Draco sat stiffly on his window sill at Malfoy Manor. It had been nearly
over a year since his father had escaped Azkaban and gone with the other
death eaters to join Lord Voldemort. If he had thought the physical absence
of his father would free him of any of Lucious's tyrant ways, he was
horribly mistaken. Though the man was not visible, Lucious Malfoy still
ruled Malfoy Manor with a tight leash.
Draco gazed up at a large cage bearing his hawk. He could not help but think how caged he himself felt; he only lived with his mother now. Narcissa Malfoy ran everything on Lucious's orders. Truthfully she was frightened of Draco's father but she would never admit it.
"Draco," Narcissa's voice rang up the stairs "time for breakfast."
Draco removed himself from the window and swiftly descended the large cascading steps. He appeared at the kitchen table running a hand through his unkempt hair. Narcissa sniffed disapprovingly but turned her attention to the food being placed before her by a small house elf.
"Anything I can get you Mr. Malfoy, sir?" squeaked a small voice at Dracos elbow.
"Just toast" replied Draco letting his face fall into that expressionless look he was known for.
Draco, nearly 17, was a boy of 6'1 with a long graceful figure. He was the image pf what a Malfoy ought to be, tall, strong, and powerful. His blond hair, normally slicked back, was now loose framing his pointed features. The part Draco most liked about himself was the stunning orbs known as his eyes. This beautiful silver clouded ever so slightly by blue. They could make anyone melt.
"Dear Draco," said Narcissa in a falsely sweet tone "how did you sleep?"
"Quite well mother." Came Dracos emotionless voice "And yourself?"
"Not good at all. Your father sent an owl late last night. At the end of this year he expects you to join him and the other death eaters. Being Head Boy now I'm sure it won't be all that difficult to help recruit others."
Draco grunted, he secretly had no desire to become a death eater but really had no choice, Luscious was not afraid to use illegal curses, even on his own son. The prospect of more pain that he had already endured was terrifying. Draco was just glad to know he would be going back to Hogwarts tomorrow.
Though he wasn't too fond of many of the Professors Draco did feel more at home there than in this drafty place. Other than a select number of Gryffindors he was not looked on with a hint of disgust at the school. He was quite respected if he did venture to say so himself. There was always Saint Potter and his two little friends.
Draco rolled his eyes inwardly and changed the subject in his mind to Quidditch. He did greatly hope practice would start soon. Over the summer he had been too busy being trained in the Dark Arts to do any flying. Hogwarts shined like a distant beacon of light to him, he dared not think of what awaited him at the time of his graduation. No he would not torment himself with useless worrying. Maybe times would change by then, he could only hope.
"Mother?" Draco asked quite politely "may I got to my room and finish packing?"
"Of course." Came Narcissa's immediate reply wishing her son away from her side.
Draco hurried back up the large steps and into his room. Even the room was cold and distant to him. Nothing at this place ever seemed to reflect any love. Then again, what would a Malfoy need with love? Draco drew himself up straight, he wasn't even sure his parents loved each other. Knowing that fact he should be quite capable in living with out that unattainable emotion, it did more harm than good at any rate.
Draco tossed himself to the bed and buried himself deep in the softness of the expensive linens. He was crying now, he couldn't stop himself. The very depths of Dracos soul were screaming out their sadness. These feelings were ripping at his skin hating the confines of this mortal body and Draco lay atop his bed doing all he could to keep himself composed. It was so difficult anymore but Draco was the master of himself. No matter inhuman denying these feelings were he would do just that, to give in would be weakness and Draco would die before he fell by his own means of destruction. With these last thoughts his eyes fluttered shut and Draco drifted off to sleep.
~The wind blew hard and cold as Draco stood alone on a hilltop looking down at the silent hills. A song he knew from his late grandmother came back to him:
The lightning strikes
The thunder rolls
The winds howl
As the sea moans
Atop the hillside he stands
Amidst the weather and danger at hand
He does not run
He does not flee
He says to himself
This is in me
For he knows what it's like to cry
Knows all too well what it's like to want to die
He knows all angers powerful and swift
Like the vicious tide carrying her adrift
He knows all sorrows strong and deep
He knows what it's like to weep
But still one hope remains
He dreams he will see the light again
Draco let the tears fall, they stung as the wind whipped hard across his cheeks. He was so alone and had no idea what to do. A hand suddenly grasped his own. Draco was caught by surprised. The hand gently drifted up his arm and arms wrapped tightly about his shoulders. Draco felt the wind die as the stranger's hands wiped the tears off his cheeks. For a moment he was happy.~
"Draco! Get up or you'll miss the train."
Draco's eyes flew open as he quickly dressed and packed. He was going back today, oh what a happy thought that was. Hogwarts was his ray of hope. It was finally time to go home.
