The Summer of Hiding
My father was frantic. He was charging through the manor in search of any lost trinket. We were frenzied in the midst of packing to move to a house in which even I didn't know the location. I must admit that I was terrified for my family and what might happen to us should the dark lord find us. It was even too horrible to imagine. I hate to think what he did to traitors.
"Draco!" Father snapped. I turned abruptly from my suitcase. "Are you ready?"
"Just about," I answered quietly.
"Well you have five minutes to finish. Whatever you miss gets left behind," and with that he swept out of the room. I stared at the doorway, out into the open hallway for some time before I resumed my packing and did a once around the room. After I was quite certain I had not left anything I looked around my room forlornly and accepted that I may never see it again.
I walked solemnly with my suitcase through the corridors of Malfoy Manor. I gazed at the bare walls the once had been home to nearly a thousand portraits and paintings. I listened as my shoes echoed off the walls as they hit the stone floor. The entire corridor rang with melancholy. I could almost feel my home sigh as I stepped out the front door and down the steps.
I turned once more to gaze on the best home I had ever had. I remembered my childhood I had spent there. The endless games of hide and seek with my mother and, yes, my father. Many people see him as a harsh man but he was quite a softy. I bet he would threaten to murder me with my last sentence. The servants I would leave behind, many of them had become my good friends. But all good things must come to an end; I just wished it could have been upon happier circumstances.
* * *
Much to my dismay, I wasn't allowed to look out of the carriage and, as we neared our destination, I was told that I had to be put under a sleeping spell, as was my mother. I had protested greatly, but my mother persuaded me with kind and gentle words. In the end I gave in and was basically knocked out with a spell. So we trundled along to god knows where, with me sleeping soundly and, I am sure, drooling.
* * *
I woke up in a room much like the one I had in Malfoy Manor. I was still a little tired from the spell, but I sat bolt upright and regretted it not two seconds later as the blood rushed to or from it, I cannot remember which, causing my head to throb. So I sat there, holding my head, wondering where I was. I considered asking my father but I abandoned the thought almost immediately thinking I would probably get lectured on why it is important to just trust your parents.
* * *
Summer passed without any threats or any problems. I was isolated inside the mansion and I had to find what amusement I could without magic. At one point I was so desperate for something to do I found the "roller skates" my uncle had bought me for my 15th birthday. They are a muggle fad, used to get around places. I had those on and went down the spiral ramp in the far end of the mansion. I nearly broke my neck in the process but I had quite the time doing it!
Another time I was going stir crazy, I found a sled in the attic. Now, let me tell you, a sled and a mansion full of stairs is, or is not, I guess it depends on who one asks, a very good idea. I had the time of my life but I nearly took out mom and dad on several occasions. In the end, they took that too. So, you will not guess what I took up as a hobby… Muggle baking! By hand and everything. No magic! Now, I know many of you may sneer at anything muggle, but it is really quite fun. I had found some cook books in my mother's room while I was helping her unpack.
"What are these?" I had asked eyeing the overly colourful books. She looked up and tried to snatch them away. But I was out of her reach in an instant. "These aren't muggle are they?"
Mother blushed in embarrassment. She bowed her head in defeat. "They are."
I laughed, then immediately felt bad for it. I had to make her feel better. I mean as heartless as I am to Potter, she is my mother.
"Do you…" I began. "Do you think you could teach me how to cook?"
She brightened immensely at my question. "Of course I can." She smiled warmly. I smiled happily.
"Thanks."
"No problem, Draco," she smiled. Then, she swept out of her room to the kitchen to see if we had something to work with to teach me the basics.
* * *
The morning was slightly cold as we neared the fall. It was in the last few weeks of August. I was sleeping soundly. When someone covered my mouth. My eyes snapped open. Lord Voldemort. His hand was over my mouth. He smiled evilly at my futile attempts to get free from his grasp.
"Keep silent and I may yet let you live, young Malfoy," his cruel words were said icily as he lifted me from my bed. He kept his hand over my mouth until he threw me at one of the blacked cloaked people I had just noticed. The second his hand left my mouth I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Father was in my room in an instant. He was shocked at what he saw there. Lord Voldemort and about six black-cloaked people manhandling his only son.
"Leave my son out of this… Your quarrel is with me!" Father shouted.
"No, I don't think I will," Voldemort said thoughtfully. "I prefer to make the stakes high."
At that moment, mother burst into the room. She was out of breath and tears were running down her ashen face.
"Take her as well," Voldemort said coldly.
"Take me if you must but leave my son alone!" Mother said enraged.
"No, the both of you will pay for your husband's folly," Voldemort said as if it didn't faze him that he had to kill two people.
I bit the hand of my holder, who let out an infuriated shout as my teeth sunk into his flesh. As he let go of me, I ran from his clutches.
"Draco- no!" My father shouted. He had his wand out in an instant to stop Voldemort from using a curse on me. But he was too late. Just as Voldemort brought his arm down, mother shielded me with her body and the curse hit her. She fell to the floor. Instantly, I dropped to my knees and pulled her into my arms.
"Narcissa!!" Father shouted as she fell.
"Draco… Luscius…" She whispered. "I'm sorry…"
She wilted in my arms. Her life was gone. I looked up from her to Voldemort. Tears flowed freely down my face.
"You bastard!" I shouted. "You bastard!!!"
"Drastatiany!" Father shouted. A blinding white light shot out of his wand and all six of the black-cloaked figures were frozen. Voldemort looked at his followers, then to father.
"We are not finished yet, Malfoy. Consider this a warning," he sneered and in a flash, he was gone.
Father turned to me, tears flowing down his face; he lifted me from my mother's dead body as I sobbed in protest.
"Come now, Draco," he said quietly embracing me. "Your mom wouldn't want the dark lord to win, now would she? We must be strong for her sake. Can you do something for me?"
I nodded.
"Draco, I want you to go downstairs to the fireplace. Put a handful of the dust on the mantle in the fire, and then say 'Ministry of Magic, Head Auror Daniella Eustace.' Then tell her what happened o.k? Tell her that we have six death eaters trapped in our home. Can you do that, Draco?"
"I can," I left my father and walked slowly out the door. I heard him break down. I heard him cry and ask why. It is a terrible thing, to lose one's spouse.
I ran down the stairs. I entered the family room and grabbed some of the sparkling powder off the mantle. I threw it into the fire.
"Ministry of Magic. Head Auror, Daniella Eustace," I said as steadily as I could. A woman's head appeared in the fireplace.
"Daniella Eustace," she said in a dignified tone.
"It's Draco Malfoy," I said quietly.
"O.k. What's the problem?" She asked concerned.
"Voldemort just killed my mother and my father has six death eaters trapped upstairs," I answered, shocked at the steadiness of my voice. Inside I felt like I was dying.
"Oh my goodness." In a little burst of light, she was standing in our living room.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all characters except for Daniella Eustace. So don't sue, I swear it's not worth it.
A/N: So how was that? Good? I hope you liked it. I had fun writing it this afternoon. Instead of going to the Skilled Trades Fair! Lol… I know it sounds weird to have fun writing tragedy but I like writing. Period. Anyway, please review and Thank you for doing so, just don't flame because if you do I can't write. Thanks again. Luv Gia