Wooooo! I'm on a roll! Dude I'm so excited because I'm going to Australia
this summer and even though it's like four months away I'm so excited!!!!!
And we're getting our passport pictures today and so yeah. Anyways I don't
think I mentioned last chapter that I own a pair of really cool pants, I'm
wearing them right now, but I don't own Harry Potter
(Draco)
Chapter Four: Not too Bad
I had spent the entire day of the 27th pacing around my house, sitting down every five minutes to begin the letter to Dumbledore, then getting back up and pacing. It had to have been at least ten o'clock at night before I sat down and forced myself to write, very simply, that I wanted to join their side. I told him about how my father wanted me to become a Death Eater in exactly one month and how I didn't want to but knew he'd kill me if I told him that.
Dumbledore had told me to meet him that night in muggle London, in a small Café on the west side. He told me he believed me and said he would arrange a secret place to stay, where no one except the other people there would know where I was. When I had asked him where, and he'd said the Weasley's I just stared at him, but who was I to question him? He was already doing me a huge favor by trusting me.
And now, here I am, in my flat with Dumbledore about ready to floo to the Weasley's house.
"Draco, the Weasley's might be a little surprised to see you, so don't expect too warm a welcome." Dumbledore said, picking up the second trunk I had.
"Well, I wouldn't but they don't even know I'm coming?" Well this was just great; they'd probably all curse me the second I stepped out of the fireplace.
"Well, I told them that someone was coming, just not a name." His eyes twinkled and he turned away.
Within five minutes we had gone through to the Weasley's and stepped out of the fireplace.
"MALFOY?!" Ginny Weasley, looking almost as mad as the day I'd ran into her, was standing up with her fists clenched,
"Yes, Weasley, it is I." I tried not to do the evil-death-eater voice. I thought it came out rather nice. Unfortunately no one in the room agreed with me. In fact Potter looked about ready to curse someone. Probably me.
"What is he doing here?! Don't tell me you think he's on our side!" Potter waved his hand at me and looked at Dumbledore like he feared for his sanity.
"Silence." There was immediate silence in the room, and everyone looked raptly at Dumbledore. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy here is on our side and I ask you all to behave civilly towards each other. I have proof that his father wants him to become a Death Eater in less than a month, on the 27th of January. However, Draco chose to write me and tell me that he did not wish to be a part of that. You must trust each other."
There were several people in the room I did not recognize, a fairly tall blonde girl with a red haired Weasley that must have been Bill. A very short, Spanish looking girl under Potter's arm, and a girl sitting very close to the last Weasley, I was guessing this last guy was Charlie. I recognized all the Weasley's, Potter, Granger, and another Gryffindor, Johnson I think, but what was she doing here? Oh, I thought, as one of the Weasley Twins put an arm around her. The blonde girl next to Bill and the brown haired girl next to Charlie and the Spanish girl with Potter all looked a little confused at everyone's outbursts.
"Who are you? Why is everyone freaking out?" the blonde girl asked me. I was surprised at being asked a question directly and answered before Potter could but in.
"I'm Draco Malfoy and everyone is freaking out because I'm the heir of one of Voldemort's most loyal Death Eaters, and they can't fathom that I wouldn't want to follow my snot-nosed father." I told her, Potter snorted disbelievingly. I hadn't meant to put in the whole snot-nosed part but hey, it was true.
She looked like she was contemplating me. Finally she got up from the couch and held out her hand to me.
"I'm Alana VanBuren, nice to meet you." Bill's mouth was open, as he watched his girlfriend fraternize with 'the enemy'.
"Hello, nice to meet you too." I smiled at her; she was the only person in this room about to give me a chance.
"Let me introduce you to everyone, Draco." Dumbledore smiled and started pointing people out, "You've met Alana VanBuren, she's here with Bill Weasley," He pointed at Alana (the blonde girl) and Bill in turn, "Then there's Meg Raymer," Dumbledore pointed at the brown haired girl next to what I had assumed was Charlie, "And Charlie Weasley. That's Percy Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley," these were all people I knew, until he pointed out the Spanish girl, "and Virida Montoya. I believe you know Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Angelina."
Everyone had given slight waves or nods, but the people that had never met me before all smiled and waved happily. At least there were some people willing to give me a chance. When Dumbledore pointed at Angelina, she looked at me in the same way Alana had, then smiled and waved. Jeez, I'd insulted her and her boyfriend countless times! I felt almost bad about it now but I was slightly amazed at how she practically forgave me so quickly.
