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'...' indicates thought
Draco's Spirit
Chapter One
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*Flashback to prior that day*
*Draco Malfoy POV*
"Master Draco. Master Draco, you must wake up."
I groaned and sat up, running a hand through my silky hair.
"What?" I snapped at the house elf who continued to bob her large ugly head.
"Bunni was sent to fetch Master Draco, that she was. Please do not be mad at Bunni Master Draco," she squeaked.
Taking a deep breath, I sighed. "Just get your filthy face out of my sight," I said harshly.
"Yes Master Draco!" She disappeared with a little pop; elf magic.
I groaned again and swung my feet over the bed in a careless manner. I didn't really think like that about the house elves. Heck, I thought they were kinda cute, in their own elfish way.
Minutes later, I had made my way down to the dining hall where both of my parents sat, in dead silence.
"Draco." Lucis Malfoy stated my name in his clear cold voice, sending shivers down my spine.
"Yes Father?" I leveled my gray eyes with his own, letting no emotion slip in. Otherwise, I would be punished for letting others see into my soul, my thoughts.
"Your sixth year at Hogwarts starts tomorrow. Today, you must go and pick up the supplies you'll be needing. I myself will not be coming as I have business.
'Yeah right. Acting like a dog to Lord Voldemort is business.'
"Very well Father." I then sat stiffly down in the straight backed chair and started on my breakfast.
While shoving eggs in my mouth, I risked a glance up at my mother.
She sat stonily, her plae blue eyes focused on the painting of an 1842 goblin rebellion on the other end of the room.
I felt sorry for my mother. I could tell she did not love Lucis. She was a trophy wife. A perfect wife. She knew her place, clear as crystal. Only speak unless spoken to, always keep emotions in check, never disobey Lucis, look beautiful and act like a woman should.
Narcissa never recieved any love. Everyone always thought the Malfoys' had everything they had ever wanted. Money. Power. Respect.
But the truth is (A/N- I luv that line! Soujiro says it in Rurouni Kenshin in episode 55.) those simple minded fools that called themselves wizards were wrong, so very very wrong.
The only Malfoy in the family that truly had everything was Lucis. He had a trophy wife, anda son who he believed wanted to be just like him. He was right hand to the Dark Lord (although that was hidden from the public) and wizards feared him.
I wished i could comfort Mother and tell her everything was alright and I loved her. But it was simply not possible to show that I cared. If I was to do that, I would be punished for overstepping my position as a Malfoy. We didn't care about anyone. Anyone.
Sometimes I believed Father was blind. Did he even realize I didnt't want to be like him? No, he was probably to agnorrant to even think such thoughts could run through my mind. I HAD respected him, up until my fourth year at Hogwarts.
After Potter had come back with the body of Cedric Diggory, I has started to think about which side I would choose. I knew it wouldn't be long before a war broke out, light vs. dark; good vs. evil.
My father, naturally, chose evil. To him, I was following in his footsteps and soon, too soon, I would be recieving my dark mark.
I used to admire that mark. It had seemed cool; the snake protuding from the mouth of the skull. Now I only saw it as a mark of imprisonment, as an eternal slave to Voldemort.
I played the perfect son of a deatheater, prehaps the reason Father was still unaware of my hate for the dark. I hate Potter. Look down upon muggleborns. Am cold and uncaring on the outside.
But I only act. Inside I cheer for the light. Unfortunately, my pride and change of heart keeps me from going to Dumbledore and telling him my views. So I bide my time, keeping my opinions to myself. If Father ever figured what went on in my head, I've no doubt he'd kill me on the spot.
"Draco." Father's voice cut through my thoughts. "Shouldn't you be on your way?" he asked, a saracstic ring hidden in his words.
I bowed my head in shame. "Yet Father. Thank you for reminding me." Gracefully, I rose from the table and exited the dining room. I had learned that whenever Father used that tone of voice to accept the words as if they were advice, or pay the consequences.
As soon as I was out of earshot, I snorted from disgust. At times, I was tempted tto punch my father's leering face in.
I stopped my trek in front of our great hall fireplace. Our great hall reminded me of the one at Hogwarts, just not as big, but easily as grand.
