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Malfoy In the Iron Mask
Chapter 1
It is now summer, with one week left until Darien returns back to Hogwarts to pose as me. Father left just yesterday on some mission for 'the greatest Dark Wizard our world has ever seen,' or some similar bullshit. The mask. Ah, the mask. It's like a part of me-wait, it *is* a part of me. Mother still teaches me, and in return I heal her bruises-the ones my father left. He beats her. Darien beats me. And we can do nothing, if we want to live anyway. Which I do, because as soon as this damn contraption is off of me, the first thing I'm going to do is hex my father into the deepest pit of hell. And Darien, well my dear, dear brother shall get exactly what he deserves. His own time in this little mask. But, the first part would be getting out of here. Somehow. My mother only comes two or three times a week, and then not for long. I've stayed very fit in this cell of mine, which was expanded two years ago so I wouldn't die of boredom. Courtesy of my darling brother. And I quote "Enjoy your new quarters.can't have you dying on us from boredom, that wouldn't be good." Father approved-father approves of practically everything Darien does. Except for the fact that he still hasn't beaten Harry Potter in Quidditch. Of course, my brother is "far too good for the likes of private tutelage" or so he says.
Six days left.someone's coming, have to act sleep. "Draco?" It was my mother.
"I'm here mother."
"Good. Now listen carefully. You are going to get out of here. Snape and a few others are coming tonight right after your father and brother leave for the party. I'll come shortly after. Don't worry, ok?" she said in a rush, like she was afraid she'd forget it.
"How-"
"Don't worry about it. They'll come. I love you Draco," my mother whispered softly as she left me alone to think.
Tonight. I'll be free. I hope.
***Later that day***
Curse after curse hit my already bruised and broken body. My father, it seems, has gone over the edge, but I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry or hearing me scream-I will not give in.I must not give in.I could taste the coppery blood in my mouth from biting my tongue. I must not show pain.must not show pain.somewhere along the line I blacked out.
***Three hours later-Leaving Malfoy Manor***
"Narcissa says that she will Floo to your office directly Albus, at around eleven or so," the voice belonged to Remus Lupin, powerful member of the Order of the Phoenix.
Severus Snape took in his student's appearance without batting an eye. "He's been through a lot."
"Well that's obvious," cut in the crisp voice of Minerva McGonagall.
A glare from the Potions Master shut her up, "He'll have a hard road back to recovery. I doubt even he knows how bad of shape he's in.what about the students?"
"What about them?" Albus asked.
"Well what do we tell them?"
"Absolutely nothing. They are *not* to know about Mr. Malfoy and his brother's true identity. Is that understood?" Professor Dumbledore spoke firmly.
"Yes, perfectly. But they weren't who I was referring to!" Severus said indignantly.
"Who exactly were you referring to, Severus?" Minerva asked.
"Potter and company of course!" snapped the Potions Master.
"Severus!" Dumbledore warned-this was the wizard Voldemort feared, the one side of Dumbledore rarely seen, except when he was *deadly* serious, "*They* are most certainly under *any* circumstances *NOT* to know!"
"Well obviously," commented an exasperated Lupin, "But how do we prevent them from knowing the truth? Harry has the Marauder's Map for Merlin's sake!"
"He's right, Albus," Minerva said, "How are we supposed to keep them from knowing?"
"That bridge will be crossed accordingly when we get to it. Now is most certainly not the time. We still have to get him back to Hogwarts. The students should all be asleep."
At this, Snape snorted, "Ha! Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley asleep before midnight when the whole of Hogwarts is theirs to roam?!!! I think not!!!"
"Severus, please, lower your voice."
"Keep your fur on Lupin!"
"Quiet you two!!!" Minerva hissed.
'Quiet you two!' Snape mimicked. Lupin snorted.
Dumbledore merely raised an eyebrow.
***An Hour Later, Hogwarts***
"Careful now," Minerva called back over her shoulder as they trooped quietly up the steps of Hogwarts. Draco followed Lupin and behind him were Snape and Dumbledore.
"Where to Albus?" Lupin asked as McGonagall went to find 'Harry and Co.' and keep them in Gryffindor Tower while Malfoy was taken to wherever he'd be staying.
"This way, if you please," he said. They followed him down corridors, up stairs, left, left, right, down stairs, right, right, left, up corridors and they lost track after ten minutes of following him. They came to a halt in front of an old, dusty hallway. "Lumos," Dumbledore whispered. They followed the hallway until it dead ended. With a flick of his wand, a door slowly appeared in the stone wall where nothing had been before. A stroke of a finger, and the door melted away to reveal a portrait, old yet still bright as the day it was made. It yawned slowly, and the witch in it appeared to not have spoken in years.
"Password?"
"Zippity doo dah."
