Summary: Draco Malfoy stands trial before the Ministry for his crimes as a
Death Eater. His only vote of confidence is a letter from Albus Dumbledore,
who died during the Final Battle. The current headmistress, Ginny Weasley
mistrusts her new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but Dumbledore
must have known something.
Disclaimer: My name is not J.K. Rowling, I do not own Harry Potter, and am not either Warner Brother.
Crimes Against The Heart
Chapter 5
"The whole art of teaching is only the art of awakening the natural curiosity of young minds for the purpose of satisfying it afterwards; and curiosity itself can be vivid and wholesome only in proportion as the mind is contented and happy." -Anatole France-
On the first day of classes, Draco woke early to review his lesson planner. His first class of the day was second year Hufflepuffs and Slytherins. Draco's classroom had been prepared and an array of equipment, books, and creatures lined the shelves. Dark creatures had been one of Draco's most enjoyable years in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Even though Draco had hated Professor Lupin and despised Care of Magical Creatures, he still had an avid interest in them. The only thing Hagrid and Draco both had in common, if anyone had taken the time to discover, was that they both wanted a dragon. Growing up in the Malfoy Manor, the only time Draco had ever heard the word no, was when he asked for a baby dragon. His mother claimed that Draco was too young to own a dragon and they were too dangerous. The Dark Arts equipment included a Foe glass, a sneakoscope, and a pensieve. This was Draco's own pensieve and was one of the few things he had taken from his father's house when he came to Hogwarts.
As students began to appear Draco took a seat in his chair behind his desk, before he knew it it was time for class to begin. As he observed them he noticed that all their ties were canary yellow. Rage coursed through him as he realized the Slytherins were attempting to skive off his class. After twenty minutes had passed all thirteen Slytherins arrived, all tardy. Draco contemplated his options. He could appear as Snape had a Death Eater sympathizer, or he could use this chance to prove he was not a force to be reckoned with. These students were the children of his one time friends, he could see the parallels between his own class and the one sitting in front of him. In the end, Draco decided it would be better to teach them this lesson now, lest they should end up like him and his classmates. His classmates were either dead, in Azkaban, or traitors to their heritage.
"Perhaps those of you who are late would care to explain why," Draco stated smoothly. He saw their eyes flick over to a black haired boy sitting in the front, he supposed that he was their leader. Casually Draco pointed to him, "Your name?"
"Bole. Owein Bole," the boy said throwing his head back as if daring Malfoy to challenge him. Draco recognized the name Bole. One of the older boys on his quidditch team had been named Derrick Bole, a beater if he remembered correctly.
"Why were you late to my class, Mr. Bole?" Draco repeated raising his eyebrow.
"I do not have to answer to you, traitor," Owein Bole said quietly. Draco glanced at the other Slytherins who seemed to agree with that statement.
"Detention, for everyone who was late," he snapped angrily. "And one point from Slytherin." Draco added. The class let out its breath. "For every minute any student who was late." The students who could do the math in their heads gasped, that was 260 points on the first day!
"You can't do that!" Owein Bole said angrily. "My father will see to it that-"
"You can not use that line on me, boy. That was my line when I went to school, I invented it," he answered smugly. Draco had put an end to any idea of a mass revolt of the Slytherin students. Even if they hated him, they would respect him.
"Now, take out your books and read chapter seven, concerning Boggarts. The next time we meet we will have a practical lesson, there will be no need to bring anything, except your wand," Draco instructed. "The quiz over Boggarts will be next Friday, worth twenty points." To Draco's amazement the students did as they were told and no more interruptions marred his first class. A few glares from the Slytherins, but nothing compared to Owein Bole's attempted and failed rebellion.
After the class was dismissed, Draco began preparing for his lesson after lunch, when he heard his door open and a small figure appeared in the doorway. It was Brangaine, she was clutching an envelope.
"I have this for you, Professor Malfoy," she said timidly.
"Thank you, Brangaine," Draco said taking it from her. He peered inside, it was the detention slips he had sent for.
"Why are you here, Professor Malfoy?" Brangaine asked softly and quickly as though she would be in trouble for asking him.
"I needed someplace where I would be safe. Too many people are angry at me for my mistakes," he replied sullenly. What Draco said next he would have never said if he had thought about the consequences. "Who are your parents, Brangaine? Do you know?"
She nodded her head and looked at the floor.
"Do you think you could tell me?" Draco pleaded with her.
"It has to be a secret, I never even told Ginny," she said sounding scared.
"I promise never to tell her," Draco swore.
"My mother was a prisoner of the Death Eaters. Her name was Elsie, I can not really remember much about her, except she had hair like mine. The Death Eaters captured her to control my father, but she told them he did not love her." She stopped and thought about what to say next. Draco's heart stopped as he wondered how much did she know about him. "Not just Death Eaters, mostly Master Lucius. He wanted his son back. I heard Ginny telling Severus. They think I am just an orphan, but Dumbledore knew, Pansy snuck me here for you to find."
"And why would I want to find you?" Draco questioned knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it from his daughter.
"Because, you are my father."
