Title: The Dragon
Pendant
Chapter: Two
Author: DaemonGirl or aka
Phoenix
Rating: bordering between R and NC-17 for sexual
relations and violence, maybe language.
Disclaimer: I do not
own Harry Potter and Co, just borrowing them for a little while then
putting them back where they belong. I also do not own any songs
mentioned either.
When Harry arrived at
the Burrow, he was greeted by most of the Weasley family, Mr.
Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George, and Charlie who
was home visiting. They all hugged him or shook his hand glad to see
that he survived another bout with the Dursley's.
Hermione was
overjoyed to see him. She squealed and gave him a hug that almost
knocked him over. "I missed you too, but can you release your
grip, I am having trouble breathing." He tried to remove his
friend of almost seven without much success, but he did manage to get
her to loosen up her grip.
"I have been so worried about
you. I mean, no one has heard from you since we left school. Then you
show up almost unannounced. Then. and, and." she stammered
squeezing him tighter again, then finally letting go.
"I
know," replied Harry, looking a little haggard from his trip.
"The Dursley's are getting worse every summer. This is the worst
summer yet." He sighed. He did not want his friends and almost
family know what really had happened to him. He preferred to keep
that too himself. He did need any more sympathy then he already got
from them. It made him feel awful. "Probably," he
continued, "because they don't want me to come back next summer.
Seeing how I am old enough to be support myself according to muggle
law and whatnot."
Mrs. Weasley came over to him and
latched on to Harry, "Oh, you poor dear," she fretted,
"what will you do without a family to go home to during the
summer holiday next year?"
"Oh, Molly, you worry too
much," Arthur said looking at her with a sly grin. "Things
have a weird way of working themselves out." He then looked at
Harry with a serious expression on his face and told him "If you
can't find a place to stay by graduation, you can come stay with us
until you can get on your feet and find a place to call your own.
Lets just say it would be a graduation present from us to
you."
Harry was dumbfounded. He stammered, "Thanks
Mr. And Mrs. Weasley." He still couldn't believe his luck in
having such wonderful friends, and those friends having such a
wonderful family.
"Please, Harry dear, call us mom and
dad," said Molly. "It's like you are already part of the
family."
Harry smiled and replied, "of course, mom."
He finally felt at home.
Draco, on the other hand,
was being sent to his bedroom again without any food because his
father had seemed to find fault of some kind with him. What that
fault was, Draco did not know nor did he care to know what that fault
was. All he knew was that his father was more heartless then usual
this summer.
"I cannot stand this stupid insolence from
you Draco," Lucius yelled. "You disgrace the Malfoy name,"
he spat. "I want to know the truth right now, I have given you
the best of everything. I have even had to bribe some of your
teachers, but still, you are an inconsiderate brat as well as a
spineless bastard."
Draco just looked down at the floor,
wishing he were some place else besides here in his father's study
listening to him rant and rave about how a pureblood should act. He
was also tired of being ridiculed for not being good enough, about
how a mudblood like Hermione Granger was better then he was at
everything.
"No she isn't, Father," Draco thought to
himself. "She isn't well adapted to taking a verbal abuse and
the physical beatings that you have given me. I can't even remember a
time when you praised me or even encouraged me for doing something to
your liking. Using all those curses to try to teach me a lesson has
only taught me one thing, to resent you and everything you stand
for." He rolled his eyes at this thought.
Lucius seen
this and bellowed in rage, "Don't you dare roll your eyes at me,
boy! I want you to go to your room now! I do not want to see you for
the rest of the summer holiday, because if I do, you will wish you
were never born."
"Too late for that," Draco
thought as he started to get up to leave.
"Oh, by the way
Draco," Lucius said in an oily voice, suddenly changing his
manner and trying to sound sincere. "Think about joining the
Dark Lord. It would do you some good and may be help you grow a
spine."
"Yes, Father," replied Draco, "I'll
think about it." Then he thought, "join the Dark Lord, are
you kidding me. I would rather be dead and feed to werewolves then
join him!"
As Draco was about to open the door, Lucius
told Draco, "Don't give me another reason not to disown you. It
wouldn't look good for the Malfoy name."
"Yes,
Father"
Draco left the room. He muttered under his breath
all the way to his room, " join the Dark Lord! What does he
think I am, crazy? If he really cared about what I wanted he wouldn't
do this to me. He would let me be who I want to be and not some
replica of him, a spineless bastard. Then again he is a selfish
arrogant bastard who is the one who doesn't have the spine. Who is
the one who has a master that he goes crawling to when summoned. Who
licks the slime off their master's shoe? Who is the one who controls
his actions? Not Lucius that is for sure, but Voldemort."
When
he reached his room, he slammed the door behind him. He was sure that
it could be heard throughout the house, but he didn't care. He wanted
his father to know just how angry he was. Draco did not like being
treated like a puppet. He wanted to be treated like a human
being.
With an exasperated sigh he threw himself down on his
bed, wondering how he was going to spend the next four weeks avoiding
his father.