"Very well then," and the portrait swung open to reveal a secret room that none of the Professors had ever seen in their lives-and they'd seen quite a few secret rooms in the old castle. The room was very big and obviously was a private quarters of sorts. The walls were a rich icy blue pearl color, and a fireplace lay opposite the portrait. On the wall to the left of the fireplace upon entrance was a huge dusty four poster bed. A flick of a wand, and the whole room was dust free. The comforter and sheets on the bed were ice blue silk; the pillows were a soft pearl color, also silk. The painting opposite the bed hung over a dark, mahogany desk. The painting was an old mansion of sorts. Upon seeing their quizzical looks, Dumbledore explained, "That, my dear friends, is the old Weasley Manor. Lost through time and generations, the Weasely's, I believe, have no idea of its existence. The money tied to the Manor is enough to make them just as rich as Mr. Potter. The Manor, if my memory serves me correct, is in the middle of the woods that border on the edges of the Malfoy's property." Two stunned men were looking at their Headmaster in shock. Weasley Manor?!!!
"So how come they don't know about it?" Remus asked.
Albus shook his head, "Now is not the time for such a story. I'll go get Poppy." With a pinch of Floo Powder, he was gone.
"Well, that was interesting."
Draco Malfoy was laid gently on the huge four poster bed, still unconscious. At that exact moment, Madame Pomfrey walked out of the fireplace with Albus behind her. "Oh dear, Mr. Malfoy, what happened to you?!"
"Is there anything to get this blasted thing off?!!!!" A frustrated Poppy asked for the umpteenth time that night.
"As far as we know.nope," said Remus, replying to the question with the same answer as he did the last time the question was asked-about ten minutes.
***In Gryffindor Tower***
Ginny Weasley sat on her bed, wondering just what was going on. A few hours before, Professor McGonagall had come in and told them to go to bed-something she hadn't done all summer. That in itself was odd. But then, having snuck down to the kitchens shortly afterwards for a snack, Ginny saw one of the oddest things. Something-or someone-floating down a hallway and disappearing around a corner behind Professor Dumbledore. Lupin and Snape were right behind whatever it was that had been floating. She had caught a glimpse of light reflecting off of something shiny-like metal-which was another oddity.
So what's the big secret? Ginny fell asleep wondering about what the teachers would be hiding from them, determined to find out in the morning.
***Back in 'the Room'***
Madame Pomfrey stood up, completely exhausted. "Well, that's the most I can do Albus. From here on out, it's up to him. A lot of these wounds will have to heal naturally. I'll come visit tomorrow."
"Thank you Poppy. Get a good night's rest; you've worked extremely hard on Mr. Malfoy here. But remember," Albus paused, "no students are to know about this room and especially are not to know about Mr. Malfoy. We will try to get the mask off tomorrow."
The teachers left the room, which became silent, save for the shallow breathing of Draco Malfoy.
A/N: Well, do you all like it? I hope so!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!
Disclaimer: See previous chapter please.
Malfoy In the Iron Mask
Chapter 1
It is now summer, with one week left until Darien returns back to Hogwarts to pose as me. Father left just yesterday on some mission for 'the greatest Dark Wizard our world has ever seen,' or some similar bullshit. The mask. Ah, the mask. It's like a part of me-wait, it *is* a part of me. Mother still teaches me, and in return I heal her bruises-the ones my father left. He beats her. Darien beats me. And we can do nothing, if we want to live anyway. Which I do, because as soon as this damn contraption is off of me, the first thing I'm going to do is hex my father into the deepest pit of hell. And Darien, well my dear, dear brother shall get exactly what he deserves. His own time in this little mask. But, the first part would be getting out of here. Somehow. My mother only comes two or three times a week, and then not for long. I've stayed very fit in this cell of mine, which was expanded two years ago so I wouldn't die of boredom. Courtesy of my darling brother. And I quote "Enjoy your new quarters.can't have you dying on us from boredom, that wouldn't be good." Father approved-father approves of practically everything Darien does. Except for the fact that he still hasn't beaten Harry Potter in Quidditch. Of course, my brother is "far too good for the likes of private tutelage" or so he says.
Six days left.someone's coming, have to act sleep. "Draco?" It was my mother.
"I'm here mother."
"Good. Now listen carefully. You are going to get out of here. Snape and a few others are coming tonight right after your father and brother leave for the party. I'll come shortly after. Don't worry, ok?" she said in a rush, like she was afraid she'd forget it.
"How-"
"Don't worry about it. They'll come. I love you Draco," my mother whispered softly as she left me alone to think.
Tonight. I'll be free. I hope.
***Later that day***
Curse after curse hit my already bruised and broken body. My father, it seems, has gone over the edge, but I will not give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry or hearing me scream-I will not give in.I must not give in.I could taste the coppery blood in my mouth from biting my tongue. I must not show pain.must not show pain.somewhere along the line I blacked out.
***Three hours later-Leaving Malfoy Manor***
"Narcissa says that she will Floo to your office directly Albus, at around eleven or so," the voice belonged to Remus Lupin, powerful member of the Order of the Phoenix.
Severus Snape took in his student's appearance without batting an eye. "He's been through a lot."
"Well that's obvious," cut in the crisp voice of Minerva McGonagall.
A glare from the Potions Master shut her up, "He'll have a hard road back to recovery. I doubt even he knows how bad of shape he's in.what about the students?"
"What about them?" Albus asked.
"Well what do we tell them?"