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Draco gazed up at a large cage bearing his hawk. He could not help but think how caged he himself felt; he only lived with his mother now. Narcissa Malfoy ran everything on Lucious's orders. Truthfully she was frightened of Draco's father but she would never admit it.
"Draco," Narcissa's voice rang up the stairs "time for breakfast."
Draco removed himself from the window and swiftly descended the large cascading steps. He appeared at the kitchen table running a hand through his unkempt hair. Narcissa sniffed disapprovingly but turned her attention to the food being placed before her by a small house elf.
"Anything I can get you Mr. Malfoy, sir?" squeaked a small voice at Dracos elbow.
"Just toast" replied Draco letting his face fall into that expressionless look he was known for.
Draco, nearly 17, was a boy of 6'1 with a long graceful figure. He was the image pf what a Malfoy ought to be, tall, strong, and powerful. His blond hair, normally slicked back, was now loose framing his pointed features. The part Draco most liked about himself was the stunning orbs known as his eyes. This beautiful silver clouded ever so slightly by blue. They could make anyone melt.
"Dear Draco," said Narcissa in a falsely sweet tone "how did you sleep?"
"Quite well mother." Came Dracos emotionless voice "And yourself?"
"Not good at all. Your father sent an owl late last night. At the end of this year he expects you to join him and the other death eaters. Being Head Boy now I'm sure it won't be all that difficult to help recruit others."
Draco grunted, he secretly had no desire to become a death eater but really had no choice, Luscious was not afraid to use illegal curses, even on his own son. The prospect of more pain that he had already endured was terrifying. Draco was just glad to know he would be going back to Hogwarts tomorrow.
Though he wasn't too fond of many of the Professors Draco did feel more at home there than in this drafty place. Other than a select number of Gryffindors he was not looked on with a hint of disgust at the school. He was quite respected if he did venture to say so himself. There was always Saint Potter and his two little friends.
Draco rolled his eyes inwardly and changed the subject in his mind to Quidditch. He did greatly hope practice would start soon. Over the summer he had been too busy being trained in the Dark Arts to do any flying. Hogwarts shined like a distant beacon of light to him, he dared not think of what awaited him at the time of his graduation. No he would not torment himself with useless worrying. Maybe times would change by then, he could only hope.
"Mother?" Draco asked quite politely "may I got to my room and finish packing?"
"Of course." Came Narcissa's immediate reply wishing her son away from her side.
Draco hurried back up the large steps and into his room. Even the room was cold and distant to him. Nothing at this place ever seemed to reflect any love. Then again, what would a Malfoy need with love? Draco drew himself up straight, he wasn't even sure his parents loved each other. Knowing that fact he should be quite capable in living with out that unattainable emotion, it did more harm than good at any rate.
Draco tossed himself to the bed and buried himself deep in the softness of the expensive linens. He was crying now, he couldn't stop himself. The very depths of Dracos soul were screaming out their sadness. These feelings were ripping at his skin hating the confines of this mortal body and Draco lay atop his bed doing all he could to keep himself composed. It was so difficult anymore but Draco was the master of himself. No matter inhuman denying these feelings were he would do just that, to give in would be weakness and Draco would die before he fell by his own means of destruction. With these last thoughts his eyes fluttered shut and Draco drifted off to sleep.
~The wind blew hard and cold as Draco stood alone on a hilltop looking down at the silent hills. A song he knew from his late grandmother came back to him:
The lightning strikes
The thunder rolls
The winds howl
As the sea moans
Atop the hillside he stands
Amidst the weather and danger at hand
He does not run
He does not flee
He says to himself
This is in me
For he knows what it's like to cry
Knows all too well what it's like to want to die
He knows all angers powerful and swift
Like the vicious tide carrying her adrift
He knows all sorrows strong and deep
He knows what it's like to weep
But still one hope remains
He dreams he will see the light again
Draco let the tears fall, they stung as the wind whipped hard across his cheeks. He was so alone and had no idea what to do. A hand suddenly grasped his own. Draco was caught by surprised. The hand gently drifted up his arm and arms wrapped tightly about his shoulders. Draco felt the wind die as the stranger's hands wiped the tears off his cheeks. For a moment he was happy.~
"Draco! Get up or you'll miss the train."
Draco's eyes flew open as he quickly dressed and packed. He was going back today, oh what a happy thought that was. Hogwarts was his ray of hope. It was finally time to go home.
~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~:~: ~:~:~:~:~:~: A/N: Thank you so much to all my reviewers. Your input is absolutely wonderful. I am so sorry for any misspellings or miscalculations I do. Please forgive me and keep reviewing. ^____________________________________________________________________^