True Friends
By
Craw/Brad
Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter. If I had
somehow come into ownership of it, I would change the way that the
fifth book ended. Seeing as OotP still ends the same way it did last
week, I guess I don't own HP.
Author's notes: I am sorry if
this chapter is a little confusing. If you have any questions, ask
them in the review and I will try to answer them. Also, I am really
sorry that it took me so long to post this update, but I really hate
typing and keep putting it off. I even did my homework before I typed
this..
Chapter Two
We got out of the carriage in front
of the stone stair case. As we began our ascent to the top steps,
people turned to gap at the odd pair walking past. I leaned in to
whisper into the ear of the walking wet dream beside me, "You
know, we should really do this more often. So much more interesting
than walking with my house-mates."
"I agree
completely." he said with a slight smile.
We entered the
Great Hall next to each other. This received us shocked glances from
the students that had yet to see us. That is to say the ones that had
yet to see us and were to well mannered to stare. Upon looking at the
staff table, I saw that we received much the same reaction. I had now
concluded that the whole of Hogwarts was slightly off.
The
only professors that weren't staring in wonderment were Snape and
Dumbledore. If it were possible, I would say that Snape had even more
venom in his glare at the golden boy than he usually did. Meanwhile,
I do believe that the headmasters eyes were extra twinkly that night.
Honestly! I made peace with Harry I-can't- die Potter and all I got
was a bloody twinkle, astonishment and a dash of loathing that's not
even aimed at me! I still get to be friends with the
boy-that-lived-to-be-in-my-dreams, so it wasn't like I was losing
anything.
"Well... Bye." Harry said as we came to
the point where we had to part to get to our own house table.
"Yeah, bye." I said as I turned to walk to the
Slytherin table. I really disliked being a Slytherin now. I could see
the burning hate in the eyes of some of my house-mates. For a moment
I even considered running back and demanding that I sit with Harry.
But even if I had been disowned, I was still a Malfoy, and that
demanded that I show pride. So, instead of turning to look at Harry
once more, I squared my shoulders and walked to my customary seat,
safe in the knowledge that the other Slytherins wouldn't dare try to
beat me to a bloody pulp with all of the teachers watching.
I
looked over at the Gryffindor table once I was seated. I had enough
time to note that Harry looked as uncomfortable as I felt before
Dumbledore stood to make the simple statement, "Let the Sorting
begin."
As soon as the sorting hat started to sing, I
tuned it out. Once you've seen one sorting, you've seen them all. My
thoughts began to drift back to the events of the previous
summer.
It all started normal enough. Father was upset when I
got home. Disgusted that I had let Granger beat me in all my classes.
Even worse in his eyes was that I had yet again lost another
Quidditch match to the person that caused the downfall of his dark
master. As if my continued loss somehow reflected him in the eyes of
his lord. Mother was, as always, locked off up in her rooms planing
the next big get together that would be held for people that meet her
high standers. Parties thats only purpose was to show off her own
social standing and wealth.
It was all going fine, until one
morning about a week and a half after I got home. I got up as I
usually did and went to have breakfast in the dinning room. Almost as
soon as I was seated Father informed me, as if it were an honor, that
I was to begin the training for the Deatheater initiating that
afternoon. Oh joy.
So, being the good little boy that I was, I
felt the need to keep in touch with my godfather. I hadn't mailed him
in almost a week, so it was time to do so. Wasn't it ever so
convenient that Severus was at Hogwarts at the time that the letter
reached him? It was also a nice coincidence that the letter found
it's way into the hands of the Headmaster. Needless to say, I was out
of the manor before mid-day.
It was nice for the next few
weeks. I stayed with Sev at his flat in Diagon Ally The Snape's, like
most pureblood families, have a manor, but my godfather said that he
needed to be in London for reasons he didn't tell me off, though I
later found out that he wanted to stay close to Order headquarters in
case he was needed. I would help with making potions whenever I could
and Sev taught me how to cook. All and all I was doing the most work
that I had ever done outside of school and having the time of my life
doing it.
