New A/N: I changed the end of this chapter… the other ending blowed.
A/N: Sorry this took so long! I've been busy… I've been studying for exams (my frist one is Chemistry tomorrow. Kill me, please /sarcasm/). I took a break to write this, so I hope it's not too bad! It's my first Draco-esque chapter!
Thanks again to Kortney! You rock my socks… nope sorry, no Harry/Hermione-ness! I have lots up me sleeve… I think… I hope. Haha!
Disclaimer: I do not own HP… though in 24 days, 4 minutes and 38 seconds (I love the mugglenet countdown thing!) I'll own HBP… YAY! very excited
The Sky Cries
He called the mansion not a house but a tomb. Everything seemed to either be dead or grasping onto the end of its life. Nothing showed anything that could be seen as happy or joyful, everything was dark, cold and unwelcoming to one who didn't or couldn't understand. That was how the manor was liked though. Its residents weren't happy or joyful, they were cold and unwelcoming. The Malfoy Manor thoroughly portrayed that dark persona.
Draco Malfoy's cold grey eyes were looking into nothingness, unfocused as his father talked to him – about what? Draco didn't know. He didn't know why Lucius couldn't see that he wasn't paying any attention to him whatsoever, but at the moment, Draco didn't care. The grey eyes searched around the room – the fire; the bookshelf covered with thousands of books about various dark wizards, spells and anything else that had to do with the dark arts; his father's desk filled with piles of seemingly important parchment; and the window.
Draco knew what freedom he had was outside of that window. Out there he didn't have to listen to his father's mindless blabbering or follow the orders of a psychopathic dark lord. Out there he could be alone with his thoughts without being annoyed by his father, mother or his two idiotic goons. When he was outside, Draco realized that he was totally alone – just as he wanted.
"Draco? Did you hear me? Out master told me that -"
"The girl is interfering again. I heard you father." Draco responded blandly. At the moment, he couldn't care less about the Dark Lord's concerns. They weren't his, so why should he?
"Don't be disrespectful, boy. It was your decision to become our Lord's follower so you will listen to what he has to say." Lucius said to Draco bitterly.
"I will do as I wish. You've been sitting here talking for the past hour saying that there 'was something of grave importance' that I must hear and this is all you come out with? That the girl is interfering with the Dark Lord's plans? That's it? Would you like to elaborate for me?"
A look of shock and then fury passed over Lucius' face as he listened to his son. "You disrespectful son of a bitch! If you had been listening, you would have heard what she did. She disobeyed direct orders from our Lord and then she shows up and laughs in his face! No one insults my Lord like that."
"She has every right to laugh," Draco looked at his father menacingly, "Voldemort can't do anything to her and she knows it. Knowing the girl, she'll use that against him. It's all sort of funny, really…"
"So are you defending her now? I thought -"
"You think right, I hate the girl, but she can't be destroyed and it's as simple as that. It's no use arguing against a fact, father. One simply never wins against something that's already been proven. She'll pay for it eventually, one way or another. She can't hide behind that excuse forever," Draco smirked.
"Good point, boy. That's all I wished to see you for. You may leave my presence." Lucius sat down at his desk, shuffled some parchment around and waved his hand nonchalantly at his son who was already on his way out of the room.
The clatter of heavy footsteps was heard as Draco took long strides down one of the many extensive halls at the Malfoy Manor. The Malfoy family paintings watched him closely as he walked with their noses in the air. He was the one Malfoy boy that they had seemed to take a dislike to.
Sixteen year old Draco Malfoy finally reached huge doors that led to the gardens of the Manor. Outside was dark and he could hear thunder in the distance but that made no difference. Draco opened the doors and walked out of them into the fresh air. He noticed that there were no stars out and the crescent moon was barely visible behind a thick layer of storm clouds.
He walked around the multiple gardens that his mother took so much pride, noticing the different colours. Sadly, the gardens were the only part of the Malfoy Manor that had colour – not that Draco mattered, colour implied emotion and emotion implied weakness – but he had to admit that the flowers were beautiful. For some reason, his mother had a knack for growing plants and it was one thing that she did for fun.