"and this is Draco Malfoy, everyone." Dumbledore had set down my trunk and shook my hand. "I must be going now but I'm sure you'll all be fine." He paused and looked around with a challenging look on his face, "And I'm sure you'll all get along." He disappeared into fire place.
I felt very exposed. There were fifteen wizards and witches here, most of which have hated me for years, and the rest have hatred my father at least. Alana had made me feel a lot better about the whole situation, like there was a little hope for me to live through the next five minutes. Most people here, especially Potter and Ginny, looked about ready to curse me, right there.
The awkward silence was broken by a slightly amused voice. "Don't call me Virida, call me Vi." Virida, or rather, Vi walked up to me and shook my hand. She looked on the verge of laughing, but I couldn't find anything funny about the situation.
"What's so funny?" Fred Weasley said. He hadn't taken his arm from around Angelina, so I could still tell who he was.
Evidently, Vi couldn't handle whatever was funny anymore and collapsed onto the couch next to a bewildered Potter. "It's just... you all..." she gasped, "look like you're going to kill each other." She chuckled for a moment more before speaking again. "He seems perfectly nice to me!"
"You didn't go to school with that bastard for seven years, Vi." Potter looked like he didn't know whether to laugh or glare at me.
I opened my mouth to say something but, what was I supposed to say? I'm sorry for being an ass hole the entire time I knew you? I'm sorry my father is the evil bastard that's responsible for killing your godfather and the man my father serves killed your parents? No, I didn't that would go over too well.
I decided to kind of joke about it. "I agree with Vi." I smiled halfheartedly, and Potter glared at me for addressing his girlfriend. Bill on the other hand, stood up and shrugged.
"Well, if he's willing to go against his father, then good on him! I trust Dumbledore about it, so let's just not kill each other at least." Ahh! Here we go! Another one!
I held out my hand to Bill and he shook it, smiling warmly at me. Percy stood up and held out his hand to me. I shook his too, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley did the same, and Charlie after them. In a few minutes I'd shaken everyone's hands except Potter's and little Weasley's (Ginny's). I assumed Ginny Weasley was still fuming about our last encounter, which hadn't gone to well.
"So... could I put my stuff away?" I tried my very hardest to sound as nice as possible.
Molly Weasley spoke first, "Yes! Yes, Ginny take one of his trunks and show him to his room." Molly looked rather stiff.
"Thank you Mrs. Weasley." I smiled at her and hoped to make a better impression later.
Ginny was in a silent fury and kicked my trunk before picking it up, showing a lot more strength than I would have predicted from such a small looking body. I decided saying anything would greatly risk my health so I stayed silent as I followed her up the stairs with one of my trunks.
"Your room." She dropped the trunk in the doorway and turned around to leave but I stopped her.
"Hey, look-"
"No! Don't even start! I don't want to hear about it, you're lucky you're even allowed to stay here!" She turned once again to leave.
"No! wait! I'm sorry about that one time, I didn't mean to run into you, and I didn't mean to be such a bastard about it... just... wanted to say that. Thank you." I stopped. Where oh where were my powers of smoothness when I needed them?
To say the least, she looked suspicious. "Okay... you're welcome. Dinner's in two hours. Don't be late." She gave a small wave and walked down the stairs.
I let out a breath. I was alive! This was good! I decided to put my stuff away and I kicked the trunk out of the doorway, out of the way of the door so I could close it. There was a small but comfortable looking bed in the right hand corner across from me and a window to the left of it. A dresser and a closet were on the left wall next to me and another window on the wall to the right. I dropped the trunk I had been holding and opened it. It put the muggle clothes into the first drawer of the dresser (that's all the clothes I had) and hung up a few pairs of robes in the closet.
As I lifted up the last shirt from the depths of the trunk I stopped short. The shirt fell from my hands and I picked up the medium sized, square photo album with a handsome blue cover. These were pictures from along time ago. I opened to the first page and smiled reminiscently at the picture of me and my entire family, even Cerise, in America when I was seven. We'd arrived in New York, and actually driven across the whole damned country to California, our longest stop in between being in Yellowstone National Forest, in Wyoming, where this picture had been taken. The picture had been taken with a muggle 'disposable camera' so nobody was moving, just standing there and smiling happily forever, unaware of what would start happening in a few short years.
There were pictures of us in Scotland, the Quidditch World Cup along time ago, which I barely remembered, and just at our home in England. Most of the pictures taken at the manor had been developed the wizard's way so I watched the miniature figures of my family play hide and go seek, have picnics on the front lawn, throw snowballs at each other and draw quietly. We were at the beach, in the woods, throwing food at each other, and just smiling happily. My hair in the pictures was loose and down to my ears, which made me look a whole lot more friendly I realized.
