Chapter 3
"Sir?...sir?" came a timid little voice. "Mr Malfoy, sir? Are you alright?"
Draco opened his eyes slightly, blinded by the bright light that was shining through the window. "Sir!" cried the elf's voice. "You are alright!"
Draco rolled over onto his back and tried to sit up. "Where am I?" he asked, looking dazed, "how long have I been here?"
"Your in the tower." The house elf answered obediently. "And you have been here for exactly two days."
"What day is it?" Draco asked, his eyes becoming accustomed to the bright sunlight.
"It's September the first." The elf replied.
"It's what!?" Draco cried, quickly snapping out of his dazed state.
A smile spread across the house elf's face. "Don't worry, I have your trunk packed and all your belongings are waiting for you down stairs."
Draco sighed. He got to his feet and walked over to the window, it was a bright sunny day and he could see the house elves outside doing their chores. He saw his trunk sitting on the pavement.
"Are you ready to go, sir?" the elf asked.
"Yes." Draco replied.
The elf walked over to the door and opened it, letting Draco walk in front of him, before closing it with a soft click.
Draco started walking down the stairs. He remembered what had happened and why he had been put up in the tower, and the same question crossed his mind. Why had his mother been killed? Was it an accident or was it deliberate. He had to know and he didn't want to leave until he knew the answer. He did a quick u-turn and headed for his father's study once again. The door was locked. He hammered on it with his fist, but no one answered.
"Where's my father?" Draco asked the house elf, which had obediently followed him.
"Your father left a couple of days ago. After you had been sent to the tower." The elf replied.
"Where's he gone?" Draco asked, looking struck.
"No one knows." The elf answered.
"Well what's happened to my mother?" Draco asked looking more and more upset.
"He took her with him."
Draco was shocked. Why had his father taken Narcissa away? Probably to Voldemort, Draco thought viciously. His father always did what Voldemort wanted. He was Voldemort's slave. But Draco needed answers. Hard, solid proof of where his father had gone and why his mother had been killed.
"Open the door." Draco commanded the house elf.
The elf pulled a big bundle of keys from his pocket and fumbled with them trying to find the right one. He found it, a big brass key with a green snake engraved on the top. The elf walked over and slid the key into the door. With a soft click the door swung open and Draco rushed in. He immediately started rummaging through the paperwork that was littered over the desk. There was nothing even remotely related to Voldemort or Narcissa. Draco roughly pulled open the drawers searching for clues. There was nothing. He turned around to face the elf, disappointment evident on his face.
"Come on sir," the elf said comfortingly. "We really should get to the station."
Draco nodded slowly and together they walked outside.
"Sir?...sir?" came a timid little voice. "Mr Malfoy, sir? Are you alright?"
Draco opened his eyes slightly, blinded by the bright light that was shining through the window. "Sir!" cried the elf's voice. "You are alright!"
Draco rolled over onto his back and tried to sit up. "Where am I?" he asked, looking dazed, "how long have I been here?"
"Your in the tower." The house elf answered obediently. "And you have been here for exactly two days."
"What day is it?" Draco asked, his eyes becoming accustomed to the bright sunlight.
"It's September the first." The elf replied.
"It's what!?" Draco cried, quickly snapping out of his dazed state.
A smile spread across the house elf's face. "Don't worry, I have your trunk packed and all your belongings are waiting for you down stairs."
Draco sighed. He got to his feet and walked over to the window, it was a bright sunny day and he could see the house elves outside doing their chores. He saw his trunk sitting on the pavement.
"Are you ready to go, sir?" the elf asked.
"Yes." Draco replied.
The elf walked over to the door and opened it, letting Draco walk in front of him, before closing it with a soft click.
Draco started walking down the stairs. He remembered what had happened and why he had been put up in the tower, and the same question crossed his mind. Why had his mother been killed? Was it an accident or was it deliberate. He had to know and he didn't want to leave until he knew the answer. He did a quick u-turn and headed for his father's study once again. The door was locked. He hammered on it with his fist, but no one answered.
"Where's my father?" Draco asked the house elf, which had obediently followed him.
"Your father left a couple of days ago. After you had been sent to the tower." The elf replied.
"Where's he gone?" Draco asked, looking struck.
"No one knows." The elf answered.
"Well what's happened to my mother?" Draco asked looking more and more upset.
"He took her with him."
Draco was shocked. Why had his father taken Narcissa away? Probably to Voldemort, Draco thought viciously. His father always did what Voldemort wanted. He was Voldemort's slave. But Draco needed answers. Hard, solid proof of where his father had gone and why his mother had been killed.
"Open the door." Draco commanded the house elf.
The elf pulled a big bundle of keys from his pocket and fumbled with them trying to find the right one. He found it, a big brass key with a green snake engraved on the top. The elf walked over and slid the key into the door. With a soft click the door swung open and Draco rushed in. He immediately started rummaging through the paperwork that was littered over the desk. There was nothing even remotely related to Voldemort or Narcissa. Draco roughly pulled open the drawers searching for clues. There was nothing. He turned around to face the elf, disappointment evident on his face.
"Come on sir," the elf said comfortingly. "We really should get to the station."
Draco nodded slowly and together they walked outside.