Wow, 7 reviews already, that's more than I even got for the first chapters of the other stories. Anyways thanks everyone for reviewing. I probably will make it longer than I said I would. So I changed the summary except I don't really like the summary so if you have any ideas as to what the summary should be then don't hesitate to tell me. Thanks and please read and review!


I'm glad that that dinner's over with thought Draco in relief as he headed out of the dining room. Looking behind himself once more before going up the enormous stair case that lead to his room, he thought If Parkinson had said one more word about stupid pink shoes or the color of her mother's flowers I'm pretty sure that I would have burst. Suddenly he thought about something quite unexpectedly. At least I'm better off than Potter. Living with muggles. I'd hate to be him- not that I've ever wished to be him. The attention grabber. He thinks that he's so smart, does he? Just because he won the triwizard tournament, lived after getting attacked by the Dark Lord? Who cares? I know I don't. Draco was so deep in thought that he walked right into a house elf by mistake.

"Ooo, sorry young master!" the house elf said in a squeaky voice. "I- I'm so sorry. It- it won't happen again."

"That's alri-"

"I'll be extra careful next time young master," squeaked the house elf, who was trembling with fear. "I'll give myself a nice boxing in the ears." With that, the house elf ran off quickly leaving Draco to stare at the spot where it had been standing.

"That was much... unexpected." He continued walking to his room avoiding the stares of his ancestors in the paintings on the walls. Every time he passed by them, they would always look at him and shake their heads or turn away and not look at all. There was even one time last year a week before he left for his sixth year at Hogwarts when a painting of his great grandfather said, "Young Malfoy, I am very disappointed in you. I expected better as you are the son of your father. A true Malfoy he is. Be more like him," the portrait said. At that point Draco could take no more and fled to his room where he stayed for two days throwing things at the walls in his room.

Finally, he got to his room where he flopped onto his bed only to feel something sharp underneath him. It was a note sealed with his father's stamp. This is funny he thought. Wonder what father wants to tell me. He opened the note and all it said was:

Son,

Please come to me study in the east wing at 10:00 today night after the dinner party is over. I was deeply disappointed by your behavior tonight. Do not be late.

-Lucius Malfoy

It wasn't even in his father's handwriting. Probably dictated it to some servant to write, just like father he thought. Doesn't give a damn about anything else but fulfilling the Dark Lord's wishes. Glancing at the grandfather clock in his room, he noticed that there was still an hour left, which gave him time to take a small nap. Slowly, he drifted to sleep. While he was sleeping, he had an interesting dream...

He was all alone locked up somewhere. No matter how hard he banged on the door, it wouldn't open. He took his wand and tried remembering the spell to open up doors. What spell was Granger always using... that's right... Alohomora. The door opened much to his relief.

When opened the door, he wasn't sure where he was. The whole place was gray. It looked like a stone room or chamber meant to imprison someone. Nothing was in the room at first. The only thing he could see in it was a small window right at the top of one of the walls. Suddenly something appeared at the top of the room. It was a dull red ball of light. Slowly the ball began drawing closer and closer. Finally when it had come to his eye level, Draco noticed that it wasn't a ball of light, it was a remembrall like the idiot Longbottom had.

As he peered wondering what he had forgotten, he noticed that it was forming a picture. It was a picture of him when he was younger. About 8 or 9 years old. How vividly he remembered those days. Those were the happiest days of his life. It was the time when his mother and father were always around, no one cared what he did, and thinking back, Draco also remembered it was also the age when he had told his father that he wanted to be exactly like him.

Then the picture changed from him being a little boy playing and laughing to a picture of himself when he was about 13. As he looked upon those years, he laughed at himself for thinking that he was the smartest person in the world. He also remembered that that was when he first started realizing that Crabbe and Goyle, who had been his friends since he was four, were dumb and wanted him to order them around. His expression from when he was a little boy had changed to that of a smirk like he used to wear all the time with little laughter in his eyes.

The picture in the remembrall changed once more to reveal himself how he looked now. It showed himself looking at the world with a cold expression in his eyes. No laughter could be found in them. I look...lifeless. He thought to himself. Slowly a tear began drifting down his pale face. The last thing he saw before being woken up by a house elf was his present self trapped in a glass ball looking at his father and his mother turning away from him as if their shame was too much. Suddenly, he woke up sweating and panting only to find a house elf looking wide-eyed at him.

"Yeah?" Draco asked.

"Young Master, you father would like to speak to you now. I was asked to remind you of it," the small house elf squeaked.

"Err, oh yeah right." Then he got off his bed and walked to his father's study thinking carefully about what his dream was about.


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