Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potterâ only this particular plot line
Written by: RR and TP (no real names)
CHAPTER 10
"Father no! Please!"
"We don't beg!"
"Ahh! Stop!"
"You weakling, you made me look like a fool. Why did you refuse it?"
"I- I'm not ready, I'm not responsible enough"
"You would be if you wanted to be! You are not my son!"
SLAM!
"Pack you bags!"
Draco sat quivering on the side of his former bed. He knew what would happen. He would be gone within a couple of hours. He could not think of where he would stay. All of his forced friends from school had gotten their marks, so he could not go to them. Ginny! He grabbed a piece of parchment and began to scribble a quick letter.
Ginny
After refusing the mark, my father kicked me out. I don't know where to stay. Can I go to your house?
Draco
He watched his owl soar off, and then he threw all of his clothes into his trunk. He shrunk his books and anything else he could think of. He grabbed his broom, and cast an invisibility spell on it, because he knew his father would not let him keep it. He placed it on the floor and sat down on the bed, waiting for a reply from Ginny.
"Ginny?" Harry asked as Ginny entered the kitchen, twenty minutes after the start of breakfast, "Why are you like secluding yourself all of the sudden?"
She shrugged and said, "I'm going to Diagon Alley in an hour."
"Not alone," Harry remarked.
"Fine."
She sprinted to her room and scribbled a note to Draco.
Draco
See you at Diagon Alley 9
Ginny
"Ginny, you said we need to go to Diagon Alley," Ron said, "however we don't need to go to Diagon Alley to sit on a bench."
"Yes we do."
"Hey look," Harry said brightly, "Let's go annoy Malfoyâ He's alone."
Ginny stood up and walked over to him.
"Oh," Harry said, "I want to see this."
What happened next was exactly the opposite of what they had expected. Ginny slipped her hand into Malfoy's, causing them both to smile.
"Uhhhh Ginny" Hermione said, "That's Malfoy."
"Yeah, I knowâ He is going to stay with us."
"WHAT?!" Harry exclaimed, "YOU KNOW WHO HIS FATHER IS! VOLDEMORT BROKE HIM OUT OF AZKABAN PERSONALLY!"
"He is my boyfriend"
"WHAT?!" Ron yelled.
"He isn't like thatâ he refused the dark mark."
Hermione looked skeptical as she lowered the daily prophet. In bold letters, the headline was, 'MAGIC LIMIT LOWERED.' She whipped out her wand. "Legilimens!" A stream of images entered her mind. 'I will know if you are kind to that Potter boy. The other children will keep an eye on you.' There was a brief blur. 'You are a Malfoy! If you don't start acting like one, I WILL WHIP YOU AGAIN'! Another blur and the scene morphed into the sorting hat, it murmured, on its way towards his head 'First Malfoy not to be in Slytherin.' 'I have to be!' 'I see' SLYTHERIN!' It shouted, as soon as it touched him. A third time, it blurred. 'Draco Malfoy, your turn.' 'N-noâ I can't' 'What do you mean? IT IS AN HONOR!' 'You said it was my decisionâ I refuse!' 'Very well. The Dark Lord will not be pleased.' It blurred for the fourth time. 'Father no! Please!' 'We don't beg!' 'Ahh! Stop!' 'You weakling, you made me look like a fool. Why did you refuse it?' 'I- I'm not ready, I'm not responsible enough' 'You would be if you wanted to be! You are not my son!' SLAM! 'Pack you bags!'
Hermione let go. Everyone was staring at her. She was shocked.
"He's telling the truth," she said, "I saw him refuse itâ His father beat himâ I didn't know."
She looked ready to faint. Harry sat her down on the bench then walked over to Draco.
"Soâ you were forced?"
"Yeah, I never would have done that stuff"
"Why did you refuse the mark?"
"I knew it was wrong. I didn't want to end up like my father. I wanted you to win so many timesâ And I knew if I did get it, I would never be able to be with Ginny."
Harry put his arm around Draco. Whoaâ never thought I would feel sorry for him
"Hermione" Ron said slowly, "You just did magic! Outside of school!"
She stood up and handed him the Daily Prophet, which he read aloud.
Due to the rise of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and his recent attacks on muggle and wizarding homes, the limit on Magical practice outside of educational facilities has been lowered to the age of fourteen and a half.
Ron looked stunned for a moment. Harry threw floo powder into the fireplace at Flourish and Blotts, which was right next to them. He disappeared, saying, "Stay here a moment."
Ron suddenly got over the surprise, and transfigured the bench into a chicken.
Harry reappeared with Dumbledore.
"He will have to stay with us professor."
"I used Legilimens" Hermione started.
"I have known for some time now that this would happen," Dumbledore said. He handed Draco and strip of parchment, which he read, just before if burnt.
Draco stepped into the fireplace, still full of emerald flames. "Number twelve Grimauld Place."
The four swords lay on the kitchen table.
"Harry, take the Blade of Gryffindor."
Harry lifted the sword off the table, slid it into its sheath, and put it in his cloak.
Hermione asked, "What of the other three, professor?"
He sheathed them himself and handed Slytherin's to Draco. The emeralds glowed.
"You are a descendent of Salazar, but that does not mean you have his choices guiding you. The sword did not react to him. It failed him when he fought Godric. It senses you as the rightful owner."
"Ron," he tossed him the Blade of Ravenclaw. It responded by glowing also.
"Now I do believe there is one left. Mr. Longbottom?"
Neville walked into the room. The yellow gems signaled his touch on the hilt.
"We must go to the Department of Mysteries."
Dumbledore emerged from the Department of Mysteries carrying a small glass orb.
"I made a replica," He said as he dropped it onto the stone floor.
The true descendants of the four founders will reunite the four houses with the founders Blades. The descendants will emerge from the Gryffindor's domain. Only once complete unity is established, will the Dark Lord be destroyed. However they alone cannot achieve this each one must be in unity with someone unrelated.
"Now do you understand why I have stressed inter-house friendships?"
They all nodded.
"What does 'in unison with someone unrelated' mean, professor?" Ron asked.
"For you, I believe it would be Mrs. Luna Lovegood, for Harry, Hermione, for Draco, Ginny, and Neville I am not sure about."