I shook my head. This was just making me feel worse, I needed to finish unpacking. I put the album in the third drawer down and then opened the second drawer and started putting the contents of my second suitcase in it. It was mainly books, and potion ingredients from Hogwarts that I'd probably never use again.
I sat down on the bed and started reading a book, to pass the time until dinner. I slowly started to read, but couldn't focus and started reading lines over again. I tried to keep my eyes open but I very slowly started to drift off.
I was in a dark graveyard, surrounded by the sad grey figures of tomb stones and graceful sculptures of angels. The silence was ringing in my ears and I was surrounded by black hooded figures with masks completely covering their faces. Death Eaters. I realized this must be my ceremony to join them but the very far back depths of my mind told me I was dreaming. This had to be a dream! It was still January! I shook my shoulders and jumped up and down, smacked my face and pinched my arm, anything to get myself to wake up.
"Draco, what are you doing? You disgrace me with your foolishness." The unkind, unwelcome, but all too familiar voice resounded around me, surrounding me, drowning everything else out.
"What is this? Where am I?" I asked, knowing the answer. This was Tom Riddle's grave site, where I knew plenty dark activities went on.
"You fool. You know what this is. You're trapped, caught forever in the web I have entrapped us in, never to escape. This is your destiny. No turning to the light side, no joining forces with anybody else, no doing good deeds and trying to stop the dark side. Your sister gone, father as good as gone, mother sad and lonely, and you left almost all alone in the world, with no friends. You have betrayed the people you grew up to rub shoulders with, and have no trust from the ones you now join with, leaving you in the middle of nowhere in what is to be the biggest war between good and evil there will ever be. No one is on your side, even the people who you chose to join sides with."
As the voice changed from my fathers and into an even colder, more evil voice, I started running blindly. "No! Dumbledore trusts me! He believes me! He's on my side! I have frien-" I stopped though. I didn't have friends. My stomach turned over in anguish, will this dream never end?
Through the grass and tombstones, the voice followed me, haunted me, jeered me and chased me. I looked behind me, trying to see how the voice was still so close to my ears, even though I was running as fast as I could. In the moment I wasn't looking at the ground in front of me, I tripped and fell, and my head bashed into a gravestone.
I sat straight up in bed, or rather the floor with all the blankets wrapped around me. Ginny Weasley was kneeling next to me, looking... concerned? No, it couldn't be possible. Almost the second I looked her in the eye the look was gone and she stood up and spoke.
"Are you okay? What was that dream about?" She looked at me curiously, but not harshly like she had been.
For one of the first times in my life, I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. "Um... well nothing really, just a bad dream... sorry... did I disturb you?" I hastily stood up and threw the blankets onto the bed. Ginny stood there and looked like she was contemplating me, trying to get into my thoughts. I stared back at her, still rather hot around the neck. She's really pretty, I thought. Whoa! That was the weirdest thought ever. But before I could think about that more, she seemed to have come to a decision, and she smiled at me.
"No, I was coming to tell you dinner is ready, we're having spaghetti and meatballs, and my mom's spaghetti is fabulous, you'll love it." Her cold hatred towards me seemed to have been set aside, at least for now, in the situation that we had to live in the same house.
"Thank you; I'll just... come down then." Argh! Why did I feel so stupid!? I reached up and brushed away a strand of hair. Wait a minute... my hair was loose! I guess the spell that I used had decided to wear off while I was sleeping, and my hair was back down to my ears.
Ginny looked slightly amused, which just served the purpose of embarrassing me more. "You do that." She turned on her heel and walked out of the room, proceeding down the stairs and, I assumed, into the kitchen.
Well, this was going to be an interesting dinner. Three minutes later I was seated at the table with Bill on one side and Meg on the other, with Ginny in front of me.
"Well, Mal- Draco I mean, what kind of sauce do you want, alfredo or tomato?" Yay! They had Alfredo sauce! That was my favorite.
"I'll take some alfredo, thank you Mrs. Weasley." Mrs. Weasley scooped sauce onto the pasta and rolled some meatballs on top, then handed it to me.
"No, no dear call me Molly, please." She smiled as she scooped someone else's pasta and went on. "That's so odd, Ginny is the only other one in the whole family that likes alfredo, I usually don't even bother to make it."
"Well you're all crazy, alfredo is the best!" Ginny was already eating, shoveling actually. I don't think I'd ever seen anyone eat like that. It was actually quite funny.
"So, Draco. If you want to tell us, what exactly made you come to our side?" Bill asked, taking a bite of bread and butter. I was surprised he asked this, for some reason.
