Cell Mates
Chapter 9 - Returning Home (since chapter 8 was mainly an author's note)
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FORGIVE ME! I BEG OF YOUR FORGIVENESS! I HAVENT WRITTEN IN AGES!!!! Been so sidetracked with school, social lives, and erm..roads. I'm not kiddin about the roads, but I wont get into that. (its not as long as the other chapters tho, sorry.)
Disclaimer-We've already been thru 8 chapters together, c'mon! I think you and I both know that JK Rowling owns these characters and I am the owner of the plot.
LETS BEGIN..! **snarls at CM Reader.. be nice**
---Malfoy Manor---
She sat down in the darkness, her long black silk robes beneath her knees. She heard her husband calling for her. . .she didn't answer. If she just kept quiet he'd eventually give up searching for her. She brushed a strand of blonde hair away from her face and continued praying he didn't find her.
Soon after five minutes the footsteps ceased and she let out a sigh of relief. Where had she gone wrong? She had nothing more to hope for. Sometimes she wondered how she got to be where she was..in misery. It must have started the moment she said "I do". She didn't know it yet, being so naïve at the time. She didn't know that marring a Malfoy would ensure her a lifetime commitment to the Dark Lord.
There used to be love, Once upon a time, at Hogwarts. They were both in Slytherin, she remembered all the times they'd gaze at each other across the potions classroom. He had told her that he once loved her because she always found a way to get what she wanted. Well, It was gone now. She no longer had what she wanted.
That loving husband she once knew, has officially turned all his time and devotion to "Master Voldemort"..and her son! God only knows where he could be right now. He always had a strong spirit, he was always an individual. She prayed to Merlin that he'd make it past these dark times.
Her husband started calling again. Wondering what the hell could be so important, she wiped the tears that started forming, and quickly said a spell to make herself look more presentable. She picked up her robes and walked downstairs, a fake smile sprawled across her face "Yes, Darling?"
"Where have you been? Didn't you hear me calling?" He said curtly.
"I was only in the bathroom." She said innocently.
He just rolled his eyes, and then looked at her "Tell me you have set the table atleast? McNair should be here any minute!" She just looked at him, a stone cold stare. She saw the uncomfortable look on Lucious face, "Narcissa! Stop looking at me like that."
"No Lucious! I'm not the damned house elf around here! I am your WIFE! You want the table set, you set the table yourself!" she said, coldly as she walked away and headed back upstairs. As she was halfway up the stairs she heard a weak call "Narcissa, waitttt!" But she noted that he never bothered to catch up with her.
-*-
"Ah Draco! Hello Hermione" Albus Dumbledore greeted, when he had summoned them down for a dinner. They both nodded back, barely looking at each other. "I have some news for you both" he said jovially. "Mr.Malfoy, The Order has agreed that you are to return home to your parents for the time being, and Ms.Granger, you are to go home and stay with your family. You are safest in a muggle town.."
A flash of blue light flew past Dumbledore as he let out a yelp of surprise. "Walt!" he summoned. A young looking house elf scrambled out of the swinging kitchen doors. "Sir called?"
"Yes. I am afraid we've come across another pixie." Then he turned to Hermione and Draco "They've been EVERYWHERE. Heaven knows somebody should call the ministry to investigate this. Must be some kind of reproduction issue."
"There were those in St. Mungos, bloody annoying gits." Replied Draco. Hermione remained quiet, silently stabbing her chicken parmesan with her fork.
"So tomorrow it's settled. Hermione and Draco, I suggest that after dinner you pack your bags. You're parents will be very excited to see you again." Hermione just nodded and thanked Albus for all his hospitality.
"You are very welcome, dear. And remember, if you ever need anything you are always welcome here." He said, and his pale eyes twinkled under his half moon spectacles. "You too, Draco" he added. Draco nodded curtly and managed to say 'thank you'.
Soon dinner was over and Walt came to collect their plates "Yous all done, sir?" he stuttered. Dumbledore nodded graciously and the elf carried the plates back into the kitchen. Draco left to go upstairs, and it was only Hermione and Dumbledore left at the table. "None of this was your fault, you know"
"Sir, I'm afraid I don't know. I killed him.I killed.." Tears pricked her eyes again but Dumbledore ordered her to hush.
"Unintentionally..which means its not your fault. Remember Hermione; Everything will be okay in the end. And if its not okay, then it isn't the end."
"Thanks erm.Headmaster." Hermione replied, unsure what to call him.
