DAILY PROPHET HEADLINES
Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy: Beheaded!
Today at 6:01a.m, the Leaky Cauldron's owner and barmen opened his window and there, propped on serrated wooden poles were the heads of the deceased Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. "No suspects, witness or evidence, thus, the Aurours investigating this case have found their deaths rather perplexing." Mr. Cornelius Fudge informed the Daily Prophet source.
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I shoved the paper away from myself after finishing the first paragraph, all that was after that little paragraph was just covering their 'achievements' and how dearly they would be missed, in actual fact: I thought they were really saying how much my father and mother both bribed others to seem generous-pathetic. The part about them being greatly missed, well let's just say more than half of the people turning up to the funeral are going to be there just to make sure both are truly dead and buried six feet under.
Wadding more bacon and eggs into my mouth, as I stood up to summon my trunk and broomstick, I had to fly to the station underneath my invisibility cloak today.
Why are you even bothering to go to this hell hole?
Because there are more people there that I despise…it will be fun…
But killing isn't fun!
And neither are you!
Why are you doing this?
I hate what these people have done to me, or are still doing it. My father and mother were forcing me to become something I'm not, Voldemort was a fucking bastard, he pulled my family into the Dark Side and never let them go. Voldemort tarnished the Malfoy name and because of this, I had him punished.
Then why are you planning to kill the rest of them?
They have done other sinful things to me…
Sighing, I attached my trunk to my Storm 5000 (the latest broomstick) and began walking down to the edge of the take off area in my family's private Botanic Gardens. As I strolled past my late mother's Rose Garden I saw their graves containing their beheaded bodies, crows hovered or were perched around the grimy stone tablets creating almost a sad and eerie scenery. Dead rose petals flittered in the wind until the blood red petals came to rest upon the disturbed dirt.
Laughing it off, I continued a little further until once more stopping at another person's grave, this was of course, Tom Riddle's grave. No crows dared to fly by this evil place, no wind, no sound, just silence around the lake. I had decided to bury him beside the swamp-like lake because I thought that's what best describes the Dark Lord. The words like shallow, slimy, filthy came to mind as I saunter past, my head held high and dignity surrounding myself.
Upon reaching the take off area, I slung the warm Invisibility Cloak around myself, with my broom and trunk underneath me I took flight, changing directions occasionally to make sure I was heading straight for the London Station.
The wind tousled my blonde hair; the cool wind bit my pale skin and it nearly blinded me as the tiny flecks of dust flung themselves into my silvery eyes. My hands were frozen onto my broomstick and my teeth chattered, I never thought it would be this cold in Summer.
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I landed softly behind the station in a dirty alleyway, luckily this time there were no muggles I had to Oblivate. Garbage of all sorts littered the streets as I strode over to the entranceway of the wretched muggle station, people were bustling in and out, and I noticed some familiar faces, unfortunately.
Pansy was running up to me, well if you would call that running, it was really more like a clumsy waddle followed by slowly by my other acquaintances Blaise Zabini, Crabbe and Goyle.
Great just what I really need at this point, a posse, well at least I won't have to kill Blaise, he's kind of civilized.
I flung anymore homicidal thoughts away, it was hard, but I managed to smirk as I almost was bowled over by Pansy, hugging me.
"Drakie how are you sweetie pie!?" she shrieked, hugging me tighter in an attempt to squeeze all the air out of me or something ridiculous like that.
"Pansy, your mother and my mother, before she died, agreed that we keep this engagement news to a complete minimum, remember?" I lied easily; luckily my bubble-headed fiancée has an atrocious memory.
"Oh yes, I think I remember… Well I haven't told anyone but these guys." Pansy giggled, sounding more and more like a squealing piglet each new minute.
"Right then, no one will dare tell anyone else otherwise they will suffer from my hand agreed?" I sneered softly, glaring at each and every one of their petrified faces in turn.
All of them nodded dolefully before I lifted my glare, finally after what seemed like an eternity, the whistle blew and we ambled over to the nearest empty compartment and seated ourselves comfortably. I avoided Pansy as much as possible; she sat between Crabbe and Goyle while Blaise and I lounged around on the opposite seat.
"Oi Malfoy yeah we're sorry about your mother and father…" Blaise began, shifting uncomfortably beside me.
"Blaise, I have almost just gotten over their deaths, can you drop it? How was your cruise over the Pacific Ocean anyway? You never had gotten around to sending me an owl about it." I inquired lazily, looking at nothing in particular; however I used every bit of self-control to stop myself attacking the pitiable excuse for people contradictory me.
"I'll tell you when these guys aren't listening to our every word…" Blaise snickered, flicking his wand around and enchanting Goyle's hair to turn bright purple with pink and green highlights.
"Uh Goyle like your hair so totally doesn't suit you darling!" Pansy hissed, flashing her slut-like bra to me as she retrieved a mirror for Goyle.
"My hair's different…" Goyle shouted stupidly, Crabbe snorted into his Pumpkin Pasty he bought on the trolley as Blaise snickered softer than a whisper.
"I might as well leave you losers and go to the Prefect and Head compartment, come on Blaise, aren't you the Seventh Year Slytherin Prefect?" I said, standing up and turning to depart.
"Yeah I am…later guys…" Blaise bid farewell to the rest while I strode out of the compartment.