"What exactly? I can't say what exactly but there were lots of things, little things, big things, things that had nothing to do with me, yet they did, because my father was a part of it." I wasn't sure this was making sense but I figured there was no turning back now. "My father used to be a lot more normal... father figure. I'm sure none of you remember him that way because by the time he got into the ministry he was already changed but my father used to be really loving. Believe it or not Voldemort ruined my family too. I don't know how the man- thing actually- did it, but he did and I don't even know my father anymore. Nor does he know me. Because of that man that lives in my old house, I haven't spoken to my sister in nine years, and my mother is almost constantly scared."
Whoa I felt stupid beyond measure how corny could you get?! These people probably thought that was totally rehearsed! I stared at my plate and waited for someone to start laughing, or accuse me of lying. I waited for anything.
"I'm sorry, that's horrible. Do you know where your sister is?" Percy said, looking on at me with an interested expression.
"No, she left when she was sixteen, and I was nine. I haven't seen or heard from her since." As I looked up and around the table I realized no one thought I was lying or feeding them a line. They had looks of varying degrees of sympathy, sadness, or even anger.
To my great surprise, Potter spoke to me. "Well, Malf- Draco, I'm very sorry about your sister, I hope you find her someday." Potter immediately looked down at his food, and Vi grinned at him and slapped him on the back.
"Ah! Here we go! I'm just so-" Vi gave a pretend sob, "proud of you! You've put aside all the pointless hate!" She put her hand over her heart in mock delight. Everyone laughed, including me, and I felt a whole lot more at ease with the situation.
"Yeah, I'm sorry mate, I wish you the best of luck with finding her. More meatballs?" These people just kept surprising me! Ron had just sincerely apologized to me, about something that he knew almost nothing about. Most of the people I knew would hold grudges for decades, about stupid things too. Some of the things I'd done to Ron and his friends weren't stupid.
"Sure, thanks. These are great Molly."
The rest of the meal went well, I was smiling almost the whole time and talking among all the people, even the people I'd 'hated' for seven years. I talked mostly to Ginny and Percy though, and after a while I realized it was probably because everyone else had boyfriends or girlfriends or fiancés or the like. George didn't, but he was at the other end of the table.
That night I went to my room stuffed and content, but thinking about something I hadn't contemplated in along time. I had no idea where my sister Cerise was, and even though I tried to push the thought to the back of my head, I didn't even know if she was alive. For years after she left I thought up wild plans to try and get her back, but after awhile I just kept thinking I'd do it when I was older. And now that I was older I couldn't think of a single way to try and track her down. I didn't know anyone she might have stayed with, any of her friends or contacts; I don't know what kind of job she might have... nothing.
There was a soft knock at the door and I got off my bed to open it. I was surprised to see Ginny standing there with an extra blanket in her arms, her head barely visible over the quilted masses.
"Oh... hi." I opened the door wider and she walked through, dropping the blanket on my bed.
"Hi, I came to give you an extra blanket 'cause it's getting even colder lately." She stood there awkwardly for a second, then went to leave.
"No!" I didn't know why I said it in the first place but having company sounded good at the moment. "You don't have to go... if you don't want to."
"Oh, well right then. How are you?" She was still standing in the doorway, poised to leave, but as she said that she relaxed and stepped a pace into the room.
"About the same as I was five minutes ago. How about you" I joked around.
She laughed. "Yeah I'm good too. So... what's your sister's name?" she said carefully, almost like she expected me to blow up.
"Cerise. But for all I know she's changed her name so I can't think of any way to track her down. I was actually just thinking about that." I replied, sitting down on one of two chairs I magicked up. "You can sit down if ya want to."
"What did she look like?" Ginny did sit down, with one leg tucked under her and her arms in the front pocket of her hoodie.
"She was pretty tall for her age, with hair the same color as mine that went to about her chin, and she always did it kind of spiky in a way. She had blue eyes though, instead of grey or whatever mine are." I scratched my chin. "But again, I'm sure that's changed in the last nine years."
"You're eyes are blue though.... That's odd. I would have sworn they were grey." She leaned forward in her chair and looked into my eyes. She sat back quickly though, seemingly realizing what she had been doing. I'd noticed her own eyes were a very dark brown, but very bright. I could almost tell what she was thinking, something I'd discovered during dinner.
"Anyways, I'd better... go to bed. I hope you find your sister, and good night." And before I could say anything else, Ginny strode out of the room, closing the door behind her.
