This was actually the first fanfic I concieved somewhere around three years ago, it's just taking forever to try to rewrite. As always, pointers and such are welcome, cause I'm still a rookie when it comes to writing. There will be one more chapter to this story, perhaps more if I can think of some more ideas to go with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, so don't sue. I'm just using it for some simple ammusement.
Night had set over the Hogwarts ground with the moon dimly shining on the lake. The days as of lately had all been somewhat dark, with the moon being the only real indication of nightfall. There was no wind blowing this night, leaving the trees in the forest to stand as if at attention. No sound could be heard, not even of the war, but good and evil were fighting, leaving nowhere safe.
A young, blond haired boy was pacing in one of the tallest towers looking out to the forested edge of the grounds. Although he was fresh from his schooling, his eyes showed age far beyond the rest of him, for they had seen much in his few years. His hair was unkept, longish, but not to the point where he would look like some pansy. No, he wouldn't have that. His face had innocence, but he had learned at a young age that being a child only made you weak, and his father would not tolerate weakness.
The entrance to this tower was through a trapdoor found in the centre of the room's floor. There was one window, a small grate for a fire, and a small pile of wood to do so. Pointless, since a fire would only attract attention, but on those cold nights sitting alone in this room, a fire had been quite comforting.
He went to the window and gazed out, taking in what he saw. Calmness. A calm before the storm perhaps, or the eye of a hurricane. The worst was yet to come. But as he gazed, he thought.
Had destiny led him here? Most likely not. For eighteen years he had been raised in a Death Eater home. If destiny was going to lead him anywhere, it was right next to his father. Being here was just some stupid idea, and one he would most likely regret after it was all over. That is, if he was still to be alive when it was done.
All his life, he knew that one day he would be offered a spot with his father, but why had it been such a shock when it happened? And why, after knowing no other way of life, had he run? It was a stupid move, but somehow he had pulled it off. If only his father had spent some more time with him, maybe then he would have known the grounds surrounding Malfoy Manor better. But he didn't, he never made time to spend with him, and so he was able to get away through the many caves in the vast forest.
He could remember his mother calling after him, encouraging him to keep running. She didn't want him to be like his father either, it seemed, but it didn't surprise him. After all, why would his mother want him to be like his father? He killed for no real reason, raped women for his own enjoyment, and abused his family because he could. He was a monster.
His mother. He hated leaving her behind, but he had to get away. He hoped she would one day manage the same thing, but she would have to learn how to get away without magic. His father had a way of knowing any magic that went on within their estate, but had over-looked the simple ways of getting anywhere. Walking seems so pointless when one can fly or apparate, but it could be done almost undetected.
The Malfoy Estate was not a small piece of land, and he had had to travel through it unassisted by magic. Candles he had taken from his room shed some light within the dark caves, but not as much as a simple Lumos charm would have done. Not wanting to risk using magic, he traveled most of the day underground, in the caves. The actual end of the estate he hadn't known, so he traveled as far as he could go in the cover of the caves and trees. When he finally stumbled upon a muggle farm near nightfall, he had apparated to the area around Hogwarts.
When he had arrived, he was surprised to see two Aurors seemingly waiting for him. The one had outrageous orange hair and wore a smile upon her face, while the man with her was rather plain and serious looking. 'Welcome home, Mr. Malfoy,' she had said to him. The man had walked ahead of them through the Hogwarts gates as she put a hand on his shoulder to lead him behind her partner.