Howdy folks! Its meeee, the one you've all been waiting for! I've rewritten the chapter in certain places that I just cannot stand! Whenever I read this story, sometimes my subconscious (named sally) screams at me "What the fuck were you thinking?? God!" and then I would be forced to beat myself over the head with my mouse.
I hope you enjoy rereading this fabuloso chappie of mine, and after I finish with these three chapters I have up, I'll start on the next
Draco's Twin Chapter 1: Memories part 1
Lighting flashed in the dark night sky. The clouds covered the luminescent moon, casting an eerie glow on the ground. A young girl lay in her bed, tossing and turning beneath the covers. She was no older than five. She turned onto her side, and whimpered. Her blond hair was damp with sweat, and stuck to the sides of her face and forehead. She shuffled underneath her covers, and clenched the mattress tightly. A flash of lightning woke her up with a start, and she moaned, terrified. Her bedroom was nearly pitch black, with only a faint outline of the objects in her room. She sniffed, and curled up into a ball, whimpering. She hated the dark. She grasped her necklace she never took off. It had a jewel like a red marble. A tiny silver rose encircled the red jewel, connecting it to the silver chain surrounding her throat. She'd had that necklace since she was born.
Her door made a loud cracking sound, and it slowly began to creak open. The girl sucked in a breath, and froze. Her heart beat faster and faster in anticipation. "Dwaco?" she whispered hoarsely, her voice gone.
A tiny blonde head poked out from behind the door. Even in the dark, the little girl could clearly see her brother's blonde hair. Her brother slid inside, and gently shut the door. Tip toeing over to his sister's bed he climbed aboard. He began to crawl over to her, and stopped when he reached her. He stretched out his hand, and ran it gently through his sister's hair. "Choo okay Evie?" he asked softly. Evie sniffed, and shook her head. "I had a bad dweam." She rubbed her tear-stained eyes, and looked at Draco silently.
Draco sighed, and pulled Evie into a hug. "Don't cry Evie. I'll pwotect you, I pwomise." Evie giggled softly, and squeezed her brother.
"Will choo sweep wif me? I scared of the dawk."
"Course I will, Evie." Draco shuffled next to his sister, and snuggled under the covers. He felt Evie snuggle into his chest, her head underneath his chin. Draco sighed contently. Their father, Lucius, disapproved of siblings sleeping together, no matter what age. It was a sign of weakness, he had told them, to allow your own self become dependant on another, and plain disgusting. Both Draco and Evelyn didn't understand their father's way of words, but they knew they had to at least pretend to understand or they would be smacked, Draco in particular. Lucius always seemed to pick on Draco the most.
Evie snuggled into her brother's chest, and felt a spark of warmth. She knew her Dragon would always be there for her, and protect her from all threats, including their father. Even at the tender age of five, Evelyn could sense a strong hatred radiating from their father towards her. She never did understand her father. Evie closed her eyes, and opened them again.
"Hay Dwaco?"
"Yeah Evie?"
"Are choo still weawing choo necklace?" Draco also had a necklace, the same as Evelyns, with one difference. Encircling the red jewel was a silver dragon (more like a sea serpent).
Draco smiled at his sister, "Course I am. I never took it off. Now sweep, I'll pwotect choo, I pwomise." Draco's eyelids drooped, and he soon fell into a deep sleep. Evie snuggled into his chest again, and said, "I love you Dwaco." before falling asleep.
Two years later
A young, spunky, seven year old Draco Malfoy stood nervously in his fathers study room. Normally, only when there was important news to be heard, or either Draco or Evelyn did something bad were they allowed to enter the study. Draco shifted from one foot to the other, fingering his silver necklace and waited for his father to speak. Lucius slowly paced back and forth inside the room from one corner of his bookshelf to the other. His hand was placed at his chin, and he was frowning in concentration.
He stopped abruptly, and looked up at Draco. Draco gulped, noting the strange gleam in his eye. "You are now seven years old, are you not, Draco?"
Draco jumped at being spoken to. "Um, yes sir, I am. Evelyn is the same too, you know." Lucius sneered, and said, "Fool, you speak to me as if I am an ignorant fool. Of course I know your . . . sister . . . is seven." Lucius walked swiftly towards Draco, and looked him up and down, inspecting him with a shrewd eye. "Draco, it is time I taught you about certain . . . curses."
