Chapter One Narcissa's Secret
Young Draco was ready for his third year. He had his broom, a Nimbus Two Thousand and One, his books, even the one that bites, The Monster Book of Monsters, new potion ingredients, and everything else.
'Only three more days...'
He couldn't wait to go to school. His father was acting pretty freaked about something. Probably something to do with Sirius Black escaping Azkabam, but why would he be worried about that?
Since he was practically done with all his homework, (He didn't do the Magical Creatures homework since he couldn't get it opened) he went to walk around the mansion a bit. It has been a while since he actually adventured around and explored his own home. He didn't even think he discovered every room and secret the house had to offer. There were still rooms he had yet to see that wasn't off limits from his father.
He strolled around to a corridor he never went to. It was slightly darker than the rest of the house, but the house was pretty dark itself. Thus, Draco didn't mind. He went on and on until a gap in the wall on his left side caught his eye. The gap was big enough for a big person to get through and had a door on its right side. It was exactly the way his room was positioned on the other side of the manor.
He walked up to it, biting his lower lip, debating whether he should go inside. After deciding that it can't be dangerous-since his father never said anything about it-he opened the door and went inside.
Inside, it was empty. Well, not empty, just deprived of anybody going inside for a long while. The house-elves seemed to have disregarded the room to be cleaned out like any other room with the exception of rooms his father told them to stay out of.
'Wait a minute. If a house-elf hasn't touched this place in who knows how long, why am I here?'
With thought in mind, he started for the door to get out, but his curiosity got the better of him when he spotted a book he knew had to be a diary. His picked it up from the desk it sat on and read the bits at the end:
I have found a way to escape. It is the only choice I have. Only worse things will happen if I stay. Here is my plan: Get a ticket to a place far away where the wizards and witches are stronger than any this country. Probably a place where modern magic originated from. Find a prediction to tell to LV. Make sure it's correct and no other alternates could happen. The guy can tell if you're lying or not. Make sure the plan will make him fall. Write a note to mother and father about my plan with the leest details as possible. As long as they don't go looking for me, things will be all right. Escape Malfoy Manor without a trace and with only neccesities. Learn as much magic as I can without people knowing who I am or my special powers. Go back to England when the time is right. I don't know when that is, but I will know when's it's time.
I also hope that my younger brother isn't the necromancer everyone is
talking about. That would be terrible. I wouldn't be able to do
anything. It's been centuries that fortune-tellers have told our
family about the necromancer that will be born into our family. I just
hope it doesn't happen to my brother. That will be bad news.
Draco closed the book with a soft "thud" and put it back on the dusty dead. He was extremely confused. What did this person mean by "It's been centuries that fortune-tellers that fortune-tellers have told our family about the necromancer that will be born into our family." Who is this person? How was he related to him?
All thoughts on this subject were suddenly interrupted with a sudden banging he heard outside the room. He rushed out of the room only to see what looked like his mother flinging herself into the walls as though disgusted with her.
"Mother?" Draco spoke out, "What's wrong?"
Narcissa looked up to the other side of the hall to see her son with an expression on his face that showed concern. Silently and quickly she grabbed Draco's wrist and pulled him to another part of the manor. Things were going way to fast for the young Malfoy.
'What's going on? Where is she taking me? I know that look on her face; she doesn't want to be spoken to, but where are we going? What WRONG with her? What are all these weird feelings of de ja vu? What's going on? My mind feels like it's gonna burst!'
While Draco was desperately trying to calm himself, Narcissa dragged Draco off into a desolate corner of the mansion. Nobody would be able to hear them unless one of them could see them. The lovely, blond woman inhaled then exhaled before she started to explain. Kinda.
"Listen, Draco," she began while putting both hands on to her son's shoulders, pining him to the wall, "What I'm going to say is very important. You must promise me that you will listen and follow everything I say. Do you promise?"
She waited for Draco to promise (which he did) before she continued.
"When I finish talking to you, go down the hall where you just met me. Make sure you bring your wand. Then, go to the farthest room there. Open it and you should find some stairs. Go down the stairs and go under it. Use the Lumos spell and you should see a brown boot. It's a portkey. Touch it and it will bring you to some friends of mine. Stay with them and they'll answer all of your questions. Accept them and learn under them. This is my last request. Under no other circumstances should you not be able to do this except for death."
Narcissa sighed. She didn't want t say goodbye, but it's happening now. Her mouths were about to mouthe the word "farewell" to her son, when Lucius came in. He was short breathed; it was as though he was looking for them all over the place.
"Narcissa-" he said, panting.
But before he could finish, or even start, she darted off while
practically dragging Draco with her. She was bringing them to the
place where she mentioned.
After the sprint, she basically tossed Draco into the basement where
she said that she put the portkey.
"Hurry! Go now! Before your father comes!" screaming these orders
while locking the door in the inside. She closed the door on the boy,
leaving him in the dark. Literally.
