Author's Note:
Hey guys, sorry for the long wait. I'm working as a counselor at a horse camp so it's hard to get enough time to write.
Anyways, thanks for the reviews and yes, CinderBrat, the title for the next Harry Potter book does sound intriguing.
Please enjoy this chapter and if anyone has any ideas for the story let me know. I am always open to any suggestions. What would YOU guys like to see happen in the story?
Chapter Five: Arrival
Draco woke to the sound of his uncle's voice talking very softly.
"We should be there in just a couple of minutes." There was a pause of silence. "Yeah... Yeah... Oh, he's sleeping. Slept most of the way." There was another pause. "Okay, I'll see you in a minute, honey."
Draco turned around in the direction of his uncle. "Who were you talking to?" he asked in a very confused and groggy state as he looked in bewilderment at the empty back seat.
"Oh, I was just calling your aunt." Daniel showed Draco a small blue phone, however Draco didn't understand what it was. "We're just about there."
Draco sat up in his seat and rubbed his eyes. As he peered out at the darkness he could see long stretches of white fence which ran next to the road, but, being so dark, he couldn't really see much else.
"You certainly conked out over there." Daniel yawned. "You were so quiet and still that a few times I thought perhaps you died." Daniel laughed but Draco wasn't really paying any attention. He was still trying to wake himself up, not to mention that at the moment he wasn't feeling too well; his stomach felt a bit queasy and his whole body was stiff and sore.
Daniel noticed the expression on Draco's face and asked, "Not feeling too good over there are ya?"
Draco scowled a bit at his uncle; he was feeling grumpy and he didn't like his mudblood uncle observing him.
"It's probably just from the lack of restful sleep. You'll feel alright after you've slept in a bed for a few hours. Ah! Here we are!"
Draco perked up a bit and gazed curiously out his window as Daniel began to pull onto a very long gravel drive-way. The white fence ran along both sides and after a moment Draco could make out the outline of several large barns scattered about.
"In about another hour-and-a-half this place will be buzzing. Work out here starts at 5:00."
Draco looked at his uncle with an appalled expression on his face.
"Early bird catches the worm." Daniel chuckled as if that answered any question that Draco might have had. "You'll be helping out a bit here soon."
Draco gave his uncle another appalled look.
"You mean I have to work?!"
"Sure. Build up some muscle. But don't worry, I won't be having you get up that early any time real soon."
"Better not be ever." Draco mumbled under his breath as he turned his scowling face back towards the window. If he hadn't been so tired he would have protested more and said that there was no way that he was going to work; working was for servants after all. However, he decided to save it for when he had more energy.
Daniel's voice cut into Draco's thoughts. "Well, here we are."
Draco looked out the window and saw a house that was far too small according to his standards but would have been considered a very pleasant size to others. It was a large, two–story Georgian style home surrounded by hedges and trees and the occasional flower garden.
Daniel pulled up next to the house and stopped the car. Draco saw a light go on and the front door begin to open. He suddenly began to feel very apprehensive as he saw the figure of his aunt approaching. After all, he had never met her before and she had also been disowned from the entire family. What if she was still angry about that? What if she had brought him here solely to punish him for what the family had done to her? Thoughts of how he would be able to make it on his own in a strange country should his aunt actually hate and mistreat him raced through his head but were quickly forgotten as she rushed up to him; arms stretched open.
"It's so good to finally meet my young nephew!"
Before Draco could react Emma had enfolded him in a tight hug. Draco felt a bit confused as he stood stiffly, not knowing if he should, and not really wishing to, return the gesture. He had only been hugged a few times in his life and only by his mother. He couldn't understand why his aunt would show him such affection when she had never even met him before.
After what seemed like an interminable amount of time, Emma released her hold on him and stepped back to look at his face. If Draco haddn't felt uncomfortable with the hug, he certainly felt ten times more uncomfortable as he saw the faint hint of tears in his aunt's eyes as she looked at him. He shifted uneasily under her gaze and avoided looking at her directly in the eye.
"I'm sorry if I'm a bit teary-eyed; it's just that I have been looking so forward to having you here since the day the Ministry contacted us. I couldn't wait to meet my nephew."
Draco braced himself as he thought that his aunt was about to burst into tears right there.
"You look so much like Narcissa." She reached out a hand to touch the side of his face but he quickly pulled away. Emma nodded in understanding and instead wrapped her arms around herself for the air was a bit chilly.
"Now, now, Emma," Daniel said as he walked by with both of Draco's large bags, "young boys don't really like being told that they look like women."
"I didn't say that he looked like a woman; a merely said that he looked like his mother."
"Same thing." Daniel called back as he had reached the door.
"I look more like my father." Draco said coolly as he picked up his smaller bag and began to walk towards the door.
"This way, Draco," Daniel said, motioning for Draco to follow him as he entered the house, "we'll show you to your room.