A few minutes later as I got under the extra covers Ginny had brought in, I thought about the people I'd met and the people I'd re-met tonight. The last conscious thought I had before I slipped into a warm, contented sleep was "They're really not too bad."
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(Draco)
Chapter Four: Not too Bad
I had spent the entire day of the 27th pacing around my house, sitting down every five minutes to begin the letter to Dumbledore, then getting back up and pacing. It had to have been at least ten o'clock at night before I sat down and forced myself to write, very simply, that I wanted to join their side. I told him about how my father wanted me to become a Death Eater in exactly one month and how I didn't want to but knew he'd kill me if I told him that.
Dumbledore had told me to meet him that night in muggle London, in a small Café on the west side. He told me he believed me and said he would arrange a secret place to stay, where no one except the other people there would know where I was. When I had asked him where, and he'd said the Weasley's I just stared at him, but who was I to question him? He was already doing me a huge favor by trusting me.
And now, here I am, in my flat with Dumbledore about ready to floo to the Weasley's house.
"Draco, the Weasley's might be a little surprised to see you, so don't expect too warm a welcome." Dumbledore said, picking up the second trunk I had.
"Well, I wouldn't but they don't even know I'm coming?" Well this was just great; they'd probably all curse me the second I stepped out of the fireplace.
"Well, I told them that someone was coming, just not a name." His eyes twinkled and he turned away.
Within five minutes we had gone through to the Weasley's and stepped out of the fireplace.
"MALFOY?!" Ginny Weasley, looking almost as mad as the day I'd ran into her, was standing up with her fists clenched,
"Yes, Weasley, it is I." I tried not to do the evil-death-eater voice. I thought it came out rather nice. Unfortunately no one in the room agreed with me. In fact Potter looked about ready to curse someone. Probably me.
"What is he doing here?! Don't tell me you think he's on our side!" Potter waved his hand at me and looked at Dumbledore like he feared for his sanity.
"Silence." There was immediate silence in the room, and everyone looked raptly at Dumbledore. "Yes, Mr. Malfoy here is on our side and I ask you all to behave civilly towards each other. I have proof that his father wants him to become a Death Eater in less than a month, on the 27th of January. However, Draco chose to write me and tell me that he did not wish to be a part of that. You must trust each other."
There were several people in the room I did not recognize, a fairly tall blonde girl with a red haired Weasley that must have been Bill. A very short, Spanish looking girl under Potter's arm, and a girl sitting very close to the last Weasley, I was guessing this last guy was Charlie. I recognized all the Weasley's, Potter, Granger, and another Gryffindor, Johnson I think, but what was she doing here? Oh, I thought, as one of the Weasley Twins put an arm around her. The blonde girl next to Bill and the brown haired girl next to Charlie and the Spanish girl with Potter all looked a little confused at everyone's outbursts.
"Who are you? Why is everyone freaking out?" the blonde girl asked me. I was surprised at being asked a question directly and answered before Potter could but in.
"I'm Draco Malfoy and everyone is freaking out because I'm the heir of one of Voldemort's most loyal Death Eaters, and they can't fathom that I wouldn't want to follow my snot-nosed father." I told her, Potter snorted disbelievingly. I hadn't meant to put in the whole snot-nosed part but hey, it was true.
She looked like she was contemplating me. Finally she got up from the couch and held out her hand to me.
"I'm Alana VanBuren, nice to meet you." Bill's mouth was open, as he watched his girlfriend fraternize with 'the enemy'.
"Hello, nice to meet you too." I smiled at her; she was the only person in this room about to give me a chance.
"Let me introduce you to everyone, Draco." Dumbledore smiled and started pointing people out, "You've met Alana VanBuren, she's here with Bill Weasley," He pointed at Alana (the blonde girl) and Bill in turn, "Then there's Meg Raymer," Dumbledore pointed at the brown haired girl next to what I had assumed was Charlie, "And Charlie Weasley. That's Percy Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley," these were all people I knew, until he pointed out the Spanish girl, "and Virida Montoya. I believe you know Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Angelina."
Everyone had given slight waves or nods, but the people that had never met me before all smiled and waved happily. At least there were some people willing to give me a chance. When Dumbledore pointed at Angelina, she looked at me in the same way Alana had, then smiled and waved. Jeez, I'd insulted her and her boyfriend countless times! I felt almost bad about it now but I was slightly amazed at how she practically forgave me so quickly.
"and this is Draco Malfoy, everyone." Dumbledore had set down my trunk and shook my hand. "I must be going now but I'm sure you'll all be fine." He paused and looked around with a challenging look on his face, "And I'm sure you'll all get along." He disappeared into fire place.