"Please, child. You are not in Hogwarts anymore, you may call me Albus." He chuckled. "Go on upstairs now, and get some sleep, your parents are waiting." Hermione listened and started walking up the staircase until she found her room. She debating saying goodbye to Malfoy before she packed. . .but that was a stupid idea, look who it was . . .MALFOY!
It disturbed her to all extents that she had once thought Malfoy was gorgeous. And it still bothered her that the voice in the back of her mind was saying that too. 'Forget him' she thought to herself as she stuffed her st.mungo's hospital gown into her bag. She admitted when we was in the hospital she and Malfoy neglected the gowns. Since they weren't serious cases of mental illness, the people let it slide. But she kept it anyway, souvenir perhaps.
She stopped packing and took out her diary. "I'm leaving Malfoy. He's going home, and I get to leave and go to MY home. Yes! Never thought I'd see the day.Thank Merlin!"
**Aren't you going to miss him?**
"Yeah, and hell will freeze over. Of course not, he's MALFOY" she wrote down.
The diary responded back. . .**I bet you will, you keep thinking about him, don't you?**
"Thinking about KILLING him, yes"
**Its still about him, see you can't get him off your mind, why not just confess it. . .after all I am your diary.**
"Yes, but you're a freaky diary. Almost Human."
**I resent that. I'm just unique!**
"Sorry, I guess. I might miss him. . .the old him before I knew who he really was. Serpent. I'll miss Serpent. I almost fell for Serpent too. . .if only he weren't Draco. . ."
**I see. . .I see. . .Don't you have packing to do?**
"Wow. . .yeah. . .well atleast this nightmare will be over. I'll be home and everything will be good again. Back home to Mapleside Avenue, London. I remember it like it was just yesterday. . ."
**I'm sure I'll talk to you there then.** wrote the "diary" as Hermione shut the book, and continued packing.
-*-*- Alaska -*-*-
"Wormtail! Put your parka on before you freeze, I told you. . .we can go Ice skating AFTER I plot my next move. I just figured out some valuable information, that stupid Granger girl. So naïve."
"Master, you are brilliant! That diary idea, marvelous!" Wormtail squeaked, "What's your next plan ?"
"Come to think of it Wormtail. . .I don't know yet. But it will be good. We must give them time to hate each other. And if things go wrong, and they start to fall for each other . . .we'll be there to stop them!"
Wormtail stood there motionless, and Voldemort spoke up. "Wormtail, what are you waiting for, get your Ice skates on, we have to torture the mud bloods at the rink!" He watched as his faithful servant quickly laced up his skates and thought 'I am brilliant, and one day the wizarding world will be mine to control. . .'
~*~ The House of Granger~*~
"I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour, I'll be there for you.." She shut off the TV. . .she had already seen that episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. so she sat down on the sofa deep in thought. Any minute her parents would be home. She couldn't wait, she hadn't seen them since she stopped by last Christmas.
She always liked her parents house. They were dentists, and they always had up to date muggle technology. It had been awhile since she'd watched television. Soon the door knob turned and her mother, Joanne and her father Seth walked into the house. When they saw Hermione on the sofa they practically smothered her in hugs and kisses. She hugged them back, thankful for happy faces.
"How have you been? Oh and how is that lovely Harry guy you've been seeing?" asked her mother sweetly.
Tears stung her eyes again. Every time somebody mention Harry, she just wanted to bawl her eyes out. "Oh, rough break up, dear?"
She couldn't tell her mother that she KILLED Harry, she lost her memory and almost fell in love with the spawn of Satan (aka malfoy), she just couldn't. "Yes, he. . .he. . .found somebody else. . ." she made up a lie. Harry would never have founded somebody else. They had a love that was pure and true.
"Awe Honey" comforted her mother "It'll be alright. There are other fish in the sea. . ."
'My fish died' she thought to herself. "Joanne, maybe we should just change the topic?" suggested her father. "How is your job? You're an editor for the newspaper I hear?"
"Yes, the Daily Prophet."
"Come on, 'Mione. . .lets sit down and have some dessert. I'm sure we have a lot to catch up on." Her father told her, as her parents led her to the kitchen.
-*- Malfoy Manor-*-
"Good Evening, Sir" Narcissa said politely as she welcomed McNair into her home. Luscious smiled at her as if to say 'now that's how a wife should act'. Narcissa returned the smile, but deep down she wanted to scream. She did not want McNair in her house. She didn't want any of them in her house.
