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Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters.
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Draco's Spirit
Chapter Five
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Author's Notes: Oh My! I haveen't updated in a while! So so sorry! I've been so busy and this story does take a while to write. Come to think of it, all my stories take a long time to write.
I'd like to congragulate the contest winner, HalownKougra. *Claps hands and cheers* You will now be put into Draco's Spirit! Hope you like yor role!
For the rest of you, all contest answers are at the end of the chapter! ^^ Happy reading! ^^
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*Dream of Draco in his POV*
I landed on the damp ground with a soft thump and tried to get my bearings. I was in a graveyard. White, almost translucent fog drifted over the grounds, hovering between the chipped and worn gravestones.
I shivered involuntairly, and it was not just from the cold air that seemed to wrap its tendrils about me. Something was here. Something evil..... something that did not seem right. But what?
I rubbed my arms to try to regain some warmth and start my circulation back up again. Gazing into the fog I saw nothing except grey and white blankness of the fog and every few feet a sillouhette of a tombstone rising in the mist.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" I jerked my head in the sound of the scream, which was coming from my right. No something was not right here, not right at all.... I started forward at a run jolting my frozen muscles into action. But it appeared that the graveyard did not want me to go running off.
The marble gravestones seemed to appear out of nowhere trying to make me stimble and fall to the cold ground. The fog thickened so that I couldn't even see three feet in front of me and I felt like I was running chest deep through water.
Hands of the deceased reached up through the ground and grabbed hold of the hem of my robe, to stop me from moving and to drag me down with them to their graves. I felt like i was suffocating. My breaths were coming in short heavey gasps as the night pressed down on me.
The scream, that of a woman, sounded again, this time to my left. "PLEASE!!!! NOOOOOOO!" I renewed my efforts to reach her because she needed help and it appeared I was the only one here who could.
I stumbled into a clearing where the fog immideately let go of its hold on me and started to drift through the open grounds. But I wasn't alone as I had thought I would be...
Mother was on the ground, hunched over. Tears were streaming down her face as she looked up at the cloaked figure abover her. Father..... He was holding a knife poised above her. And then, before I could blink or yell he thrust it down, her lips forming a look of surprise as the knife connected with her. She toppled over and laid still on the ground, Father now holding a knife that was dripping with blood, Mother's blood.
"MOTHER!" I raced forward, paying no atrention to Father and cradled her limp form in my arms, the tears falling softy from my face onto Mother's. And then everything started to fade away until it was only me and Mother. "I'm so srooy," I choked out. "Why did he do this to you, why?" I raised my head up to the Heavens. "WHY HER?" I screamed, "WHY HER?"
*End Dream*
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*Still Draco POV*
"Draco! Draco!" The voice sounded worried and was shaking my shoulder.
"Uhhhhh...." I moaned sleepily, sitting up groggily.
"Oh Draco! Are you alright?" I felt the person reach over and give me a gentle hug.
It was then the dream came back to me. Shakily I said, "Yes," I'm alright."
The pink haired spirit tightened her grip on me like she would never let go but it wasn't so tight that I couldn't breathe. "I was so worried. When I came to get you for breakfast you were cying in your sleep."
"I was?" My hand reached up and sure enough I felt a wet trail of tears on my cheeks.
"Uh huh. Do you want to talk about it?"
"N-no, I'm fine.."
"Alright, but if you ever need to talk to someone I'm right here."
"Thanks Mia," I said, giving her the first real smile I'd had in quite a while.
She smiled back. "Come out when you're ready for breakfast."
I nodded and she left the room. I changed out of my sky blue pajamas - not my choice - into my flowing silver robes and then crossed the room and sat down in front of the mirror. My face still looked a little blotchy and my hair was tousled. I got ready and then glanced at my reflection again. It was perfect, except for the sadness and worry showing in my eyes. "Mother.... I hope you're alright." I whispered to myself.
Then I stepped out of my room and sniffed the air, indicating to me where breakfast was. Spirits sure did eat well. I could already smell pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fresh baked muffins. My nose led me to a large room with windows on every wall. In the middle sat a long table with food and various workes of the Spirit World seated around it.
Mia saw me and waved her banana. I crossed the room, well aware that everyone was watching me. Then again, I smirked to myself. It wan't often they got to meet such a good looking spirit.