Now that they were in the light Draco could clearly see his aunt. He was surprised to see, though he really shouldn't have been, that his aunt looked very similar to his mother. She had the trademark blond hair but it was kept much shorter than his mother's. Emma's only just brushed her shoulders, whereas Narcissa's was down to her waist. Emma had the same blue eyes and small face. She was tall and very elegant, but in a different way from his mother. Narcissa was an aristocrat and had dressed and looked accordingly. Emma, however, had a very down-to-earth looking kind of glamour. She was wearing plain, muggle clothes and very light make-up, but she looked and moved as if she could have, at that moment, been wearing a ball-gown.
Daniel's voice cut into Draco's observations as they stopped in front of a door.
"Well, here's your room."
Emma quickly opened the door and turned on the light as they walked in.
"I know it's probably nowhere near what you're used to, but I hope you like it." Emma said.
Draco glanced around the room as he placed his bag on the floor. It was definitely not what he was used to. It was much smaller than his room at Malfoy Manor, but was still larger than most bedrooms. The room had a hardwood floor with a rug that stretched over part of it where a double bed stood. There were a couple of bookcases, a nightstand on each side of his bed, a fair-sized desk, plenty of shelves built into the walls, a large cabinet, and, off to the side of the room, there was a walk-in closet.
He didn't know why, but he was actually surprised that he was being given a room that nice. After a month of being locked in the small, hot, filthy room at the Garron's he hadn't really been expecting anything nicer at his aunt's and uncle's.
"We'll go ahead and let you be." Emma said, "You're probably exhausted and just want to get some sleep. Your bathroom is just down the hall and the second door on the left. Did you want anything before we go? Something to drink or eat?"
Draco shook his head.
"The kitchen is just downstairs, so if you decide later that you want something, please feel free to help yourself."
"And if there is anything you need during the night our room is just down the hall, around the corner and the last door on the right." Daniel said as he and Emma slowly began to step out of the room.
"We're very glad that you're here, Draco. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Draco."
Draco didn't say anything but just watched as his door was closed. He then sat down on the edge of his bed and looked glumly around. This was now to be his room until he turned eighteen. He was to live in this house with those people until he was an adult. As this fact sunk in a terrible wave of homesickness came over him and he would have given anything at that moment to be back home with his mother and father. He quickly pushed these thoughts out of his head as there was nothing he could do about it and he really didn't want to start thinking about his parents and where they were. Instead he stood up and walked to the closed door. Tentatively he reached out his hand and grasped the knob. It turned and he was able to crack his door open. He quickly shut it though as he had only wanted to check to see if they had actually locked it like the Garron's had. He then turned around and decided that it was time for some sleep. He changed and a few minutes after placing his head upon the pillow he was dead asleep.
Hey guys, sorry for the long wait. I'm working as a counselor at a horse camp so it's hard to get enough time to write.
Anyways, thanks for the reviews and yes, CinderBrat, the title for the next Harry Potter book does sound intriguing.
Please enjoy this chapter and if anyone has any ideas for the story let me know. I am always open to any suggestions. What would YOU guys like to see happen in the story?
Chapter Five: Arrival
Draco woke to the sound of his uncle's voice talking very softly.
"We should be there in just a couple of minutes." There was a pause of silence. "Yeah... Yeah... Oh, he's sleeping. Slept most of the way." There was another pause. "Okay, I'll see you in a minute, honey."
Draco turned around in the direction of his uncle. "Who were you talking to?" he asked in a very confused and groggy state as he looked in bewilderment at the empty back seat.
"Oh, I was just calling your aunt." Daniel showed Draco a small blue phone, however Draco didn't understand what it was. "We're just about there."
Draco sat up in his seat and rubbed his eyes. As he peered out at the darkness he could see long stretches of white fence which ran next to the road, but, being so dark, he couldn't really see much else.
"You certainly conked out over there." Daniel yawned. "You were so quiet and still that a few times I thought perhaps you died." Daniel laughed but Draco wasn't really paying any attention. He was still trying to wake himself up, not to mention that at the moment he wasn't feeling too well; his stomach felt a bit queasy and his whole body was stiff and sore.
Daniel noticed the expression on Draco's face and asked, "Not feeling too good over there are ya?"
Draco scowled a bit at his uncle; he was feeling grumpy and he didn't like his mudblood uncle observing him.
"It's probably just from the lack of restful sleep. You'll feel alright after you've slept in a bed for a few hours. Ah! Here we are!"
Draco perked up a bit and gazed curiously out his window as Daniel began to pull onto a very long gravel drive-way. The white fence ran along both sides and after a moment Draco could make out the outline of several large barns scattered about.
"In about another hour-and-a-half this place will be buzzing. Work out here starts at 5:00."
Draco looked at his uncle with an appalled expression on his face.
"Early bird catches the worm." Daniel chuckled as if that answered any question that Draco might have had. "You'll be helping out a bit here soon."
Draco gave his uncle another appalled look.
"You mean I have to work?!"
"Sure. Build up some muscle. But don't worry, I won't be having you get up that early any time real soon."
"Better not be ever." Draco mumbled under his breath as he turned his scowling face back towards the window. If he hadn't been so tired he would have protested more and said that there was no way that he was going to work; working was for servants after all. However, he decided to save it for when he had more energy.