At the beginning of her marriage she could tolerate it. Once a week, One of Lucious' death eater friends would come over for a drink, or dinner. Then they'd sit around in the parlor and discuss dark matters, that she'd never be allowed to over hear. She'd listen in anyway, they were too absorbed in themselves to notice.
She'd still have her fun. The two would go out into Diagon Alley and eat at romantic resturants, then go home, ride a broom to the roof of the manor and make love. She sighed remembering those nights. Now she was lucky if she even got a kiss. A Death Eater would come over mostly every night, and she'd have to prepare dinner. And when she tried to sit down with them in the parlor after, Lucious would simply tell her "Not now dear, You know I love you"
Truth be told, she didn't know. He never showed affection anymore. And if it was it was to the Dark Lord. "Good Evening Mrs.Malfoy" said McNair in his scratchy voice. She gracefully smiled, like a good forgotten housewife of a prestigious death eater should. As soon as the two men were seated, she summoned for Emerald, the house elf to bring out the lamb.
Dinner went on, talk of Muggleborn deaths and dark inventions. Same thing her husband talked about with every death eater. You'd think they'd get bored of it wouldn't you? So she sat through another tiring dinner, tearing at her lamb with her teeth. After about 30 more minutes, Emerald came out to carry the food back, and Lucious excused himself to have a brandy with McNair in the Parlor.
Narcissa was just about to set their glasses up when she heard a knock on the back door. "Narcissa" he said abruptly "Somebody is knocking on our back door."
'No shit' she thought to herself. "Yes dear, should I answer."
"Yes, of course you should. Hurry up now!" He said, ushering her to hurry along. He continued to pour McNair a drink, then go back to his favorite topic of discussion.
She hurried to the back door, her silken robes trailing behind her. "Miss, excuse me miss?" said Emerald "Would miss like Emerald to answer the door?"
She pat the elf on the head, "No thank you. You may just go finish up the dishes." The elf walked on back to the kitchen, and she proceded to the door. "Who's there?" she called.
"Mum" said the voice on the other side. Before he could say anymore Narcissa opened the door and smiled widely.
"DRACO! You're home!" she devoured him in a great massive hug, her son was home.
"Muuuuummmm! I'm all grown up now, you don't have to strangle me." He said, somewhat laughing at the same time.
"I know I know, but I haven't seen you in so long. Where's Father?" he could tell she didn't like that question from the way her face turned sour.
"With his gay lover McNair." She said rolling her eyes.
"Whattt?" said Draco, now confused. "Father is..father is.gay?"
"No, of course not. He's spending so much time with McNair lately. . .those two and the rest of the Voldemort fan club. That's besides the point! Where have you been?"
"Running from the Voldemort fan club. I don't like muggleborns either, but this massive cult of death eaters is really lame after awhile." Draco said, hoping to comfort his mother. But he meant what he said, it got to be rather pathetic. He'd rather be the leader of evil, then the follower of evil.
His mother gave him a half smile, "You always had a clearer head then your father." Draco just shrugged "I'll take that as a compliment." He was glad to see his mother again, probably the only one in his family that didn't have it engraved in their head that Voldemort was the superior being to all the universe. That was comforting.
"Here, have some left over Lamb." She said getting him a plateful. Soon Emerald emerged out of the kitchen "The young mister malfoy is home!" she squealed.
Draco hid back a smile, out of all the elves his father enslaved, Emerald was always the nicest one. "Good to see you to, Emerald." He began to eat his food until he was interrupted by footsteps coming into the dining room.
His father swooshed in, holding a glass full of brandy and sweeping scarlet robes. "Hello Son. . .I hear we've been running away from the Dark Lord's beckoning. . .I'll teach you not to do that again, come with me." They left too suddenly for Narcissa to be able to stop him. . .
OKAY, I wanna know a few things:
*Long Enough?
*Are All In Character? (of course, with exception of the Voldster)
*Any holes in the plot or mistakes I should know about. (Be HELPFUL, don't criticize.)
*Comments/Questions, Do let me know. U can talk to me on AIM. My screen name is Fool4Love06.
No reviewer thank yous for this chapter. There are too many, and it was Christmas Eve, when I was typing this up.(BUT ALL U REVEIWERS R GREAT) Oh and CM Reader, a beta reader is like a proofreader. They point out mistakes and read it over to make sure its good to be posted. (I figured u'd be critical enough for the job).
Hope you all have a Great Holiday and A Happy New Year!
