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Chapter 2: Letter of Unknown

Draco sat in a rather large dinning room alone, at the end of a highly polished oak table when the Polaroid appeared in front of him in the same instant his eagle owl flew through the window. He picked up the Polaroid as he cleared his dishes with a flick of his wand, a slight smirk spread across his face as he muttered,

"I was right, I did love it."

Draco wandered aimlessly around the dinning room occasionally picking up unusually shaped objects and placing them down again as his attention faltered. Malfoy Manor was indeed full of many illegal objects and spell books related to the dark arts, but the Malfoy's, not being stupid people did not keep them on show.

Lucius Malfoy had not yet returned to the manor, he was on his way back from Azkaban but before returning home he had to stop off at the Ministry of Magic. His visit to the Ministry was a request from Cornelius Fudge, who wished to give Lucius a full apology and publicly clear his name.

Draco had been thinking of his father during his walk, which had now left the dinning room; he stopped next to a roaring fire in one of the smaller rooms. Draco stared at the family portrait that hung above the fire; his father stared back at him from the photograph with a look of pride about him but no smile. Draco looked around the room at the other photographs on nearby tables; his mother fixing her hair with her fixed smile of pride, he himself either fidgeting or smiling proud, a genuine smile unlike his fathers. Lucius Malfoy held himself proudly but smiled a genuine smile in only two photographs. Draco paused to study these photos; one was of his parent's wedding, his fathers eyes sparkled both his parents wore genuine smiles which reflected their good looks. As Draco looked carefully at the photograph he noticed two figures in the background, in fighting fiercely to escape the picture. They were a couple, a respectable looking lady who appeared to be enjoying herself, Draco squinted his eyes to focus on the man and dropped the photo breaking the frame,

"What was Sirius Black doing at my parents wedding?" he said to himself in a horrified whisper. Hearing footsteps, Draco grabbed the other photo and ran through the manor to his room. He rushed into his room and closed the door behind him.

"Oh, young master Malfoy...I am so sorry sir, I shall leave your presence now" it was the family house-elf, Opti he had replaced Dobby.

"Yes, yes," replied Draco, he looked down at the house-elf disapprovingly "Don't you usually talk about yourself in the third person?" he couldn't help but ask he hadn't noticed before that this elf talked in the first person.

"Opti is sorry sir, Opti didn't see the harm in it sir...should I...erm...Opti go punish himself sir?"

"If you wish to I wont stop you but leave me alone now" Draco spoke sharply he wanted to look at the other photograph in peace; Opti left almost as sharply as Draco spoke.

He flopped down onto his king-sized bed and sat up again suddenly as it appeared he had lay down on a letter, removing it from underneath him, he rolled onto his back and settled himself into a comfortable position before opening the letter. Quite comfortable he began to read.

Dear Draco,

Unfortunately I write to you with bad news, well bad for me at least. I have been told I am not to visit you this summer. Albus Dumbledore had informed my guardian that it is in the best interests of Hogwarts that I do not see you. Dumbledore believes I will ruin his surprise for the students by visiting you. I am told I may visit you at Christmas, although I find this no consolation for the lost summer time.

Hope to see you soon.

Love Always

X

Draco sighed irritated "interfering old fool" he muttered. Draco noticed the ink was smudged in places but put it down to a light shower during owl delivery. Re-reading the letter he too found Christmas to be a bad alternative, scowling as he read Dumbledore's pathetic excuse he re-focused his attention on the photograph. It was a family photograph, except it contained a fourth person who was not a Malfoy. Draco glanced at his 5-year-old self, playing star tag around his parents, who were picnicking in one of his manors luxurious gardens. Draco stared at the dark haired girl playing with him, she smiled and waved at him from her hiding spot behind Lucius, her blue eyes sparkling as bright as any of the Malfoy's. Draco turned his head and buried it into a pillow, letting out a long angry sigh, as he turned his head to stare at the wall a small piece of paper slipped onto his head. It read: Diagon Alley 11:00AM July 31st. Draco folded the note, and held it tight in his hand as he fell into a happy and peaceful slumber.