"C-curses, father?" asked Draco hesitantly. He did not like the sound of that. Curses often meant pain, and Draco knew pain quite well. Lucius nodded, "Yes, my son, curses. More like the unforgivable curses. If you are going to become a great wizard, then you must know how to inflict these upon others, and see their affects on those certain others." Draco frowned; this wasn't something he wished to learn. He knew better than to try and defy his father's wishes though. It would only result in more pain.
Draco followed his father toward the dungeons. He knew Evelyn was trailing behind, no doubt eavesdropping on their conversation. He smirked; bloody girl was showing to be more like a Slytherin every day. Always sneaking around, making sure Draco was okay.
Lucius opened a large steel door, and stepped inside. Draco followed, and what he saw made his heart jump into his throat. At the very end of the dungeon was a young boy, younger than Draco, with chains around his wrists. He was lying on the floor, his arms and legs spread out on the cold stone floor. "Father?" Draco whispered, his voice hoarse. Surely his father did not mean to hurt this boy?
Lucius placed a gloved hand upon Draco's left shoulder, and said, "Today, you will be learning about torturing curses." Pointing his wand the boy, he yelled, "Wake up you pathetic muggle!" The boy jumped, and looked up. His cheeks were stained with dry tear tracks, and his body was dirty and grubby with dirt. He stood up, "Please sir I beg you! Let me free!" Lucius sneered, and yelled, "Silencio!" the boys babbling became silent, although his mouth still moved with undecipherable words.
"Sliterio." Said Lucius. Streams of red lights shot out from his wand, and hit the boy, slicing his skin. Silent screams erupted from the boys mouth as blood dripped down the side of his face. Draco stood and watched the crimson blood drip from the boy's wounds in horror.
"See how pathetic he is, crying over a few measly cuts. Honestly, the fun hasn't even begun yet. Watch, my boy, and learn." For hours, the poor boy was tortured with numeral spells cast by Lucius. Sometime during the torturing, Lucius took off the silencing spell, and the boy's screams echoed throughout the entire dungeon.
During this time, Draco could only stare in digust, and horror at the sight before him. How anybody could get any sort of . . . entertainment from this was too evil for him to comprehend. How could his father do such a thing to somebody so young?
The young boy looked up at Draco, his deep brown eyes sad, and dead. They captivated Draco; he couldn't tear his eyes away. He had to do something to save the boy, anything. When his father cast Cruciatus on the boy again, Draco covered his ears in a feeble attempt to block out the screams, and fell to his knees, "Stop it stop it stop it already!" he howled, his eyes clenched shut. "Please, if you're going to kill him, kill him already! Don't make him suffer any longer!" Lucius frowned, and shoved Draco to the ground with the sole of his foot.
Reaching down towards Draco, Lucius grabbed a handful of Draco's hair, and pulled him upward. "Do you mean to tell me that you actually pity this pathetic creature? This creature we call a muggle whom is lower than you? Pity is an emotion, and emotions make you weak. I will not have a weak son! If you want him dead, kill him yourself!" Lucius threw Draco towards the ground again, and folded his arms, waiting. Draco sniffed, and wiped stray tears off his cheek. He pushed himself up from the ground, his legs shaking in fear. He walked towards the boy, slowly but carefully, and knelt down before him. The smell of rotting flesh and wet blood filled his nostrils, and Draco gagged. He clamped a hand over his mouth and willed himself to not throw up.
The boy sensed someone near him, so he slowly lifted up his head, wincing at the sharp stabs of pain that ran throughout his body. He looked up into soft silver eyes, full of pain, and another emotion . . . bravery. He did not fear death. Draco closed his eyes, and withdrew his wand. Holding it in front of the boy's forehead, he closed his eyes, and tried to say, "Avada Kadavra." All that came out of his mouth was silence. Come on! He thought to himself if you cannot do this for yourself or father, do it for him! Draco opened his eyes, and choked back a sob. It was no use, he could not release the boy from the pain and misery he felt.
"No," he moaned, clutching his head with his hands, "I can't. I just cant."