I sat down next to Mia and inbetween another spirit with blonde hair and bright purple streaks running through it. Sina smiled at me from the head of the table, two seats away.In fact, those three spirits were the only ones not looking at me.
Mia held out a plate of muffins. "Mudfin?" she asked me, her mouth full of banana.
"Uh.... sure, thanks...." I took a nice blueberry and surveyed all the workers who quickly looked away after I'd caught them staring.
"Draco I'd like you to meet someone," said Sina from her seat. "Mandela," she pointed to the blonde girl on my left, will be working with you and Mia."
I turned to see this spirit that would be helping me. She looked like the quiet type. Peach colored skin with baby blue eyes. Her hair hung just below her shoulder and she had a spray of freckles across her nose. I'd better be nice, it looked like she didn't take well with my type.
"Hi."I turned to face her eye to eye. "I'm Draco."
"I know," she said quietly.
I looked at her in astonishment. She had an Australian accent. I'd never heard that voice before in London.
"Mandela has found the date and time of your wake, the place as well." said Sina.
"Really?" I said examining my nails.
"Yes," said Mandela shyly. "It will be located Hogwarts tonight during the beginning of the year announcements. Your body will be on display for several days after the wake and then it will be buried."
"What! Today! I don't want it to be today!"
Mia clapped her hands delightedly. "To Hogwarts we go then!"
I scowled at her enthusiasm. "I'm not going."
She waved her index finger in my face. "Sorry Draco," she said, "you promised!"
My scowl depeened and she just laughed. That laugh was really starting to get on my nerves.
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About six hours later I was riding on behind Mia on her broomstick and Mandela was riding next to us on her own heading to Hogwarts. I'd had quite an intersting day. Hanging around with Mia and Mandela, as much as I hate to admit it, was fun.
Mia was always so happy, strange really for being a death bringer, and Mandela was nice in her own quiet way. She didn't talk much but when she did at least it wasn't gibberish like Mia was spouting off all the time. For about an hour staright I had listened to Mia go on and on about her favorite color, pink.
I hated to admit it, but I was actually kind of nervous about going to my wake. I had a big decision to make although I already knew the answer. But something baout my dream kept coming back to plauge me and now I wasn't so sure I wanted to be dead. I'd make my decision when we got to Hogwarts.
I must have dozed off, because I felt Mia shaking me awake. "We're here Draco. Wake up."
I opened my eyes and at once I got the magnificent view of Hogwarts. The whole building was lighted up and I could see people, moving aound inside. "The Hogwarts Express just pulled into the station," stated Mia.
We glided right through the entrance of the castle and flew into the Great Hall. In front of the Head Table rested a black casket with a picture of me sitting on the table in front. Black roses adorned the table around it and a small padded kneeler was in front (A/N- You know, the things they have at church. I couldn't remember the name.)
"Mother," I said, recgognizing the figure standing next to the casket. I hopped off of Mia's broom and went up to her. "Mother...." I said again, sadly. She was crying silently with her head bowed. I looked into the casket and saw my body. They had dressed me in my black robes and for once I was thankful that my smirk wasn't on my face. My hair hung loose and the bangs were brushed away from my eyes, which were closed and my face was in a peaceful expression. If I wasn't standing here as a spirit, I would have thought my body was simply sleeping.
I looked up and saw Father talking with Snape. It surprised me, but snape actually looked sad. A bunch of voices entered the hall and I turned to see students pouring in, all glancing curiously at the casket. I guess most of the students hadn't heard about my death or didn't know about the wake.
Mother stood up and went over to the Head table where she sat down next to McGonagall who offered her a tissue and started to talk to her softly. I felt a sense of llike headed towards McGonagall. Maybe she wasn't such a bad person, even if she was head of Gryffindor House. At least she was helping Mother.
After all the students - second years and above - were seated Hagrid came in with a bunch of nervous looking first years. I hovered in the air and with dissapointment saw quite a number of them sorted into Gryffindor.
After McGonagall had taken away the stool Dumbledore stood up. "Welcome back to another year of Hogwarts. I regret to inform you that a fellow student will not be among you this year," he said gravelly. At once whispers began to sound through the hall, everyone asking their neighbor if they knew who had died. "I would like to say," said Dumbledore and at once the talking stopped, " that Draco Malfoy will not be joining us." He held up his hand to stop further questions. "Mr. Malfoy was murdered in Diagon Alley two days ago by a Death Eater. I would like a moment of silence for him."
