I Am Dansmesyeux Riddle

~Part Two~

TWENTY-ONE: Fun and Boring

Response To Reviews:

Sue Falkenkralle: I'm so sorry about all of the sad chapters. I'm trying to ward the mood up but it's not working.

Beauchamp: I'm posting as fast as I can.

Starrylibra: Don't kill me! Oh…you weren't serious? *laughs nervously* I knew that. No really, I knew. As for you last comment: I'm sure you can tell that the tension between Dan and his father is high. I'm not sure if I want to make Voldemort seem like a horrible guy, but of course Dan is in his teen years, the most confusing years of a person's life.  

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Previous Chapter: "Come on then. Let's get going," said Jane.

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Dan followed the sound of Jane's footsteps down the hall, occasionally tripping or sliding across the castle's polished floor. At one point he knocked into nineteen year-old Jamie (whom was talking with his brother, Nick), and he hadn't bothered to apologize.

"You'd better keep up, Dan!" Jane called to him. It was normal for the kids around his age to call to him when he didn't have his glasses on, just to ensure that he was able to keep up. Frankly Dan hated this treatment, but he had to admit it did make it a lot easier to follow others around.

"Don't slow down 'cause of me!" Dan shouted to the werewolf. Dan came to a halt when a blast of fresh air hit his face.

"Jane, Dan! Over here!" Draco's voice called from his right.

"Dan decided to grace us with his presence," Jane joked. She then led him toward Draco.

"Great," Draco said. "It feels nice to be able to force Dan out of his room."

Dan glared in Draco's direction before saying, "Are we gonna play or not?"

"Yeah, Draco," came the voice of Placido Travers. "Play", as they called him, was twelve years old and was the brother of Blake (16 years-old) and Kristen (fourteen years-old). "Let do something."

"Yeah, yeah," grumbled Draco. "Okay, this is how we're going to decide the game. I'm going to throw the Quaffle up and who ever catches it will be captain of the first team. I'm going to throw it up a second time and who ever catches it will be the other team's captain. The two captains will pick their partner. Got it?"

"But Draco that means that one person will be left over, right?" asked Kristen.

"Yeah, which is exactly why one of us has to play Keeper and Seeker for both teams," explained Draco. "The Keeper will try to block all the goals but they will also have to find the Golden Snitch. The Snitch itself won't be counted as the score to either team. It will only tell us when the game ends." 

"Oh," Kristen said. "Well then I'm set to go."

"Everyone ready?" Draco asked everyone. When nobody replied he took it as a yes. "Go!"

Dan listened as the Quaffle was thrown up, and it slowly came back down. He heard someone hit it, and then another sound indicated that the Quaffle had been caught.

"Ha ha," Kristen laughed. "Looks like I'm a captain." Dan heard Draco growl in frustration. The ball was tossed back to Draco who again threw it up. Instead of waiting this time, Dan jumped up and smacked the Quaffle down to the ground with his fingertips, away from the others. Before anyone could bend down to pick up the Quaffle he dived onto it and held it tightly in his arms.

"Damn! I lost to a blind boy!" exclaimed Jane. Dan grinned and tossed the ball in Jane's direction. Pretending that he didn't know he had passed the ball to the werewolf teen he said, "I chose whoever caught the ball to be on my team."

"Awww! I wanted to be on you're team!" proclaimed Play.

"Maybe next time," Dan said with an apologetic tone.

"Then I chose…Draco to be on my team," Kristen decided. "Play, you get to be the Keeper/Seeker." The twelve year-old began to pout. As Play did so he grabbed one of the brooms from the ground, and then he took off toward a goal in the distance.

"Dan, you ready?"

"What? I mean yeah," Dan said. Before he could ask for one, someone shoved a broom into his hands.

"Let's get playing!" Jane exclaimed. "Come on!" With excessive energy she grabbed a hold of Dan's hand and led him out onto the field. Dan managed to get onto his broom and take off into the air.

"I'm releasing the Golden Snitch!" Draco yelled from the ground. Dan readied himself. He was glad, however, that there were no Bludgers to dodge or he would probably end up in the hospital part of the castle for a week. Then he would have to miss the party...Maybe playing with Bludgers wouldn't be bad after all.

Dan was nearly knocked off of his broom when someone shot past him on their broom. He had to grab a hold of his broom tightly to avoid falling.

"DANSMESYEUX RIDDLE!" the voice of Narcissa Malfoy yelled. Dan headed toward the ground and his feel landed lightly onto the ground.

"Yes, ma'am?" Dan asked, trying to sound innocent. Dan heard the others land around him.

"Don't pull that 'I didn't do anything' act on my, Dan Riddle!" Narcissa barked. "You know better than to be running about without your glasses on!"

"OK, OK!" Dan said defensively. "I'll put them on!"

"You'd better!" snapped Narcissa. "And you also be sure to be inside within the hour! You're father wants you to get ready for the party which he decided is indeed going to take place tonight."

Dan groaned as Mrs. Malfoy returned to the castle. He pulled out his glasses and placed them on his face. It took a few moments but his eyes finally adjusted to the light.

"You get to go to one of the ADULT parties?" demanded Draco. "Why don't I get to?"

Dan shrugged. "It's not like I want to go."

"Did you tell the Dark Lord that?" Jane asked him.