The ceiling was enchanted, but it was always filled with swirling storm clouds reflecting the mood of Malfoy Manor. The walls had lavish paintings in solid silver and gold frames. Dark emerald green curtains covered the floor length window to keep out the sun.
A fire roared in the wall length fireplace, which is where I now stood. On the mantle was a green box full of floo powder. I took a handfull and threw it into the flames and it errupted into glittering tounges of fire, licking at each other.
Stepping into the fire, I clearly said,"Borgin and Burkes," and disappeared with a whoosh.
I stepped majestically from the fireplace and looked around. Borgin and Burkes looke dlike it always has; dark and depressing. Quickly, I stole to the door, not wanting to see Mr. Borgin. 'Slimy old git. Always asks tons of stupid questions and I don't have time to waste on him.'
I soon exited from the dark corridors of Knockturn Alley and stepped into the sunshine of Diagon Alley.
Allowing myself a small smile, I cast my eyes around the busy streets. Children were everywhere and creating a havoc with theor silly games. The corners of my mouth turned down. With a wistful sigh I wished I could have had a childhood like that. Carefree and innocent. But no. My hands unconciously balled into fists at my side and a look of anger slipped into my eyes.
As soon as I had been of age, the Dark Arts and my father's teachings had been pressed down upon me. At the age of four I was learning Latin while other wizards played with toy broomsticks. At eight I was taught Dark Art spells and hexes. Fortunately, I had picked up on the enchantments quickly, but never fast enough to please my father.
And then, when I had entered Hogwarts he had become more dissapointed in me. A muggleborn witch had beaten me in every subject except potions beacuse I was Snape's favorite.
Nothing was ever good enough for him. Nothing. I had always pushed myself to the limit to seek his approval. But instead of seeing my efforts, he saw only my faults. And it was then I knew I culd never measure up to his expectations.
Pulling my list out of my pocket, I scanned it quickly. I needed several new books and... what! I quickly reread the line.
All sixth and seventh year students are required to have their wands checked before returning to school.
"Well this sucks," I muttered quietly to myself. "Never did like that Ollivander guy. Kinda creepy..."
I was heading to Flourish and Blotts when I saw them. The Golden Trio. Potty, Weasel and the Mud- Granger. I smirked to myself. 'Guess all this good thinking is rubbing off on me. Then again, the word mudblood was always a little rude. But only a little.'
"Well, Well," I drawled. "If it isn't Dumbledore's pets."
Weasel glared at me. "Sod off Malfoy." My smirk grew, upsetting him even more.
"How long did it take you to come up wit that one Weasel? Seems a bit original," I said, lookng at my manicured nails.
"Why you-" Weasely lunged at me, but was held back by Potter.
"Listen Malfoy," said Scarhead throguh clenched teeth. "We don't want any trouble, so just get your arse out of here."
I chuckled. "And why the hell would I want to do that Potter? You're so much fun to annoy."
"Malfoy." Potter's voice held a note of warning.
It was then I turned to the bushy haired girl. "What's wrong Granger, cat got your tounge?" She simply glared at me, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
"I'll be seeing you three around." I turned and walked away, but then looked back. "And Weasel? Can't you afford a bath? You stink like a hippogriff that hasn't bathed in a while."
Weasely lunged at me again, but Scarhead just tightened his grip. With a careless stride I entered the book store to purchase my supplies, leaving the Dream Team seething in the middle of the street.
After telling the clerk what books I needed I stood tapping my foot impatiently. 'Why do people always take so long to complete a simple task?'
"Here you go Sir." The attendant held out the pile of books I'd ordered. I nodded in way of thanks. Malfoys' never thank those lower than them.
I muttered a quick spell and tapped my books. they disappeared with a pop, on their way back to Malfoy Manor. I clutched my wand and moved towards Ollivanders. The door creaked open and a bell tinkled within.
"Well now, Mr. Malfoy." A smooth oily voice sounded to my right. I whirled around my heart beating a rapid pace. "Are you here for your wand inspection?"
'Calm down Draco. You're a Malfoy, pull yourself together. But holy shit! He like appeared out of nowhere!'