XOXO
Shadow
Chapter 9 - Returning Home (since chapter 8 was mainly an author's note)
~*~
FORGIVE ME! I BEG OF YOUR FORGIVENESS! I HAVENT WRITTEN IN AGES!!!! Been so sidetracked with school, social lives, and erm..roads. I'm not kiddin about the roads, but I wont get into that. (its not as long as the other chapters tho, sorry.)
Disclaimer-We've already been thru 8 chapters together, c'mon! I think you and I both know that JK Rowling owns these characters and I am the owner of the plot.
LETS BEGIN..! **snarls at CM Reader.. be nice**
---Malfoy Manor---
She sat down in the darkness, her long black silk robes beneath her knees. She heard her husband calling for her. . .she didn't answer. If she just kept quiet he'd eventually give up searching for her. She brushed a strand of blonde hair away from her face and continued praying he didn't find her.
Soon after five minutes the footsteps ceased and she let out a sigh of relief. Where had she gone wrong? She had nothing more to hope for. Sometimes she wondered how she got to be where she was..in misery. It must have started the moment she said "I do". She didn't know it yet, being so naïve at the time. She didn't know that marring a Malfoy would ensure her a lifetime commitment to the Dark Lord.
There used to be love, Once upon a time, at Hogwarts. They were both in Slytherin, she remembered all the times they'd gaze at each other across the potions classroom. He had told her that he once loved her because she always found a way to get what she wanted. Well, It was gone now. She no longer had what she wanted.
That loving husband she once knew, has officially turned all his time and devotion to "Master Voldemort"..and her son! God only knows where he could be right now. He always had a strong spirit, he was always an individual. She prayed to Merlin that he'd make it past these dark times.
Her husband started calling again. Wondering what the hell could be so important, she wiped the tears that started forming, and quickly said a spell to make herself look more presentable. She picked up her robes and walked downstairs, a fake smile sprawled across her face "Yes, Darling?"
"Where have you been? Didn't you hear me calling?" He said curtly.
"I was only in the bathroom." She said innocently.
He just rolled his eyes, and then looked at her "Tell me you have set the table atleast? McNair should be here any minute!" She just looked at him, a stone cold stare. She saw the uncomfortable look on Lucious face, "Narcissa! Stop looking at me like that."
"No Lucious! I'm not the damned house elf around here! I am your WIFE! You want the table set, you set the table yourself!" she said, coldly as she walked away and headed back upstairs. As she was halfway up the stairs she heard a weak call "Narcissa, waitttt!" But she noted that he never bothered to catch up with her.
-*-
"Ah Draco! Hello Hermione" Albus Dumbledore greeted, when he had summoned them down for a dinner. They both nodded back, barely looking at each other. "I have some news for you both" he said jovially. "Mr.Malfoy, The Order has agreed that you are to return home to your parents for the time being, and Ms.Granger, you are to go home and stay with your family. You are safest in a muggle town.."
A flash of blue light flew past Dumbledore as he let out a yelp of surprise. "Walt!" he summoned. A young looking house elf scrambled out of the swinging kitchen doors. "Sir called?"
"Yes. I am afraid we've come across another pixie." Then he turned to Hermione and Draco "They've been EVERYWHERE. Heaven knows somebody should call the ministry to investigate this. Must be some kind of reproduction issue."
"There were those in St. Mungos, bloody annoying gits." Replied Draco. Hermione remained quiet, silently stabbing her chicken parmesan with her fork.
"So tomorrow it's settled. Hermione and Draco, I suggest that after dinner you pack your bags. You're parents will be very excited to see you again." Hermione just nodded and thanked Albus for all his hospitality.
"You are very welcome, dear. And remember, if you ever need anything you are always welcome here." He said, and his pale eyes twinkled under his half moon spectacles. "You too, Draco" he added. Draco nodded curtly and managed to say 'thank you'.
Soon dinner was over and Walt came to collect their plates "Yous all done, sir?" he stuttered. Dumbledore nodded graciously and the elf carried the plates back into the kitchen. Draco left to go upstairs, and it was only Hermione and Dumbledore left at the table. "None of this was your fault, you know"
"Sir, I'm afraid I don't know. I killed him.I killed.." Tears pricked her eyes again but Dumbledore ordered her to hush.
"Unintentionally..which means its not your fault. Remember Hermione; Everything will be okay in the end. And if its not okay, then it isn't the end."
"Thanks erm.Headmaster." Hermione replied, unsure what to call him.