"Absolutely nothing. They are *not* to know about Mr. Malfoy and his brother's true identity. Is that understood?" Professor Dumbledore spoke firmly.
"Yes, perfectly. But they weren't who I was referring to!" Severus said indignantly.
"Who exactly were you referring to, Severus?" Minerva asked.
"Potter and company of course!" snapped the Potions Master.
"Severus!" Dumbledore warned-this was the wizard Voldemort feared, the one side of Dumbledore rarely seen, except when he was *deadly* serious, "*They* are most certainly under *any* circumstances *NOT* to know!"
"Well obviously," commented an exasperated Lupin, "But how do we prevent them from knowing the truth? Harry has the Marauder's Map for Merlin's sake!"
"He's right, Albus," Minerva said, "How are we supposed to keep them from knowing?"
"That bridge will be crossed accordingly when we get to it. Now is most certainly not the time. We still have to get him back to Hogwarts. The students should all be asleep."
At this, Snape snorted, "Ha! Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley asleep before midnight when the whole of Hogwarts is theirs to roam?!!! I think not!!!"
"Severus, please, lower your voice."
"Keep your fur on Lupin!"
"Quiet you two!!!" Minerva hissed.
'Quiet you two!' Snape mimicked. Lupin snorted.
Dumbledore merely raised an eyebrow.
***An Hour Later, Hogwarts***
"Careful now," Minerva called back over her shoulder as they trooped quietly up the steps of Hogwarts. Draco followed Lupin and behind him were Snape and Dumbledore.
"Where to Albus?" Lupin asked as McGonagall went to find 'Harry and Co.' and keep them in Gryffindor Tower while Malfoy was taken to wherever he'd be staying.
"This way, if you please," he said. They followed him down corridors, up stairs, left, left, right, down stairs, right, right, left, up corridors and they lost track after ten minutes of following him. They came to a halt in front of an old, dusty hallway. "Lumos," Dumbledore whispered. They followed the hallway until it dead ended. With a flick of his wand, a door slowly appeared in the stone wall where nothing had been before. A stroke of a finger, and the door melted away to reveal a portrait, old yet still bright as the day it was made. It yawned slowly, and the witch in it appeared to not have spoken in years.
"Password?"
"Zippity doo dah."
"Very well then," and the portrait swung open to reveal a secret room that none of the Professors had ever seen in their lives-and they'd seen quite a few secret rooms in the old castle. The room was very big and obviously was a private quarters of sorts. The walls were a rich icy blue pearl color, and a fireplace lay opposite the portrait. On the wall to the left of the fireplace upon entrance was a huge dusty four poster bed. A flick of a wand, and the whole room was dust free. The comforter and sheets on the bed were ice blue silk; the pillows were a soft pearl color, also silk. The painting opposite the bed hung over a dark, mahogany desk. The painting was an old mansion of sorts. Upon seeing their quizzical looks, Dumbledore explained, "That, my dear friends, is the old Weasley Manor. Lost through time and generations, the Weasely's, I believe, have no idea of its existence. The money tied to the Manor is enough to make them just as rich as Mr. Potter. The Manor, if my memory serves me correct, is in the middle of the woods that border on the edges of the Malfoy's property." Two stunned men were looking at their Headmaster in shock. Weasley Manor?!!!
"So how come they don't know about it?" Remus asked.
Albus shook his head, "Now is not the time for such a story. I'll go get Poppy." With a pinch of Floo Powder, he was gone.
"Well, that was interesting."
Draco Malfoy was laid gently on the huge four poster bed, still unconscious. At that exact moment, Madame Pomfrey walked out of the fireplace with Albus behind her. "Oh dear, Mr. Malfoy, what happened to you?!"
"Is there anything to get this blasted thing off?!!!!" A frustrated Poppy asked for the umpteenth time that night.
"As far as we know.nope," said Remus, replying to the question with the same answer as he did the last time the question was asked-about ten minutes.
***In Gryffindor Tower***
Ginny Weasley sat on her bed, wondering just what was going on. A few hours before, Professor McGonagall had come in and told them to go to bed-something she hadn't done all summer. That in itself was odd. But then, having snuck down to the kitchens shortly afterwards for a snack, Ginny saw one of the oddest things. Something-or someone-floating down a hallway and disappearing around a corner behind Professor Dumbledore. Lupin and Snape were right behind whatever it was that had been floating. She had caught a glimpse of light reflecting off of something shiny-like metal-which was another oddity.
So what's the big secret? Ginny fell asleep wondering about what the teachers would be hiding from them, determined to find out in the morning.
***Back in 'the Room'***
Madame Pomfrey stood up, completely exhausted. "Well, that's the most I can do Albus. From here on out, it's up to him. A lot of these wounds will have to heal naturally. I'll come visit tomorrow."
"Thank you Poppy. Get a good night's rest; you've worked extremely hard on Mr. Malfoy here. But remember," Albus paused, "no students are to know about this room and especially are not to know about Mr. Malfoy. We will try to get the mask off tomorrow."
The teachers left the room, which became silent, save for the shallow breathing of Draco Malfoy.
A/N: Well, do you all like it? I hope so!!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!