"What do you think Mr. Ollivander? I came to have tea?" I questioned, a sarcastic ring to my voice. He bristled. I had angered him and he wasn't afraid to show it.
"Mr. Malfoy, you're wand please." He demanded, holding out his hand expectantly.
With an annoyed sigh I held out my magnificent wand and he took it in his greedy hands. "Black Ebony with Dragon Heartstring, fourteen and a half inches long. Such a nice wand...." He ran his fingers over it gently. "You may pick it up in one hour."
"What!" I exclaimed, clearly outraged. "You mean to say you're holding my wand here!"
"Precisely. I shall see you in one hour." Before I even realized what had happened, I found myself on the steps outside.
"Great! What the hell am I supposed to do now?" Several witches and wizards cast me odd glances and hurried past. I guess seeing a wizard yelling to himself is a little weird.
I could go bother Potter, but I really wasn't in the mood. Maybe I'd drop in at the quidditch store.
Forcefully, I shoved my way through the thronging crowds when I noticed a sight that made my blood chill. A little boy with brown hair was laughing at an owl that kept making odd hooting noises. Behind him, a man in crimson robes with the hood hiding his face was creeping forward, wand raised.
Without a second thought, I rushed forward. "HEY! WATCH OUT KID!" (A/N-I know, I know, same lines as Yuske. But it was perfect!)
The little boy looked up, not noticing the danger. I saw the hooded figure open his mouth and a bright green light emitted from his wand, heading for the child.
I launched myself, toppling the boy over, intercepting the blow.
*End Flashback*
"So... I died? And now I'm a ghost?" I asked myself.
"Close but not quite!" I turned in surprise and saw...
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Author's Notes
hehe! well, what do you think? Can anyone guess who is talking to Draco? If you said Botan, direct hit. But I changed her a lot!
Right now, I don't have much to type. Ja Na! (for those of you who don't speak Japanese, Ja Na means see you later!)
Please R&R!
Also, prolouge was short because... it's well, prolouge!
~IcyPanther
'...' indicates thought
Draco's Spirit
Chapter One
******************
*Flashback to prior that day*
*Draco Malfoy POV*
"Master Draco. Master Draco, you must wake up."
I groaned and sat up, running a hand through my silky hair.
"What?" I snapped at the house elf who continued to bob her large ugly head.
"Bunni was sent to fetch Master Draco, that she was. Please do not be mad at Bunni Master Draco," she squeaked.
Taking a deep breath, I sighed. "Just get your filthy face out of my sight," I said harshly.
"Yes Master Draco!" She disappeared with a little pop; elf magic.
I groaned again and swung my feet over the bed in a careless manner. I didn't really think like that about the house elves. Heck, I thought they were kinda cute, in their own elfish way.
Minutes later, I had made my way down to the dining hall where both of my parents sat, in dead silence.
"Draco." Lucis Malfoy stated my name in his clear cold voice, sending shivers down my spine.
"Yes Father?" I leveled my gray eyes with his own, letting no emotion slip in. Otherwise, I would be punished for letting others see into my soul, my thoughts.
"Your sixth year at Hogwarts starts tomorrow. Today, you must go and pick up the supplies you'll be needing. I myself will not be coming as I have business.
'Yeah right. Acting like a dog to Lord Voldemort is business.'
"Very well Father." I then sat stiffly down in the straight backed chair and started on my breakfast.
While shoving eggs in my mouth, I risked a glance up at my mother.
She sat stonily, her plae blue eyes focused on the painting of an 1842 goblin rebellion on the other end of the room.
I felt sorry for my mother. I could tell she did not love Lucis. She was a trophy wife. A perfect wife. She knew her place, clear as crystal. Only speak unless spoken to, always keep emotions in check, never disobey Lucis, look beautiful and act like a woman should.
Narcissa never recieved any love. Everyone always thought the Malfoys' had everything they had ever wanted. Money. Power. Respect.
But the truth is (A/N- I luv that line! Soujiro says it in Rurouni Kenshin in episode 55.) those simple minded fools that called themselves wizards were wrong, so very very wrong.
