked body; after all they had stormed her room at an indecent hour. Draco walked towards his mother who was sickened by the entire experience.
"Are you alright, mom?" he asked.
"Not really, this is appalling, nothing is sacred, she replied. Nothing else could have summed it up better.
The last of the aurors finally filed out each with their own distinctive "pop" as they apparated out of Malfoy Manor. The rest of the morning went uneventfully as the house elves quickly cleaned the mess left by auror's search of the manor. Neither of them took any meals, it was too much for the remaining member's of the Malfoy family to bear.
"Purloined bearer of my flesh so far I thought I have come, broken wings.
Nighttime phantoms lay unheeded at my wake,
Blood of my ancestors, filthy.
A blanket of snow, hallowed words,
Nothing left but muttered dreams.
Escaped reality lies too far from me Silent tears never shed, Her heart is crying. I
He put the pen down and looked at the disheveled state of his room. At least his journal wasn't evidence. The oddest feeling washed over him, he had the urge to talk to Pansy. He pushed the journal aside and took a piece of parchment.
I/ Dear Pansy,
The aurors have come to my house. I can't stand it. I know I have no place to be asking this, but I need to see you. We must talk. As much as it grieves me to say this, I actually could use some comfort in a familiar face. But anyways, I want to find out more about this map because it bothers me. If you could meet me at Knockturn Alley on Saturday I would really appreciate it. I hope you are enjoying the horse dust on your cloak.
Sincerely,
Draco A. Malfoy I
Draco looked at the scrawled handwriting and wondered if he should send it. I sound desperate, he thought to himself. He went down to the Owlry. A great eagle owl was perched on its golden perch. "Hey Adonis," Draco scratched the owl right under his beak, "Take this to the Parkinson house." The owl affectionately nipped at Draco on his finger and flew off. The family had a slew of owls but Adonis was the favorite, he had received Adonis as his present for going to Hogwarts. Draco usually treated Adonis to snack mice that the house elves picked up from the owl emporium. He walked back into the house contemplating.
MALFOY MANOR RAIDED! Suspected Death Eater Activity! b Hermione read from the Daily Prophet.
I/ Friday August 18th, In the early hours of the morning Malfoy Manor was raided by aurors. Information about suspicious items formerly belonging to He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named came from an anonymous tip. Agents refuse to comment on the early morning raid. Inside sources reveal that several caches of evidence were taken from the manor. Residents of Haughton Glen, formerly known as Malfoy Park, comment on the incident. "Horrible people, the entire lot of them, My family has been here on this land for centuries and they're all the same, wouldn't be surprised neither, I see black hooded people up in that unholy place all the time", Comments Roger Lappet. Clearly the Malfoy family has come under much discretion and criticism since the early summer arrest of Lucius Malfoy. He leaves behind his 16 year old son Draco Malfoy and Wife Narcissa Malfoy (see our featured article Black Narcissus by Rita Skeeter for more information on a day in the life).
Hermione finished the article with a feeling of slight remorse for Draco, but it quickly faded. "Serves him right", Ron had said, "Nasty bugger that one is". The awkward moment from earlier was entirely ignored as if it never happened. Hermione knew what it felt like to have a horrible article written about her. It was never a good feeling.
Hermione turned the page to read Rita's article on Narcissa.
Rich food, lavish parties, endless days of spending, are nothing compared to the lackadaisical ways of the Wizarding worlds formerly most prominent socialite. Before she was even married she was known by the name of Narcissa Black. Early on in her life she was conditioned to preach and practice the hate of muggles and half-bloods alike. She is the sister of the well known Bellatrix Black Lestrange and Criminal Sirius Black. She grew up with a family well known for its elitist pure-blood ways; it was only natural that she married into the most well known family for muggle hating the illustrious Malfoy family. She met Lucius Malfoy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry through her sister. They got caught in a whirlwind romance at the peak of He-who-must-not-be-named reign of terror.
All was wonderful for this oblivious socialite as she got drawn into the dark underground of Deatheaters and H-W-M-N-B-N. She quickly immersed herself in the styling of a lavish lifestyle complete with the best in designer robes, shoes, and exotic artwork. She has been featured many times in Witches Weekly as Best Dressed Witch, the Style Awards etc.
Underneath the surface of this brilliant and beautiful socialite was a ticking time bomb, abuse from Lucius including the pressure of providing the Malfoy Family with a Male heir. She succeeded in her "task" with the birth of a sickly baby boy whom the couple named Draco Andrès Lucius Philippe De Valise Florien Richard De Malfoy in the true Malfoy tradition. It was thought to be the pinnacle of the fledgling couple's happiness. Pictures of the young family can be found in past articles on the Modern Wizarding Family. This fostered family of hate and treachery was at one point a paragon of every wealthy Wizarding family, it wouldn't last long. The reign of terror wrought by death eaters and HWMNBN ended upon the arrival of The- Boy- Who-Lived! Inside sources informed us of various monetary bribes in exchange for silence on behalf of the Malfoy clan. Beautiful socialite or Deadly Mistress?
Hermione put the article down; something inside of her told her that she couldn't read anymore slander on that family. Ron peered over her shoulder and zeroed in on the extremely long name.
"Florien? A bit gay don't you think?" , Ron said while raising his eyebrows. Hermione gave him a scathing look.
"Well I don't...", Hermione paused as she felt his breath against her neck.
"What? What's wrong?"
Getting up quickly, "I need to go now", Hermione quickly ran from the scene, she couldn't handle the awkwardness, it was too intense. Reading that horrible article reminded of her of what it felt like to be slandered.
Ron stood silently watching Hermione's retreating form. His eye panned onto a small blue notebook left on the chaise... resistance was futile....
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