The boy whimpered, and set his head down on the cold, cobblestone floor.
Lucius rolled his eyes, and said, "For Merlin's sake!" He strode over, kicked Draco out of the way, and grasped the boy's head. Draco hit the ground, but recovered quickly. He sat up, and stared at his father in horror, "Father what-" Lucius, with a swift jerk of his hands, broke the boys neck, killing him. Draco saw red, and threw up.
Lucius looked down in disgust at his sniveling son, and spat, "Get up you pathetic fool. Be grateful I do not do more to you. He deserved to die, he was nothing more than a muggle." Lucius left Draco in a huddled mess, and closed the giant metal door that opened to that specific room. He did not notice Evelyn huddled in the shadows, staring at the door, and Lucius, in horrified fascination. Once Evelyn could not hear her father's footsteps, she crawled over to the door, and heaved it open enough so she could squeeze through.
"Draco?" she called hesitantly. "Draco!" she cried once she spotted her brother. He hand not moved from his fetal position, and was shaking with dry sobs. "Oh Draco what did he do to you?" wondered Evelyn out loud. She crawled towards him, sliding through the blood. Her hands became soaked in the grimy blood, but she ignored it. All that mattered was if Draco as okay. She reached out a hand, and touched his cheek, smearing blood. "Draco," she moaned, "Please, please get up, don't die, please. Tell me you're okay." Draco's eyes fluttered open, and he looked up at his sister. "Evie?" he croaked. She nodded vigorously, "It's me, Draco, don't worry, it'll be alright now. What happened to you?"
He shook his head, "Not me, him." He pointed to the dead corpse. Evie looked to where he was pointing, and recoiled in horror. She screamed, and noticed the blood on the floor, Draco, and herself. "Good lord," she said, "What did he do?" She whimpered, and covered her face with her bloody hands. Gathering Draco in her arms, she whispered to him, "Don't worry Draco, I'll protect you from him. I promise you that."
"Evie . . ." Draco paused, "What is it Dragon?" Asked Evie.
"I don't want to be like him...He-he is a terrible person. If-" He stopped, unsure of how to carry on.
"What is it?" Asked Evie, motioning for him to continue.
"If I turn out like father in any way, I want you to kill me. I don't want to be like him. I don't think I could stand it. I would rather die a thousand deaths, or suffer a hundred Cruciatus' than turn into another Lucius Malfoy."
Evie leaned against her brother's golden locks, and exhaled, "Oh Draco, don't say things like that. You mustn't forget that you are your own person, and nobody can change you. You will never be Lucius Malfoy, because you're not him. You're Draco Malfoy, my brother. Never forget that. If you remember who you are, then you will never become another." She trailed off. She honestly didn't know if what she was saying at all was helping. She felt like a moron, babbling about. She wished she was stronger, so she could help her brother.
Draco sighed, and leaned into her arms, "I don't deserve a sister like you. You're too good for me."
Evie blinked, "don't you ever say that!" she cried, realizing what he said. She cupped his head, and looked into his eyes, "Why would you say such a thing?"
He looked away, at the dead body, "I'm a coward. I could have helped him, I should have! He didn't deserve to die. I should have stopped father."
"No, no dragon, no. Don't say that, don't ever say that." Evie kissed his forehead, "You couldn't have done anything even if you tried. Father would have turned on you too." She stopped, wondering how she should continue. "I think that if you did try and stop father, he would have hurt you, and then dragged out the torturing of the boy even more. You helped him, and yourself more by staying silent. You're the bravest person I know."
Draco sighed, and closed his eyes. Evie leaned her head against his, and rocked him back and forth till he fell asleep.
End of Part 1
A/N: Wahoo! i fixed it! sniff i feel so, so happy! does a mad dance Hopefully you will like this newer version. Oh yes, about the necklaces. Perhaps you have seen the Dragon necklace before? There is a sea serpent and it is sort of, wrapped around the marble thing/jewel, and its really pretty. If you dont know what i'm talking about, make it up! Durr! Thats what your imagination is for!
By the way, i've just discovered this cool technique on FF.net when you upload new chapters! You can make font...bold...italicized...or even underlined! Rock on!
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