A/N: This chapter is totally dedicated to mrs.shigwa.cobain, who inspired me with all of her reviews. This story is going to really evolve quickly. I am so glad everyone wanted me to continue it. Thanks again, Love KTBallerina.
Disclaimer: My name is not J.K. Rowling, I do not own Harry Potter, and am not either Warner Brother.
Crimes Against The Heart
Chapter 5
"The whole art of teaching is only the art of awakening the natural curiosity of young minds for the purpose of satisfying it afterwards; and curiosity itself can be vivid and wholesome only in proportion as the mind is contented and happy." -Anatole France-
On the first day of classes, Draco woke early to review his lesson planner. His first class of the day was second year Hufflepuffs and Slytherins. Draco's classroom had been prepared and an array of equipment, books, and creatures lined the shelves. Dark creatures had been one of Draco's most enjoyable years in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Even though Draco had hated Professor Lupin and despised Care of Magical Creatures, he still had an avid interest in them. The only thing Hagrid and Draco both had in common, if anyone had taken the time to discover, was that they both wanted a dragon. Growing up in the Malfoy Manor, the only time Draco had ever heard the word no, was when he asked for a baby dragon. His mother claimed that Draco was too young to own a dragon and they were too dangerous. The Dark Arts equipment included a Foe glass, a sneakoscope, and a pensieve. This was Draco's own pensieve and was one of the few things he had taken from his father's house when he came to Hogwarts.
As students began to appear Draco took a seat in his chair behind his desk, before he knew it it was time for class to begin. As he observed them he noticed that all their ties were canary yellow. Rage coursed through him as he realized the Slytherins were attempting to skive off his class. After twenty minutes had passed all thirteen Slytherins arrived, all tardy. Draco contemplated his options. He could appear as Snape had a Death Eater sympathizer, or he could use this chance to prove he was not a force to be reckoned with. These students were the children of his one time friends, he could see the parallels between his own class and the one sitting in front of him. In the end, Draco decided it would be better to teach them this lesson now, lest they should end up like him and his classmates. His classmates were either dead, in Azkaban, or traitors to their heritage.
"Perhaps those of you who are late would care to explain why," Draco stated smoothly. He saw their eyes flick over to a black haired boy sitting in the front, he supposed that he was their leader. Casually Draco pointed to him, "Your name?"
"Bole. Owein Bole," the boy said throwing his head back as if daring Malfoy to challenge him. Draco recognized the name Bole. One of the older boys on his quidditch team had been named Derrick Bole, a beater if he remembered correctly.
"Why were you late to my class, Mr. Bole?" Draco repeated raising his eyebrow.
"I do not have to answer to you, traitor," Owein Bole said quietly. Draco glanced at the other Slytherins who seemed to agree with that statement.
"Detention, for everyone who was late," he snapped angrily. "And one point from Slytherin." Draco added. The class let out its breath. "For every minute any student who was late." The students who could do the math in their heads gasped, that was 260 points on the first day!
"You can't do that!" Owein Bole said angrily. "My father will see to it that-"
"You can not use that line on me, boy. That was my line when I went to school, I invented it," he answered smugly. Draco had put an end to any idea of a mass revolt of the Slytherin students. Even if they hated him, they would respect him.
"Now, take out your books and read chapter seven, concerning Boggarts. The next time we meet we will have a practical lesson, there will be no need to bring anything, except your wand," Draco instructed. "The quiz over Boggarts will be next Friday, worth twenty points." To Draco's amazement the students did as they were told and no more interruptions marred his first class. A few glares from the Slytherins, but nothing compared to Owein Bole's attempted and failed rebellion.
After the class was dismissed, Draco began preparing for his lesson after lunch, when he heard his door open and a small figure appeared in the doorway. It was Brangaine, she was clutching an envelope.
"I have this for you, Professor Malfoy," she said timidly.
"Thank you, Brangaine," Draco said taking it from her. He peered inside, it was the detention slips he had sent for.
"Why are you here, Professor Malfoy?" Brangaine asked softly and quickly as though she would be in trouble for asking him.
"I needed someplace where I would be safe. Too many people are angry at me for my mistakes," he replied sullenly. What Draco said next he would have never said if he had thought about the consequences. "Who are your parents, Brangaine? Do you know?"
She nodded her head and looked at the floor.
"Do you think you could tell me?" Draco pleaded with her.
"It has to be a secret, I never even told Ginny," she said sounding scared.
"I promise never to tell her," Draco swore.
"My mother was a prisoner of the Death Eaters. Her name was Elsie, I can not really remember much about her, except she had hair like mine. The Death Eaters captured her to control my father, but she told them he did not love her." She stopped and thought about what to say next. Draco's heart stopped as he wondered how much did she know about him. "Not just Death Eaters, mostly Master Lucius. He wanted his son back. I heard Ginny telling Severus. They think I am just an orphan, but Dumbledore knew, Pansy snuck me here for you to find."
"And why would I want to find you?" Draco questioned knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it from his daughter.
"Because, you are my father."
A/N: This chapter is totally dedicated to mrs.shigwa.cobain, who inspired me with all of her reviews. This story is going to really evolve quickly. I am so glad everyone wanted me to continue it. Thanks again, Love KTBallerina.