Name: Hannah-Freya
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Rating: PG so far
Pairing: Will be DM/HrG
Summary: What happens when you're presented with an opportunity to have everything you ever wanted? Would you take it? (NOT SLASH!)
Summary for this part: The search begins...
Part 4The journey to Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire was long, and uneventful, but blessed him with time to think.
He needed to prepare and gather together facts about the 'Dream Team'.
He wanted to spend time with them as Potter. He wanted to know what it felt like to be wanted. To have real, genuine friends.
In order for this to happen though, he would need them to think that he WAS Potter, Harry, he corrected himself- that would be the first step, he would have to train himself to use their names, their first names.
He knew Weasley's name was Ron, but when it came to Granger, he drew a complete blank. He felt a tugging in the back of his mind; it started with 'H'...
No matter, before being sent to Azkaban, his father had compiled a very comprehensive file on each of 'the potter brat's friends', as he had called them. He would spend his summer holidays scouring them and imprinting to memory all of it's facts.
Arriving at the entrance to the Manor, he swept up the grand staircase with the agility of someone who had done so many a time.
He went directly to his Fathers study, found the secret compartment in his desk and selected several thick files which he knew contained information about 'The Boy Who Lived'. He then headed for the eastern wing of the mansion, swept up the stairs, and began trailing his fingers expertly across the wall.
When a soft 'click' sounded, he knew he had found what he was looking for, he touched the tip of his wand to the spot, and a panel on the wall slid open, revealing an opening big enough for a fully grown man to comfortably enter. He slipped through the space and was greeted by darkness. The opening shut behind him, locking him in black oblivion.
He reached out with a hand, and was greeted by a damp, stone wall. He knocked five times, and the room flooded with the light of an unseen torch.
A giant serpent was carved into the stone, but the head was made of metal and proudly jutted forward. The snake's mouth was open, and he placed his right hand inside, resting on the cool metal which served as the floor of it's mouth. The moment he did this, the jaws clamped shut, trapping his hand, up to his wrist inside. The grip was uncomfortably tight, but Draco forced himself to relax, if he moved or tried to pull his hand out of the grip, the jaws would slice his hand off- a booby-trap for any Aurors or unwelcome visitors seeking entrance.
"A Malfoy, purest of pure demands entrance" he intoned
There was a soft groaning of steel, and he tensed, something sharp slid across the palm of his hand, he felt the trickling of blood and his hand was promptly released from the snake's jaws.
The stone wall, and serpent shimmered and vanished, revealing a new room, which, though lit by torches, was still dark and ominous. This room had terrified him as a boy and still succeeded in severely unnerving him.
The Malfoys were great collectors of anything pertaining to dark and powerful magic. These artifacts had always been stored in two places, in this room, and in a room underneath the dining room floor. A tip from one of his fathers friends in the Ministry during his second year warning them of an imminent raid on the Manor had seen the objects of the room below the dining room moved here.
In this room were more dangerous and evil magical objects than every shop in Knockturn Alley put together could boast.
If there was a means to get his end, it would be found in this room.