"Please, child. You are not in Hogwarts anymore, you may call me Albus." He chuckled. "Go on upstairs now, and get some sleep, your parents are waiting." Hermione listened and started walking up the staircase until she found her room. She debating saying goodbye to Malfoy before she packed. . .but that was a stupid idea, look who it was . . .MALFOY!
It disturbed her to all extents that she had once thought Malfoy was gorgeous. And it still bothered her that the voice in the back of her mind was saying that too. 'Forget him' she thought to herself as she stuffed her st.mungo's hospital gown into her bag. She admitted when we was in the hospital she and Malfoy neglected the gowns. Since they weren't serious cases of mental illness, the people let it slide. But she kept it anyway, souvenir perhaps.
She stopped packing and took out her diary. "I'm leaving Malfoy. He's going home, and I get to leave and go to MY home. Yes! Never thought I'd see the day.Thank Merlin!"
**Aren't you going to miss him?**
"Yeah, and hell will freeze over. Of course not, he's MALFOY" she wrote down.
The diary responded back. . .**I bet you will, you keep thinking about him, don't you?**
"Thinking about KILLING him, yes"
**Its still about him, see you can't get him off your mind, why not just confess it. . .after all I am your diary.**
"Yes, but you're a freaky diary. Almost Human."
**I resent that. I'm just unique!**
"Sorry, I guess. I might miss him. . .the old him before I knew who he really was. Serpent. I'll miss Serpent. I almost fell for Serpent too. . .if only he weren't Draco. . ."
**I see. . .I see. . .Don't you have packing to do?**
"Wow. . .yeah. . .well atleast this nightmare will be over. I'll be home and everything will be good again. Back home to Mapleside Avenue, London. I remember it like it was just yesterday. . ."
**I'm sure I'll talk to you there then.** wrote the "diary" as Hermione shut the book, and continued packing.
-*-*- Alaska -*-*-
"Wormtail! Put your parka on before you freeze, I told you. . .we can go Ice skating AFTER I plot my next move. I just figured out some valuable information, that stupid Granger girl. So naïve."
"Master, you are brilliant! That diary idea, marvelous!" Wormtail squeaked, "What's your next plan ?"
"Come to think of it Wormtail. . .I don't know yet. But it will be good. We must give them time to hate each other. And if things go wrong, and they start to fall for each other . . .we'll be there to stop them!"
Wormtail stood there motionless, and Voldemort spoke up. "Wormtail, what are you waiting for, get your Ice skates on, we have to torture the mud bloods at the rink!" He watched as his faithful servant quickly laced up his skates and thought 'I am brilliant, and one day the wizarding world will be mine to control. . .'
~*~ The House of Granger~*~
"I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour, I'll be there for you.." She shut off the TV. . .she had already seen that episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. so she sat down on the sofa deep in thought. Any minute her parents would be home. She couldn't wait, she hadn't seen them since she stopped by last Christmas.
She always liked her parents house. They were dentists, and they always had up to date muggle technology. It had been awhile since she'd watched television. Soon the door knob turned and her mother, Joanne and her father Seth walked into the house. When they saw Hermione on the sofa they practically smothered her in hugs and kisses. She hugged them back, thankful for happy faces.
"How have you been? Oh and how is that lovely Harry guy you've been seeing?" asked her mother sweetly.
Tears stung her eyes again. Every time somebody mention Harry, she just wanted to bawl her eyes out. "Oh, rough break up, dear?"
She couldn't tell her mother that she KILLED Harry, she lost her memory and almost fell in love with the spawn of Satan (aka malfoy), she just couldn't. "Yes, he. . .he. . .found somebody else. . ." she made up a lie. Harry would never have founded somebody else. They had a love that was pure and true.
"Awe Honey" comforted her mother "It'll be alright. There are other fish in the sea. . ."
'My fish died' she thought to herself. "Joanne, maybe we should just change the topic?" suggested her father. "How is your job? You're an editor for the newspaper I hear?"
"Yes, the Daily Prophet."
"Come on, 'Mione. . .lets sit down and have some dessert. I'm sure we have a lot to catch up on." Her father told her, as her parents led her to the kitchen.
-*- Malfoy Manor-*-
"Good Evening, Sir" Narcissa said politely as she welcomed McNair into her home. Luscious smiled at her as if to say 'now that's how a wife should act'. Narcissa returned the smile, but deep down she wanted to scream. She did not want McNair in her house. She didn't want any of them in her house.