I felt very exposed. There were fifteen wizards and witches here, most of which have hated me for years, and the rest have hatred my father at least. Alana had made me feel a lot better about the whole situation, like there was a little hope for me to live through the next five minutes. Most people here, especially Potter and Ginny, looked about ready to curse me, right there.
The awkward silence was broken by a slightly amused voice. "Don't call me Virida, call me Vi." Virida, or rather, Vi walked up to me and shook my hand. She looked on the verge of laughing, but I couldn't find anything funny about the situation.
"What's so funny?" Fred Weasley said. He hadn't taken his arm from around Angelina, so I could still tell who he was.
Evidently, Vi couldn't handle whatever was funny anymore and collapsed onto the couch next to a bewildered Potter. "It's just... you all..." she gasped, "look like you're going to kill each other." She chuckled for a moment more before speaking again. "He seems perfectly nice to me!"
"You didn't go to school with that bastard for seven years, Vi." Potter looked like he didn't know whether to laugh or glare at me.
I opened my mouth to say something but, what was I supposed to say? I'm sorry for being an ass hole the entire time I knew you? I'm sorry my father is the evil bastard that's responsible for killing your godfather and the man my father serves killed your parents? No, I didn't that would go over too well.
I decided to kind of joke about it. "I agree with Vi." I smiled halfheartedly, and Potter glared at me for addressing his girlfriend. Bill on the other hand, stood up and shrugged.
"Well, if he's willing to go against his father, then good on him! I trust Dumbledore about it, so let's just not kill each other at least." Ahh! Here we go! Another one!
I held out my hand to Bill and he shook it, smiling warmly at me. Percy stood up and held out his hand to me. I shook his too, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley did the same, and Charlie after them. In a few minutes I'd shaken everyone's hands except Potter's and little Weasley's (Ginny's). I assumed Ginny Weasley was still fuming about our last encounter, which hadn't gone to well.
"So... could I put my stuff away?" I tried my very hardest to sound as nice as possible.
Molly Weasley spoke first, "Yes! Yes, Ginny take one of his trunks and show him to his room." Molly looked rather stiff.
"Thank you Mrs. Weasley." I smiled at her and hoped to make a better impression later.
Ginny was in a silent fury and kicked my trunk before picking it up, showing a lot more strength than I would have predicted from such a small looking body. I decided saying anything would greatly risk my health so I stayed silent as I followed her up the stairs with one of my trunks.
"Your room." She dropped the trunk in the doorway and turned around to leave but I stopped her.
"Hey, look-"
"No! Don't even start! I don't want to hear about it, you're lucky you're even allowed to stay here!" She turned once again to leave.
"No! wait! I'm sorry about that one time, I didn't mean to run into you, and I didn't mean to be such a bastard about it... just... wanted to say that. Thank you." I stopped. Where oh where were my powers of smoothness when I needed them?
To say the least, she looked suspicious. "Okay... you're welcome. Dinner's in two hours. Don't be late." She gave a small wave and walked down the stairs.
I let out a breath. I was alive! This was good! I decided to put my stuff away and I kicked the trunk out of the doorway, out of the way of the door so I could close it. There was a small but comfortable looking bed in the right hand corner across from me and a window to the left of it. A dresser and a closet were on the left wall next to me and another window on the wall to the right. I dropped the trunk I had been holding and opened it. It put the muggle clothes into the first drawer of the dresser (that's all the clothes I had) and hung up a few pairs of robes in the closet.
As I lifted up the last shirt from the depths of the trunk I stopped short. The shirt fell from my hands and I picked up the medium sized, square photo album with a handsome blue cover. These were pictures from along time ago. I opened to the first page and smiled reminiscently at the picture of me and my entire family, even Cerise, in America when I was seven. We'd arrived in New York, and actually driven across the whole damned country to California, our longest stop in between being in Yellowstone National Forest, in Wyoming, where this picture had been taken. The picture had been taken with a muggle 'disposable camera' so nobody was moving, just standing there and smiling happily forever, unaware of what would start happening in a few short years.
There were pictures of us in Scotland, the Quidditch World Cup along time ago, which I barely remembered, and just at our home in England. Most of the pictures taken at the manor had been developed the wizard's way so I watched the miniature figures of my family play hide and go seek, have picnics on the front lawn, throw snowballs at each other and draw quietly. We were at the beach, in the woods, throwing food at each other, and just smiling happily. My hair in the pictures was loose and down to my ears, which made me look a whole lot more friendly I realized.