"Lumos!" cried Draco; "No one's leaving me in the closet."
He charged up the stairs and out his ear to the door outside, because
he heard the yelling voices of his parents. He was able to hear just
enough to understand at least what happened outside his door. The
booming voices were as clear as glass to him, but what they meant was
as fuzzy as Flint's legs. (And they were pretty hairy, mind you.)
"HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE ALL THIS!!!? YOU'RE A TERRIBLE PERSON!!!"
"IT WAS THE BEST FOR ALL OF US!!!! DON'T TELL ME YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND
WHAT I HAD TO DO!!!! MY KIND HAD NO CHOICE!!!!"
"YOU BLEMISHED MY FAMILY'S BLOOD, CURSED MY FAMILY, AND MURDERED THE
PERSON I LOVED!!!!"
"IS IT YOUR FAULT THAT YOU COULDN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE?!"
"GRRRRR......YOU'RE DEAD, DEMON B****"
From this, Draco could easily hear what happened. With sounds of
struggle and screams in the background, he could tell that his mother
was now dead. It has=d been his father that killed him. But before he
could break down and cry, he heard Lucius getting the door in front of
him. To full of fear to cry, he flung himself down stairs and used the
Lumos spell still in his wand to find the portkey. He escaped just in
time without knowing his father right behind him.
Lucius, now alone in the basement, tries to recover from the shock he
just learned today. He had lost a wife and a son in an hour. No, he
lost a wife a son, and a lost love in 15 years. All that he could say
at the moment was "Dear gods, what has happened?"
"So you will accept the terms?" the womanly voice cried seductively.
If you had heard it, you would figure out that she always sounded like
that.
"Yes." The blond boy replied. He had nothing to gain and nothing to
lose. There was nothing he could go back to. He looked up at all the
people around him. They were more like monsters than people, and now,
he was going to be one of them.
A/N: All right! That's all for now, but I hope to be able to finish
more before summer vacation ends. Reviews are very welcome, and don't
worry, all questions shall be answered...eventually. Hopefully this
story isn't too slow and I hope you like it. Constuctive critizism is
good, too. (Yes, I know about that spelling mistake.) And just for the
information, you won't be seeing that little boy in the prologue for a
llllooonnnnngggggg time! Bye!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter of any of the characters. All I own about this is the child in the beginning and the story and ideas within it. Yeah, now go away lawsuits.
Young Draco was ready for his third year. He had his broom, a Nimbus Two Thousand and One, his books, even the one that bites, The Monster Book of Monsters, new potion ingredients, and everything else.
'Only three more days...'
He couldn't wait to go to school. His father was acting pretty freaked about something. Probably something to do with Sirius Black escaping Azkabam, but why would he be worried about that?
Since he was practically done with all his homework, (He didn't do the Magical Creatures homework since he couldn't get it opened) he went to walk around the mansion a bit. It has been a while since he actually adventured around and explored his own home. He didn't even think he discovered every room and secret the house had to offer. There were still rooms he had yet to see that wasn't off limits from his father.
He strolled around to a corridor he never went to. It was slightly darker than the rest of the house, but the house was pretty dark itself. Thus, Draco didn't mind. He went on and on until a gap in the wall on his left side caught his eye. The gap was big enough for a big person to get through and had a door on its right side. It was exactly the way his room was positioned on the other side of the manor.
He walked up to it, biting his lower lip, debating whether he should go inside. After deciding that it can't be dangerous-since his father never said anything about it-he opened the door and went inside.
Inside, it was empty. Well, not empty, just deprived of anybody going inside for a long while. The house-elves seemed to have disregarded the room to be cleaned out like any other room with the exception of rooms his father told them to stay out of.
'Wait a minute. If a house-elf hasn't touched this place in who knows how long, why am I here?'
With thought in mind, he started for the door to get out, but his curiosity got the better of him when he spotted a book he knew had to be a diary. His picked it up from the desk it sat on and read the bits at the end:
I have found a way to escape. It is the only choice I have. Only worse things will happen if I stay. Here is my plan: Get a ticket to a place far away where the wizards and witches are stronger than any this country. Probably a place where modern magic originated from. Find a prediction to tell to LV. Make sure it's correct and no other alternates could happen. The guy can tell if you're lying or not. Make sure the plan will make him fall. Write a note to mother and father about my plan with the leest details as possible. As long as they don't go looking for me, things will be all right. Escape Malfoy Manor without a trace and with only neccesities. Learn as much magic as I can without people knowing who I am or my special powers. Go back to England when the time is right. I don't know when that is, but I will know when's it's time.
I also hope that my younger brother isn't the necromancer everyone is
talking about. That would be terrible. I wouldn't be able to do
anything. It's been centuries that fortune-tellers have told our
family about the necromancer that will be born into our family. I just
hope it doesn't happen to my brother. That will be bad news.