"No and besides, why would my father change his plans because someone else doesn't agree with them?" Dan said as though it were completely obvious.

"True," Draco said grimly.

"Well if you have to go inside pretty soon then I guess I should help you find a good piece of carving wood," said Jane.

 "Yeah." Dan set down his broom and went to follow the werewolf.

"Wait here." Jane instructed, stopping him before she dashed toward the woods. She returned a few moments later with a long, narrow branch. "This should do. Do you want to carve with my knife or yours?"

"Mine." Dan took out a new looking pocketknife and flicked it open. He placed the knife against the wood and began to carve.

"What are you making?" Play inquired.

"I'm making a cane. I was thinking that if I have a cane maybe my father would let me get away with not wearing my glasses," said Dan, his eyes focused on the task at hand. He pushed the blade of the knife up from the bottom of the wood to the top, shaving off the extra leaves and twigs. In just three minutes the branch was reduced to only four and a half feet long, and it was only three and a half inches thick. At the top of the wood Dan began to engrave a snake head. 

Dan pocketed the knife and tossed his creation back and forth between his hands. He threw it to Draco and asked, "What do you think? Did I do OK?"

"I dunno. Why don't we paint it a color and then find some clothes that actually go with this thing?" replied Draco.

"That's a great idea!" exclaimed Kristen. "We can make sure that Dan definitely impressed the adults and other Death Eaters! That will make the Dark Lord step off for a bit, huh?"

"Uhhhh…" Dan tried to say.

"Yeah!" agreed Jane.

"Let's do it," said Draco, grinning evilly.

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It was hard, and it took a long time; but they had achieved their goal. Jane and Kristen had tamed Dan's black, spiked hair so that it was sleeked back with gel. Draco had picked out a nice set of green robes that Voldemort had bought for his son (but Dan had never worn) and Dan had put them on. Play, on the other hand, got the honor of painting Dan's snake cane. The snake's head was green and the rest was silver (of course they supported Slytherin, the house that most of their parents had been in while in Hogwarts).

Jane and Kristen emerged from Dan's private bathroom with smiles on their faces. Dan followed them out and into his own room in misery. "Well, Draco, what do you think?" Jane asked as she and Kristen presented Dan to the Malfoy heir.

"He looks like me with his hair like that! Why did you give him my hair style?" demanded Draco.

Kristen gave him a hurt look and began to argue. "That's not nice to say! For your information we weren't even thinking about you when we gave him that style!" Draco's jaw dropped and he glared at the two girls.

"I'm done with Dan's cane. Like the colors?" Play (whom was covered with green and silver paint) handed the cane to Draco who nearly dropped it when he realized that the paint was still wet. "Oops…sorry. I forgot that it didn't dry," Play said with a smirk on his face, and he took the cane back.

"You little-" Draco was about to say but he was cut off by Kristen.

"Play, why don't you go cast a drying spell on the cane before Draco kills us all with his malice?" 

"Ok, sis," Play said. He ran sat on the ground and placed the cane before him. "Now what was that spell?" he asked himself. "Oh, yeah." The Travers boy pulled out his wand and said a spell. To see his results he picked up the cane and found that it was completely dry.

"Toss the cane here," Dan said to Play. The twelve year-old did as he was requested and Dan decided to test out his new look. He walked over to his mirror and looked at his reflection. He sighed. He really hated these robes, and he really hated his hair.  

"Master Dan," the voice of Abby came from his right. The elf looked up at him with big eyes. "You is looking good, Master Dan."

"Thanks," Dan said, not turning his gaze upon the elf.

"The Master is waiting for your arrival, sir," Abby said. "Master is sending Abby to bring you to the party, sir." Jane and Kristen came up from behind Dan and stood on both sides of him.

"Don't ruin your chance," Kristen said.

"I won't," Dan promised.

"I know you'll do fine, Dan," said Jane. "You're father has no reason not to be proud of you. Now go show those Death Eaters why you're the Dark Lord's son."

Both of the girls kissed him on the cheek and gave hi a tight hug. Usually he would have gone completely red but instead he turned to Draco and said, "You're not going to kiss me, right?"

"No way!" Draco said, revolted by the idea. Then just to freak Dan out he added, "But you are cute."

Dan raised and eyebrow but before anything else could be said Jane was pushing him out of his room. "Get going! You don't wanna be late!"

"OK. Bye!" Dan called to them.

"Bye!" the replied in unison.

Dan smiled to himself as he made his ay down to the main hall. This was going to be a great night. It wasn't going to be fun but he was going to final impress his father. He inhaled deeply before entering the main hall. The first thing that he noticed was that the Death Eaters weren't wearing their masks. Regulus Black and Bellatrix Lestrange were the first to notice his entrance and they quickly pointed him out to the other Death Eaters around him. Near the middle of the hall, Voldemort was talking to Lucius Malfoy.

Just as Dan went to walk toward his father he tripped over his brand new green robes and fell backwards, knocking into a ten foot statue of Salazar Slytherin. The statue fell to the ground, shattering upon impact. If the Death Eaters' eyes weren't on him before then they definitely were now…   

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A/N: I apologize for the cliffhanger and any grammar or spelling mistakes.

~Moony~

Phil Collins "Great Spirits"

~Teach our children to look deeper than the surface
See the world through another's eyes
For to be blind me on yourself
Is to look but not see it
Knowing much is enough to be wise~