At the beginning of her marriage she could tolerate it. Once a week, One of Lucious' death eater friends would come over for a drink, or dinner. Then they'd sit around in the parlor and discuss dark matters, that she'd never be allowed to over hear. She'd listen in anyway, they were too absorbed in themselves to notice.
She'd still have her fun. The two would go out into Diagon Alley and eat at romantic resturants, then go home, ride a broom to the roof of the manor and make love. She sighed remembering those nights. Now she was lucky if she even got a kiss. A Death Eater would come over mostly every night, and she'd have to prepare dinner. And when she tried to sit down with them in the parlor after, Lucious would simply tell her "Not now dear, You know I love you"
Truth be told, she didn't know. He never showed affection anymore. And if it was it was to the Dark Lord. "Good Evening Mrs.Malfoy" said McNair in his scratchy voice. She gracefully smiled, like a good forgotten housewife of a prestigious death eater should. As soon as the two men were seated, she summoned for Emerald, the house elf to bring out the lamb.
Dinner went on, talk of Muggleborn deaths and dark inventions. Same thing her husband talked about with every death eater. You'd think they'd get bored of it wouldn't you? So she sat through another tiring dinner, tearing at her lamb with her teeth. After about 30 more minutes, Emerald came out to carry the food back, and Lucious excused himself to have a brandy with McNair in the Parlor.
Narcissa was just about to set their glasses up when she heard a knock on the back door. "Narcissa" he said abruptly "Somebody is knocking on our back door."
'No shit' she thought to herself. "Yes dear, should I answer."
"Yes, of course you should. Hurry up now!" He said, ushering her to hurry along. He continued to pour McNair a drink, then go back to his favorite topic of discussion.
She hurried to the back door, her silken robes trailing behind her. "Miss, excuse me miss?" said Emerald "Would miss like Emerald to answer the door?"
She pat the elf on the head, "No thank you. You may just go finish up the dishes." The elf walked on back to the kitchen, and she proceded to the door. "Who's there?" she called.
"Mum" said the voice on the other side. Before he could say anymore Narcissa opened the door and smiled widely.
"DRACO! You're home!" she devoured him in a great massive hug, her son was home.
"Muuuuummmm! I'm all grown up now, you don't have to strangle me." He said, somewhat laughing at the same time.
"I know I know, but I haven't seen you in so long. Where's Father?" he could tell she didn't like that question from the way her face turned sour.
"With his gay lover McNair." She said rolling her eyes.
"Whattt?" said Draco, now confused. "Father is..father is.gay?"
"No, of course not. He's spending so much time with McNair lately. . .those two and the rest of the Voldemort fan club. That's besides the point! Where have you been?"
"Running from the Voldemort fan club. I don't like muggleborns either, but this massive cult of death eaters is really lame after awhile." Draco said, hoping to comfort his mother. But he meant what he said, it got to be rather pathetic. He'd rather be the leader of evil, then the follower of evil.
His mother gave him a half smile, "You always had a clearer head then your father." Draco just shrugged "I'll take that as a compliment." He was glad to see his mother again, probably the only one in his family that didn't have it engraved in their head that Voldemort was the superior being to all the universe. That was comforting.
"Here, have some left over Lamb." She said getting him a plateful. Soon Emerald emerged out of the kitchen "The young mister malfoy is home!" she squealed.
Draco hid back a smile, out of all the elves his father enslaved, Emerald was always the nicest one. "Good to see you to, Emerald." He began to eat his food until he was interrupted by footsteps coming into the dining room.
His father swooshed in, holding a glass full of brandy and sweeping scarlet robes. "Hello Son. . .I hear we've been running away from the Dark Lord's beckoning. . .I'll teach you not to do that again, come with me." They left too suddenly for Narcissa to be able to stop him. . .
OKAY, I wanna know a few things:
*Long Enough?
*Are All In Character? (of course, with exception of the Voldster)
*Any holes in the plot or mistakes I should know about. (Be HELPFUL, don't criticize.)
*Comments/Questions, Do let me know. U can talk to me on AIM. My screen name is Fool4Love06.
No reviewer thank yous for this chapter. There are too many, and it was Christmas Eve, when I was typing this up.(BUT ALL U REVEIWERS R GREAT) Oh and CM Reader, a beta reader is like a proofreader. They point out mistakes and read it over to make sure its good to be posted. (I figured u'd be critical enough for the job).
Hope you all have a Great Holiday and A Happy New Year!
XOXO
Shadow