Draco closed the book with a soft "thud" and put it back on the dusty dead. He was extremely confused. What did this person mean by "It's been centuries that fortune-tellers that fortune-tellers have told our family about the necromancer that will be born into our family." Who is this person? How was he related to him?
All thoughts on this subject were suddenly interrupted with a sudden banging he heard outside the room. He rushed out of the room only to see what looked like his mother flinging herself into the walls as though disgusted with her.
"Mother?" Draco spoke out, "What's wrong?"
Narcissa looked up to the other side of the hall to see her son with an expression on his face that showed concern. Silently and quickly she grabbed Draco's wrist and pulled him to another part of the manor. Things were going way to fast for the young Malfoy.
'What's going on? Where is she taking me? I know that look on her face; she doesn't want to be spoken to, but where are we going? What WRONG with her? What are all these weird feelings of de ja vu? What's going on? My mind feels like it's gonna burst!'
While Draco was desperately trying to calm himself, Narcissa dragged Draco off into a desolate corner of the mansion. Nobody would be able to hear them unless one of them could see them. The lovely, blond woman inhaled then exhaled before she started to explain. Kinda.
"Listen, Draco," she began while putting both hands on to her son's shoulders, pining him to the wall, "What I'm going to say is very important. You must promise me that you will listen and follow everything I say. Do you promise?"
She waited for Draco to promise (which he did) before she continued.
"When I finish talking to you, go down the hall where you just met me. Make sure you bring your wand. Then, go to the farthest room there. Open it and you should find some stairs. Go down the stairs and go under it. Use the Lumos spell and you should see a brown boot. It's a portkey. Touch it and it will bring you to some friends of mine. Stay with them and they'll answer all of your questions. Accept them and learn under them. This is my last request. Under no other circumstances should you not be able to do this except for death."
Narcissa sighed. She didn't want t say goodbye, but it's happening now. Her mouths were about to mouthe the word "farewell" to her son, when Lucius came in. He was short breathed; it was as though he was looking for them all over the place.
"Narcissa-" he said, panting.
But before he could finish, or even start, she darted off while
practically dragging Draco with her. She was bringing them to the
place where she mentioned.
After the sprint, she basically tossed Draco into the basement where
she said that she put the portkey.
"Hurry! Go now! Before your father comes!" screaming these orders
while locking the door in the inside. She closed the door on the boy,
leaving him in the dark. Literally.
"Lumos!" cried Draco; "No one's leaving me in the closet."
He charged up the stairs and out his ear to the door outside, because
he heard the yelling voices of his parents. He was able to hear just
enough to understand at least what happened outside his door. The
booming voices were as clear as glass to him, but what they meant was
as fuzzy as Flint's legs. (And they were pretty hairy, mind you.)
"HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE ALL THIS!!!? YOU'RE A TERRIBLE PERSON!!!"
"IT WAS THE BEST FOR ALL OF US!!!! DON'T TELL ME YOU DIDN'T UNDERSTAND
WHAT I HAD TO DO!!!! MY KIND HAD NO CHOICE!!!!"
"YOU BLEMISHED MY FAMILY'S BLOOD, CURSED MY FAMILY, AND MURDERED THE
PERSON I LOVED!!!!"
"IS IT YOUR FAULT THAT YOU COULDN'T TELL THE DIFFERENCE?!"
"GRRRRR......YOU'RE DEAD, DEMON B****"
From this, Draco could easily hear what happened. With sounds of
struggle and screams in the background, he could tell that his mother
was now dead. It has=d been his father that killed him. But before he
could break down and cry, he heard Lucius getting the door in front of
him. To full of fear to cry, he flung himself down stairs and used the
Lumos spell still in his wand to find the portkey. He escaped just in
time without knowing his father right behind him.
Lucius, now alone in the basement, tries to recover from the shock he
just learned today. He had lost a wife and a son in an hour. No, he
lost a wife a son, and a lost love in 15 years. All that he could say
at the moment was "Dear gods, what has happened?"
"So you will accept the terms?" the womanly voice cried seductively.
If you had heard it, you would figure out that she always sounded like
that.
"Yes." The blond boy replied. He had nothing to gain and nothing to
lose. There was nothing he could go back to. He looked up at all the
people around him. They were more like monsters than people, and now,
he was going to be one of them.
A/N: All right! That's all for now, but I hope to be able to finish
more before summer vacation ends. Reviews are very welcome, and don't
worry, all questions shall be answered...eventually. Hopefully this
story isn't too slow and I hope you like it. Constuctive critizism is
good, too. (Yes, I know about that spelling mistake.) And just for the
information, you won't be seeing that little boy in the prologue for a
llllooonnnnngggggg time! Bye!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter of any of the characters. All I own about this is the child in the beginning and the story and ideas within it. Yeah, now go away lawsuits.