I shook my head. This was just making me feel worse, I needed to finish unpacking. I put the album in the third drawer down and then opened the second drawer and started putting the contents of my second suitcase in it. It was mainly books, and potion ingredients from Hogwarts that I'd probably never use again.
I sat down on the bed and started reading a book, to pass the time until dinner. I slowly started to read, but couldn't focus and started reading lines over again. I tried to keep my eyes open but I very slowly started to drift off.
I was in a dark graveyard, surrounded by the sad grey figures of tomb stones and graceful sculptures of angels. The silence was ringing in my ears and I was surrounded by black hooded figures with masks completely covering their faces. Death Eaters. I realized this must be my ceremony to join them but the very far back depths of my mind told me I was dreaming. This had to be a dream! It was still January! I shook my shoulders and jumped up and down, smacked my face and pinched my arm, anything to get myself to wake up.
"Draco, what are you doing? You disgrace me with your foolishness." The unkind, unwelcome, but all too familiar voice resounded around me, surrounding me, drowning everything else out.
"What is this? Where am I?" I asked, knowing the answer. This was Tom Riddle's grave site, where I knew plenty dark activities went on.
"You fool. You know what this is. You're trapped, caught forever in the web I have entrapped us in, never to escape. This is your destiny. No turning to the light side, no joining forces with anybody else, no doing good deeds and trying to stop the dark side. Your sister gone, father as good as gone, mother sad and lonely, and you left almost all alone in the world, with no friends. You have betrayed the people you grew up to rub shoulders with, and have no trust from the ones you now join with, leaving you in the middle of nowhere in what is to be the biggest war between good and evil there will ever be. No one is on your side, even the people who you chose to join sides with."
As the voice changed from my fathers and into an even colder, more evil voice, I started running blindly. "No! Dumbledore trusts me! He believes me! He's on my side! I have frien-" I stopped though. I didn't have friends. My stomach turned over in anguish, will this dream never end?
Through the grass and tombstones, the voice followed me, haunted me, jeered me and chased me. I looked behind me, trying to see how the voice was still so close to my ears, even though I was running as fast as I could. In the moment I wasn't looking at the ground in front of me, I tripped and fell, and my head bashed into a gravestone.
I sat straight up in bed, or rather the floor with all the blankets wrapped around me. Ginny Weasley was kneeling next to me, looking... concerned? No, it couldn't be possible. Almost the second I looked her in the eye the look was gone and she stood up and spoke.
"Are you okay? What was that dream about?" She looked at me curiously, but not harshly like she had been.
For one of the first times in my life, I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. "Um... well nothing really, just a bad dream... sorry... did I disturb you?" I hastily stood up and threw the blankets onto the bed. Ginny stood there and looked like she was contemplating me, trying to get into my thoughts. I stared back at her, still rather hot around the neck. She's really pretty, I thought. Whoa! That was the weirdest thought ever. But before I could think about that more, she seemed to have come to a decision, and she smiled at me.
"No, I was coming to tell you dinner is ready, we're having spaghetti and meatballs, and my mom's spaghetti is fabulous, you'll love it." Her cold hatred towards me seemed to have been set aside, at least for now, in the situation that we had to live in the same house.
"Thank you; I'll just... come down then." Argh! Why did I feel so stupid!? I reached up and brushed away a strand of hair. Wait a minute... my hair was loose! I guess the spell that I used had decided to wear off while I was sleeping, and my hair was back down to my ears.
Ginny looked slightly amused, which just served the purpose of embarrassing me more. "You do that." She turned on her heel and walked out of the room, proceeding down the stairs and, I assumed, into the kitchen.
Well, this was going to be an interesting dinner. Three minutes later I was seated at the table with Bill on one side and Meg on the other, with Ginny in front of me.
"Well, Mal- Draco I mean, what kind of sauce do you want, alfredo or tomato?" Yay! They had Alfredo sauce! That was my favorite.
"I'll take some alfredo, thank you Mrs. Weasley." Mrs. Weasley scooped sauce onto the pasta and rolled some meatballs on top, then handed it to me.
"No, no dear call me Molly, please." She smiled as she scooped someone else's pasta and went on. "That's so odd, Ginny is the only other one in the whole family that likes alfredo, I usually don't even bother to make it."
"Well you're all crazy, alfredo is the best!" Ginny was already eating, shoveling actually. I don't think I'd ever seen anyone eat like that. It was actually quite funny.
"So, Draco. If you want to tell us, what exactly made you come to our side?" Bill asked, taking a bite of bread and butter. I was surprised he asked this, for some reason.