The only Malfoy in the family that truly had everything was Lucis. He had a trophy wife, anda son who he believed wanted to be just like him. He was right hand to the Dark Lord (although that was hidden from the public) and wizards feared him.
I wished i could comfort Mother and tell her everything was alright and I loved her. But it was simply not possible to show that I cared. If I was to do that, I would be punished for overstepping my position as a Malfoy. We didn't care about anyone. Anyone.
Sometimes I believed Father was blind. Did he even realize I didnt't want to be like him? No, he was probably to agnorrant to even think such thoughts could run through my mind. I HAD respected him, up until my fourth year at Hogwarts.
After Potter had come back with the body of Cedric Diggory, I has started to think about which side I would choose. I knew it wouldn't be long before a war broke out, light vs. dark; good vs. evil.
My father, naturally, chose evil. To him, I was following in his footsteps and soon, too soon, I would be recieving my dark mark.
I used to admire that mark. It had seemed cool; the snake protuding from the mouth of the skull. Now I only saw it as a mark of imprisonment, as an eternal slave to Voldemort.
I played the perfect son of a deatheater, prehaps the reason Father was still unaware of my hate for the dark. I hate Potter. Look down upon muggleborns. Am cold and uncaring on the outside.
But I only act. Inside I cheer for the light. Unfortunately, my pride and change of heart keeps me from going to Dumbledore and telling him my views. So I bide my time, keeping my opinions to myself. If Father ever figured what went on in my head, I've no doubt he'd kill me on the spot.
"Draco." Father's voice cut through my thoughts. "Shouldn't you be on your way?" he asked, a saracstic ring hidden in his words.
I bowed my head in shame. "Yet Father. Thank you for reminding me." Gracefully, I rose from the table and exited the dining room. I had learned that whenever Father used that tone of voice to accept the words as if they were advice, or pay the consequences.
As soon as I was out of earshot, I snorted from disgust. At times, I was tempted tto punch my father's leering face in.
I stopped my trek in front of our great hall fireplace. Our great hall reminded me of the one at Hogwarts, just not as big, but easily as grand.
The ceiling was enchanted, but it was always filled with swirling storm clouds reflecting the mood of Malfoy Manor. The walls had lavish paintings in solid silver and gold frames. Dark emerald green curtains covered the floor length window to keep out the sun.
A fire roared in the wall length fireplace, which is where I now stood. On the mantle was a green box full of floo powder. I took a handfull and threw it into the flames and it errupted into glittering tounges of fire, licking at each other.
Stepping into the fire, I clearly said,"Borgin and Burkes," and disappeared with a whoosh.
I stepped majestically from the fireplace and looked around. Borgin and Burkes looke dlike it always has; dark and depressing. Quickly, I stole to the door, not wanting to see Mr. Borgin. 'Slimy old git. Always asks tons of stupid questions and I don't have time to waste on him.'
I soon exited from the dark corridors of Knockturn Alley and stepped into the sunshine of Diagon Alley.
Allowing myself a small smile, I cast my eyes around the busy streets. Children were everywhere and creating a havoc with theor silly games. The corners of my mouth turned down. With a wistful sigh I wished I could have had a childhood like that. Carefree and innocent. But no. My hands unconciously balled into fists at my side and a look of anger slipped into my eyes.
As soon as I had been of age, the Dark Arts and my father's teachings had been pressed down upon me. At the age of four I was learning Latin while other wizards played with toy broomsticks. At eight I was taught Dark Art spells and hexes. Fortunately, I had picked up on the enchantments quickly, but never fast enough to please my father.
And then, when I had entered Hogwarts he had become more dissapointed in me. A muggleborn witch had beaten me in every subject except potions beacuse I was Snape's favorite.
Nothing was ever good enough for him. Nothing. I had always pushed myself to the limit to seek his approval. But instead of seeing my efforts, he saw only my faults. And it was then I knew I culd never measure up to his expectations.
Pulling my list out of my pocket, I scanned it quickly. I needed several new books and... what! I quickly reread the line.
All sixth and seventh year students are required to have their wands checked before returning to school.