My peaceful little world came crashing down on me
about halfway through the summer. I had decided that it would be a
nice day for a walk, maybe I could even get a little shopping in. So,
in light of the fact that it was a beautiful day out, I left the
flat. I was almost at the ice cream parlor before I saw the neat
silver head strolling towards me. I silently fell into a debate with
myself about weather I should hide or not. My options were denied me
when the man looked up and saw my equally silvery head of hair.
His
eyes locked on my form and his steps seemed to gain a small bounce,
though I may have been imagining it in light of the impending doom.
"Draco." He said in a cold voice.
My tone was
equally as cold when I replied, "Father." with a small
nod.
"Where have you been?" He asked. "There
have been visitors that wished to meet you."
"I
had no desire to meet them, so I left." I explained as if I
were talking to a five year old that wanted to know why we had house
elfs.
"What do you mean?" As if he didn't quite
grasp what I was insinuating.
"You know perfectly well
what I meant." I say in a tone that was colder than the
frostiest I had ever used on Potter by tenfold.
"Of
course I do, don't be a fool boy, but I want to hear you say it. I
want to hear you admit to turning your back on your family. I want to
hear you say that you are a disgrace to the Malfoy name."
"I
left because I had no intention of becoming a Deatheater, but if
anyone is a disgrace to the family name, it is you. I refuse to lick
Voldemort's boots because you think I should. The Malfoy's use to be
proud family that was well respected. That was until you dragged the
name through the mud and decided to serve a lord that is destined to
die." I thought that I was doing pretty good. I mean this was
the first time I had stood up to my father. I thought I was doing
pretty good, that was until the first blow fell....
I was
pulled out of my musings as the Hall became silent and the headmaster
stood. "I would like to welcome all the students, new and old,
to Hogwarts. In light of recent events I hope that you all indulge in
whatever fun that can be found in these dark times." At this
point I could have sworn that he looked directly at me and the at
Harry. "But there is time for talk once your appetites have
been sated. Tuck in."
Once the headmaster had become
seated, he waved his hand in a welcoming gesture. At this motion,
food appeared on each of the tables. I took a little of my favorite
dishes and let my mind wonder as I ate.
Yet again I found
myself thinking of that day in Diagon Ally...
The punch was in
the stomach. Once I was doubled over in pain, Lucius said in a
whisper so soft that I would have missed it if he hadn't been so
close to my ear, "I have no son." He then let another
fly. This one landed on my face, I felt my lip split and heard a
crack. I hadn't been in many physical fights, but I was almost
positive that your face was not suppose to make that noise.
I
did my best to hold the pain out of my voice once I straitened up,
"You may have no son, but you are still the man that taught me
that a Malfoy bows to no one." I said with all the dignity I
could muster. "I will not bow to that thing you call a Dark
Lord."
"What do you think your doing?"
called a familiar voice from behind me.
I finally managed to
straighten up when Lucius replied, "I was merely teaching this
whelp to have some respect for his betters. Something I would have
thought you learned long ago wolf." He then turned to me and
said, "I see that you would rather associate with the bottom of
the barrel than live in your rightful place. Well, good-day."
With that he turned and disappeared with a swish of his robes. He
really is a drama queen....
I was yet again pulled out of my
thoughts when the hall fell silent yet again. "As always,"
the headmaster began. " the forest at the edge of the grounds
are off limits. Also to promote inter-house relationships, we will be
having a ball in a months time. It will be open to all students, but
they must have a date from another house."
If possible,
the room grew even quieter with this statement. His pause lasted a
good minute and a half before he went on, "Of course people
without dates may come, but only those with them will be allowed to
stay at the party after nine." Here there was an audible sigh
of relief coming from half of the student body. Oh poor students, we
have to get a date from another house. Whatever will we do? I
thought. Of course I knew who I wanted to go with, only problem was
that there was no way that he would say yes if I asked him. At this
point I was reasonably sure he was straight. Still have a month.
"Obviously we don't expect you to just go up and ask a
member of another house out without getting to know them first, so we
will be rearranging houses into teams. Each team will be composed of
one fourth of the student body and will be assigned a dorm. Tomorrow
morning I will go into more detail, but for now, everyone to
bed."
Every one did as the headmaster asked as the
prefects began to heard the first years to their common rooms. I was
left to wonder what 'teams' people would be put into. Let me be on
the same team as Potter. A evil, traitorous part of my mind
thought.
~TBC~
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