Ok well thank you to you wonderful people who reviewed before. I posted this chapter a long time ago but I read itagain just recently and Ididn't like howit turned out, so I redid part of it.Also there will only be one more chapter after thisso please read and review at the end!
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. They are all owned by J. K. Rowling but I do own those characters which you don't recognize.
As Draco ventured towards the forest, he decided that he didn't care about what his father did to him. Hell, his father didn't even care about him. Sadly enough, Draco felt that he had no real family that he could count on. With his mother constantly trying to keep up her good image and always doing what Lucius asked her to do, she didn't count as family to him either.
Finally, Draco got to the entrance of the forest. The trees were clumped together and looked unusually unwelcoming. It seemed as though the only things that would actually fit in it were spiders and other small bugs. Coincidentally, there was a path that led into the forest so he decided to follow it.
Draco Malfoy was a person who supposedly never got scared and never showed any emotion related to fear on his face. But the mood that this forest had was so frightening that he started getting second thoughts about coming in here to look for his Aunt Gwen. Draco shook his head and muttered, "This is what father wants me to think. He wants me to get so scared that I won't come in here; like I'd ever listen to him."
As he walked deeper and deeper into the forest he doubted that he would ever find Gwen or even get out of the forest because as he looked behind himself, he saw other pathways crossing the one the he was walking on. It would be so stupid if I was walking in circles. He thought to himself. Nevertheless, he continued walking.
After a little while, the trees began to grow less clumped together and he could see a few rays of sunlight filtering through the trees. He kept walking and finally he got to an opening where there were no trees. Only grass, sunlight and a long black platform were to be seen. On top of the platform, he saw Aunt Gwen somehow floating in thin air. Her eyes were closed in what appeared to be deep concentration.
"Aunt Gwen?" he asked.
When he got no answer, he walked hesitantly up to where she was floating and looked at her. She's meditating he thought. What a stupid thing to do. But then again if she can float…she has some serious magic in her, I suppose meditating might help control it. As Draco inched closer to her, something bright flashed in his eyes. He looked at her hands and his eyes widened as he saw what she was holding. It was a long, shiny, silver sword with a dark black hilt. Carved onto the blade itself was a dragon with its mouth open ready to spew fire.
A sword, how'd she get that? She didn't even bring anything with her. Draco took one good look at Gwen who still showed no sign of waking up. Since she's in lala land, I guess she won't mind if I take a look at it. It's not like she'll know. Then as Draco put his hand out to take the sword, Gwen's eyes snapped open. Draco jumped back in shock and gasped at her. Gwen's eyes were bright yellow. He shrank back in horror when he realized that they were slits as well.
"Trying to steal my sword?" she asked coldly as she slowly floated back onto the black platform.
"I just wanted to see it. It's not like I was going to kill you or something," said Draco glaring at her.
"What are you glaring at?"
"What the hell's wrong with your eyes?" he asked more in apprehension rather than fear.
"My eyes?" Gwen asked confusedly. Then she said, "Oh, my eyes. Well, that's a long story. I'd appreciate if you didn't tell anyone about that."
"Sure…" said Draco not taking his eyes off of her. Then he looked uneasily at her sword and said, "What's that for?"
"I practice with my sword every morning. Didn't Lucius ever teach you how to handle a sword?"
"No," said Draco.
"Figures, besides, you don't look like you can handle a sword at all," Gwen said arrogantly.
"That doesn't mean that I can't use a sword. Besides, what's so hard about holding a piece of metal and swinging it at the other person," he asked smirking at her.
"A piece of…metal? Fine then, let's have duel," said Gwen with a smirk playing in her eyes. "Just you, me, with swords."
"Fine then, just give me a sword and I'll…"
"You'll what, boy? You think that you'll beat her just like that?" snarled Lucius Malfoy walking out of the path that Draco had come. He walked up to the platform they were standing on, his black robes billowing behind him as though there was a huge gale of wind coming at him. He faced Draco and said coldly, "You were told not to come in here by your mother." When Draco did not reply, Lucius said, "What? Are you too superior for us that you couldn't even follow a mere request?"
"No," replied Draco sullenly.
"Then what?" Lucius looked at Draco with such intensity that Draco almost shuddered under his gaze. "This is another way you disappoint me, Draco. A man must know when to take orders from their superiors. Clearly, you haven't the vaguest idea."
"Sorry, but I'm not trying to ruin a father son moment but I really need to practice," piped in Gwen who was starting to get rather annoyed.
Lucius ignored her and said, "It seems very clear to me, Draco that you don't care at all about this."
"Lucius give the boy a break!" said Gwen impatiently.
"Give the boy a break, Gwen? Give him a break? I suppose you also want me to tell him that he did his best whenever he does rubbish?"
"I didn't say that."
"I will never do that. I swore on my life that I would never become like our father." Lucius turned to face Draco. "Let me say one thing to you, right here, Draco. As much as I'd like to call you my son, I can't. You are a disgrace and are not fit for the name Malfoy. Come see me after dinner. I'd say that we have a few things to discuss." Then he turned to Gwen with a dark look on his face and said, "You'd better make yourself scarce if you know what's best for you." Lucius took one last look at his sister and his son then he turned on his heel and left the clearing with his robes billowing behind him.