"What exactly? I can't say what exactly but there were lots of things, little things, big things, things that had nothing to do with me, yet they did, because my father was a part of it." I wasn't sure this was making sense but I figured there was no turning back now. "My father used to be a lot more normal... father figure. I'm sure none of you remember him that way because by the time he got into the ministry he was already changed but my father used to be really loving. Believe it or not Voldemort ruined my family too. I don't know how the man- thing actually- did it, but he did and I don't even know my father anymore. Nor does he know me. Because of that man that lives in my old house, I haven't spoken to my sister in nine years, and my mother is almost constantly scared."
Whoa I felt stupid beyond measure how corny could you get?! These people probably thought that was totally rehearsed! I stared at my plate and waited for someone to start laughing, or accuse me of lying. I waited for anything.
"I'm sorry, that's horrible. Do you know where your sister is?" Percy said, looking on at me with an interested expression.
"No, she left when she was sixteen, and I was nine. I haven't seen or heard from her since." As I looked up and around the table I realized no one thought I was lying or feeding them a line. They had looks of varying degrees of sympathy, sadness, or even anger.
To my great surprise, Potter spoke to me. "Well, Malf- Draco, I'm very sorry about your sister, I hope you find her someday." Potter immediately looked down at his food, and Vi grinned at him and slapped him on the back.
"Ah! Here we go! I'm just so-" Vi gave a pretend sob, "proud of you! You've put aside all the pointless hate!" She put her hand over her heart in mock delight. Everyone laughed, including me, and I felt a whole lot more at ease with the situation.
"Yeah, I'm sorry mate, I wish you the best of luck with finding her. More meatballs?" These people just kept surprising me! Ron had just sincerely apologized to me, about something that he knew almost nothing about. Most of the people I knew would hold grudges for decades, about stupid things too. Some of the things I'd done to Ron and his friends weren't stupid.
"Sure, thanks. These are great Molly."
The rest of the meal went well, I was smiling almost the whole time and talking among all the people, even the people I'd 'hated' for seven years. I talked mostly to Ginny and Percy though, and after a while I realized it was probably because everyone else had boyfriends or girlfriends or fiancés or the like. George didn't, but he was at the other end of the table.
That night I went to my room stuffed and content, but thinking about something I hadn't contemplated in along time. I had no idea where my sister Cerise was, and even though I tried to push the thought to the back of my head, I didn't even know if she was alive. For years after she left I thought up wild plans to try and get her back, but after awhile I just kept thinking I'd do it when I was older. And now that I was older I couldn't think of a single way to try and track her down. I didn't know anyone she might have stayed with, any of her friends or contacts; I don't know what kind of job she might have... nothing.
There was a soft knock at the door and I got off my bed to open it. I was surprised to see Ginny standing there with an extra blanket in her arms, her head barely visible over the quilted masses.
"Oh... hi." I opened the door wider and she walked through, dropping the blanket on my bed.
"Hi, I came to give you an extra blanket 'cause it's getting even colder lately." She stood there awkwardly for a second, then went to leave.
"No!" I didn't know why I said it in the first place but having company sounded good at the moment. "You don't have to go... if you don't want to."
"Oh, well right then. How are you?" She was still standing in the doorway, poised to leave, but as she said that she relaxed and stepped a pace into the room.
"About the same as I was five minutes ago. How about you" I joked around.
She laughed. "Yeah I'm good too. So... what's your sister's name?" she said carefully, almost like she expected me to blow up.
"Cerise. But for all I know she's changed her name so I can't think of any way to track her down. I was actually just thinking about that." I replied, sitting down on one of two chairs I magicked up. "You can sit down if ya want to."
"What did she look like?" Ginny did sit down, with one leg tucked under her and her arms in the front pocket of her hoodie.
"She was pretty tall for her age, with hair the same color as mine that went to about her chin, and she always did it kind of spiky in a way. She had blue eyes though, instead of grey or whatever mine are." I scratched my chin. "But again, I'm sure that's changed in the last nine years."
"You're eyes are blue though.... That's odd. I would have sworn they were grey." She leaned forward in her chair and looked into my eyes. She sat back quickly though, seemingly realizing what she had been doing. I'd noticed her own eyes were a very dark brown, but very bright. I could almost tell what she was thinking, something I'd discovered during dinner.
"Anyways, I'd better... go to bed. I hope you find your sister, and good night." And before I could say anything else, Ginny strode out of the room, closing the door behind her.
A few minutes later as I got under the extra covers Ginny had brought in, I thought about the people I'd met and the people I'd re-met tonight. The last conscious thought I had before I slipped into a warm, contented sleep was "They're really not too bad."
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