"Well this sucks," I muttered quietly to myself. "Never did like that Ollivander guy. Kinda creepy..."
I was heading to Flourish and Blotts when I saw them. The Golden Trio. Potty, Weasel and the Mud- Granger. I smirked to myself. 'Guess all this good thinking is rubbing off on me. Then again, the word mudblood was always a little rude. But only a little.'
"Well, Well," I drawled. "If it isn't Dumbledore's pets."
Weasel glared at me. "Sod off Malfoy." My smirk grew, upsetting him even more.
"How long did it take you to come up wit that one Weasel? Seems a bit original," I said, lookng at my manicured nails.
"Why you-" Weasely lunged at me, but was held back by Potter.
"Listen Malfoy," said Scarhead throguh clenched teeth. "We don't want any trouble, so just get your arse out of here."
I chuckled. "And why the hell would I want to do that Potter? You're so much fun to annoy."
"Malfoy." Potter's voice held a note of warning.
It was then I turned to the bushy haired girl. "What's wrong Granger, cat got your tounge?" She simply glared at me, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
"I'll be seeing you three around." I turned and walked away, but then looked back. "And Weasel? Can't you afford a bath? You stink like a hippogriff that hasn't bathed in a while."
Weasely lunged at me again, but Scarhead just tightened his grip. With a careless stride I entered the book store to purchase my supplies, leaving the Dream Team seething in the middle of the street.
After telling the clerk what books I needed I stood tapping my foot impatiently. 'Why do people always take so long to complete a simple task?'
"Here you go Sir." The attendant held out the pile of books I'd ordered. I nodded in way of thanks. Malfoys' never thank those lower than them.
I muttered a quick spell and tapped my books. they disappeared with a pop, on their way back to Malfoy Manor. I clutched my wand and moved towards Ollivanders. The door creaked open and a bell tinkled within.
"Well now, Mr. Malfoy." A smooth oily voice sounded to my right. I whirled around my heart beating a rapid pace. "Are you here for your wand inspection?"
'Calm down Draco. You're a Malfoy, pull yourself together. But holy shit! He like appeared out of nowhere!'
"What do you think Mr. Ollivander? I came to have tea?" I questioned, a sarcastic ring to my voice. He bristled. I had angered him and he wasn't afraid to show it.
"Mr. Malfoy, you're wand please." He demanded, holding out his hand expectantly.
With an annoyed sigh I held out my magnificent wand and he took it in his greedy hands. "Black Ebony with Dragon Heartstring, fourteen and a half inches long. Such a nice wand...." He ran his fingers over it gently. "You may pick it up in one hour."
"What!" I exclaimed, clearly outraged. "You mean to say you're holding my wand here!"
"Precisely. I shall see you in one hour." Before I even realized what had happened, I found myself on the steps outside.
"Great! What the hell am I supposed to do now?" Several witches and wizards cast me odd glances and hurried past. I guess seeing a wizard yelling to himself is a little weird.
I could go bother Potter, but I really wasn't in the mood. Maybe I'd drop in at the quidditch store.
Forcefully, I shoved my way through the thronging crowds when I noticed a sight that made my blood chill. A little boy with brown hair was laughing at an owl that kept making odd hooting noises. Behind him, a man in crimson robes with the hood hiding his face was creeping forward, wand raised.
Without a second thought, I rushed forward. "HEY! WATCH OUT KID!" (A/N-I know, I know, same lines as Yuske. But it was perfect!)
The little boy looked up, not noticing the danger. I saw the hooded figure open his mouth and a bright green light emitted from his wand, heading for the child.
I launched myself, toppling the boy over, intercepting the blow.
*End Flashback*
"So... I died? And now I'm a ghost?" I asked myself.
"Close but not quite!" I turned in surprise and saw...
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Author's Notes
hehe! well, what do you think? Can anyone guess who is talking to Draco? If you said Botan, direct hit. But I changed her a lot!
Right now, I don't have much to type. Ja Na! (for those of you who don't speak Japanese, Ja Na means see you later!)
Please R&R!
Also, prolouge was short because... it's well, prolouge!
~IcyPanther