A raindrop fell, and then another, and then another. Suddenly, the sky opened up and a torrent of rain fell down. Thunder clashed and lightening flashed as Draco continued walking through his mother's life. He suddenly turned down a path that was rarely used, for it led to a dark forest near the end of the property. No one ever went there, for what reason Draco didn't know, but he was taught at a young age never to go in there, and frankly he never had.
"The sky is crying."
Draco turned at the sound of a voice he didn't recognized, "What?"
"The sky is crying."
He turned again to see if he could catch a glimpse of who said that, but again there was nothing, "Who are you?" Fury began to show on the boy's face as no one responded.
"The sky is crying," Said the voice again, but much quieter this time, in almost a whisper.
"ANSWER ME DAMMIT!" Draco yelled.
Just like before there was no reply to Draco's question. He stood still for what seemed like forever as rain pelted down on him, soaking his clothing. Still there was nothing, so he began to walk back towards his Manor.
Freezing cold rain dripped down Draco's face but he did nothing to stop it. He enjoyed the rain. There was something about it that made him feel… he didn't know how it made him feel, but it made him stronger. It gave him the ability to sneer, to frown and to scowl. The raindrops made Draco feel as if there was something that was just as cold as he was, and just as merciless.
"You're going to catch a cold, my son," an elegant female voice said. Draco realized that he had stopped walking and was just standing in the middle of the gardens looking up at the sky.
"I'll be fine, mother." Draco responded as Narcissa Malfoy walked over to her son. Her hair and clothing were as soaked as his, implying that she had been outside just as long.
"I know that you enjoy the rain, but your father needs you to be in perfect health."
"My father can go screw himself."
"You will not disobey your father." Narcissa said to her son in a monotone voice.
"I will not obey him. I will do as I wish, I am not him, nor do I want to be. I'm stronger, I'm smarter, and I'm not a follower as he is. I will not obey someone like him who only obeys another." Draco sneered at his mother.
"Do not try to be different Draco, because you are so much the same as he is. You will become him."
Draco gave his mother an evil look as he started walking back towards the manor. She walked a little bit slower behind him and asked quietly, "Then who do you want to be and where do you want to go?"
The tall blonde haired boy stopped suddenly in his tracks and turned to face his mother, "I want to be powerful. I want people to bow down to me. I want to go… I don't know where I want to go. I know who I want to be though, and that's enough."
"That's what your father wanted, Draco. Does he have it though? No he doesn't. He never figured out where he wanted to go either, so figure that out and maybe you'll be different," Was Narcissa's reply.
"I'm already different than he is, mother." Draco sneered. He greatly disliked the idea of being like his father, constantly following someone else's orders, kissing someone else's ass.
"No Draco. That's what you're missing my son, perspective. You can't keep saying you're different when you're not; don't lie to yourself. Admit that you are the same as he and then you'll realize what you need to do to be different. I want my son to grow up to be strong, powerful, and perceptive, something his father never was or will be. Grow up Draco, that's what you need." Narcissa lowered her blond head as she walked past a confused Draco back towards the manor. She suddenly stopped in her tracks and looked back into her son's cold, grey eyes and said quietly, "Don't look so lost, my son. Forget that I ever said anything and come inside. It's freezing out here and you'll catch cold."
Draco shook his head partly to clear it and partly to stop the water dripping from his hair. He walked in long strides beside Narcissa and she had to jog to keep up with him. Draco made sure he got to the manor first and when he did, he quickly opened the door and then slammed it in his mother's face. A perfectly normal day in the Malfoy Manor.
A/N: Okay, so I revised the end of this chapter because it was absolutely HORRENDOUS. What the hell was I thinking? Anyway, I think it's better and I hope you all like it. I'm starting on the next chapter right after I replace the old chapter…
8 days until HBP! 7 until Charlie and the Chocolate Factory swoon Johnny Depp… yummy. 27 days until I go to an Iron Maiden concert! WOOO! My calendar is full of stuff!