Daniel's voice cut into Draco's thoughts. "Well, here we are."
Draco looked out the window and saw a house that was far too small according to his standards but would have been considered a very pleasant size to others. It was a large, two–story Georgian style home surrounded by hedges and trees and the occasional flower garden.
Daniel pulled up next to the house and stopped the car. Draco saw a light go on and the front door begin to open. He suddenly began to feel very apprehensive as he saw the figure of his aunt approaching. After all, he had never met her before and she had also been disowned from the entire family. What if she was still angry about that? What if she had brought him here solely to punish him for what the family had done to her? Thoughts of how he would be able to make it on his own in a strange country should his aunt actually hate and mistreat him raced through his head but were quickly forgotten as she rushed up to him; arms stretched open.
"It's so good to finally meet my young nephew!"
Before Draco could react Emma had enfolded him in a tight hug. Draco felt a bit confused as he stood stiffly, not knowing if he should, and not really wishing to, return the gesture. He had only been hugged a few times in his life and only by his mother. He couldn't understand why his aunt would show him such affection when she had never even met him before.
After what seemed like an interminable amount of time, Emma released her hold on him and stepped back to look at his face. If Draco haddn't felt uncomfortable with the hug, he certainly felt ten times more uncomfortable as he saw the faint hint of tears in his aunt's eyes as she looked at him. He shifted uneasily under her gaze and avoided looking at her directly in the eye.
"I'm sorry if I'm a bit teary-eyed; it's just that I have been looking so forward to having you here since the day the Ministry contacted us. I couldn't wait to meet my nephew."
Draco braced himself as he thought that his aunt was about to burst into tears right there.
"You look so much like Narcissa." She reached out a hand to touch the side of his face but he quickly pulled away. Emma nodded in understanding and instead wrapped her arms around herself for the air was a bit chilly.
"Now, now, Emma," Daniel said as he walked by with both of Draco's large bags, "young boys don't really like being told that they look like women."
"I didn't say that he looked like a woman; a merely said that he looked like his mother."
"Same thing." Daniel called back as he had reached the door.
"I look more like my father." Draco said coolly as he picked up his smaller bag and began to walk towards the door.
"This way, Draco," Daniel said, motioning for Draco to follow him as he entered the house, "we'll show you to your room.
Now that they were in the light Draco could clearly see his aunt. He was surprised to see, though he really shouldn't have been, that his aunt looked very similar to his mother. She had the trademark blond hair but it was kept much shorter than his mother's. Emma's only just brushed her shoulders, whereas Narcissa's was down to her waist. Emma had the same blue eyes and small face. She was tall and very elegant, but in a different way from his mother. Narcissa was an aristocrat and had dressed and looked accordingly. Emma, however, had a very down-to-earth looking kind of glamour. She was wearing plain, muggle clothes and very light make-up, but she looked and moved as if she could have, at that moment, been wearing a ball-gown.
Daniel's voice cut into Draco's observations as they stopped in front of a door.
"Well, here's your room."
Emma quickly opened the door and turned on the light as they walked in.
"I know it's probably nowhere near what you're used to, but I hope you like it." Emma said.
Draco glanced around the room as he placed his bag on the floor. It was definitely not what he was used to. It was much smaller than his room at Malfoy Manor, but was still larger than most bedrooms. The room had a hardwood floor with a rug that stretched over part of it where a double bed stood. There were a couple of bookcases, a nightstand on each side of his bed, a fair-sized desk, plenty of shelves built into the walls, a large cabinet, and, off to the side of the room, there was a walk-in closet.
He didn't know why, but he was actually surprised that he was being given a room that nice. After a month of being locked in the small, hot, filthy room at the Garron's he hadn't really been expecting anything nicer at his aunt's and uncle's.
"We'll go ahead and let you be." Emma said, "You're probably exhausted and just want to get some sleep. Your bathroom is just down the hall and the second door on the left. Did you want anything before we go? Something to drink or eat?"
Draco shook his head.
"The kitchen is just downstairs, so if you decide later that you want something, please feel free to help yourself."
"And if there is anything you need during the night our room is just down the hall, around the corner and the last door on the right." Daniel said as he and Emma slowly began to step out of the room.
"We're very glad that you're here, Draco. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Draco."
Draco didn't say anything but just watched as his door was closed. He then sat down on the edge of his bed and looked glumly around. This was now to be his room until he turned eighteen. He was to live in this house with those people until he was an adult. As this fact sunk in a terrible wave of homesickness came over him and he would have given anything at that moment to be back home with his mother and father. He quickly pushed these thoughts out of his head as there was nothing he could do about it and he really didn't want to start thinking about his parents and where they were. Instead he stood up and walked to the closed door. Tentatively he reached out his hand and grasped the knob. It turned and he was able to crack his door open. He quickly shut it though as he had only wanted to check to see if they had actually locked it like the Garron's had. He then turned around and decided that it was time for some sleep. He changed and a few minutes after placing his head upon the pillow he was dead asleep.