Everyone bowed their heads, even the Gryffindors, they weren't about to disrespect the dead. Even the Slytherins had been silent for Cedric Diggory so they couldn't be completely heartless.
"During dinner tonight," aid Dumbledore after a few minutes, "you may all come up and pay your respects. Draco's body will be here for several days so you can come up anytime this week." He then waved his wand and food appeared on all the tables. But instead of the generally noisy chatter that accompanied meals, this time it was pretty quiet.
I saw Mother leave the table and go down to the casket where she kneeled down. I noticed most of the students had stopped eating and were just watching Mother. A few minutes later she stood up and left the Great Hall. then to my surprise Dumbledore knelt down. I went closer to hear what he was saying.
"Draco.... you were such a good student and had a lot going for you," he said softly. "But it's all over now...." He paused for a minute and just gazed at my picture. "Why did you save the boy Draco? It seemed so unlike you. Maybe... maybe you weren't who we all thought you to be...." He stood up and walked back to the table.
I was sitting at my table when I saw Snape rise. He too headed towards by coffin and I got up to hear what he had to say.
"Draco.... I couldn't believe it when I heard that you'd died.... I didn't understand. You had never showed kindness for anyone... So I didn't understand and I still don't know why you saved the Thompson boy. You know Draco.... you would have been a good member for the order. I don't think you cared for Lucius's views, but then again I might be wrong...." then he too walked out of the Great Hall.
I glanced at Father who was sitting next to Snape and the empty seat Mother had left. He didn't look the least bit sorry. In fact, he was probably glad that I was gone. I was still looking at Father's face when I heard gasps coming from the house tables. I turned and my jaw dropped. Potter was walking with a confident stride towards my body.
He went over to the kneeler and dropped on to it, after looking at my face in the casket. I went real close to hear what Potter was going to say. Was he going to mock me in death... but Potter really wasn't that kind of person.
"You know Malfoy, I'm actually upset you're gone. Believe it or not, I looked up to you. You were on the wrong side, but you had such confidence in yourself and you didn't fear anything. You always knew how to turn the situation around when things got bad for you and you never let another person faze you. I admired you for that. I did not appreciate what you called Hermione or the way you tried to hurt us so many times. But....I forgive you Malfoy. I regret not accepting you to be my friend, You may have been a different person, but I guess we'll never know."
Whoah! Did Potter just say all that nice stuff about me??? I looked at his retreating figure, unsure of how to react. If he'd died I wouldn't be saying those kinds of things... so why did he?
A few more students dropped by that evening during dinner. Pansy put on a big weeping fit but I knew it was fake. She never really cared about me. No one did. They all just wanted the Malfoy name which spoke of money and power.
Right before Dumbledore made his announcement, a certain mudblood got up. At once I thought would head to my body, but then shook my head. She would never forgive me for how I treated her over the years... never...
But contradictory to my thoughts she too walked up and kneeled down to say a prayer. This was something I head to hear, so I zoomed over to listen in.
"... and you promised Malfoy... You promised... You told me and now you broke your promise...."
Huh? What is she talking about?
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*Flashback to end of Fifth Year*
I was lounging casually against the doorway to the train compartment knowing the mudblood would be coming out soon. She had gone into the weaslette's compartment to get something and would be out in a few minutes so she could og sit with Potty and Weasel.
Sure enough, the door slid open and Granger walked right into me. "Watch where you're going Granger,"
"What! Were you eavesdropping on me?" she asked angrily.
"Why would I want to listen to a mudblood's convers-" She raised her hand and slapped me across the face before I could finish.
My hand went to my cheek and I glared at Granger. "Little Spitfire, aren't you."
"You listen here Malfoy. Stop calling me a mudblood."
"Why? It's the truth."
"Because it makes you sound stupid, is that the best you can come up with?"
"You know Granger," I said leaning back against the wall, "That's the only thing I like about you."
"W-what!" She looked all flustered.
"Your tounge. You're pretty quick. Look forward to seeing you next year." I smirked and started off down the hallway.
"You jerk! I-I'll never let you do that! You'll never beat me!"
I turned to look at the fuming girl. "You really think so Granger?"
She nodded.
"Well then I, Draco Malfoy, promise to never let Hermione Granger out wit me."
"Let's see if you hold true to your promise Malfoy!"
I smirked again. "I will."
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Oh yeah! That promise.... She stood up and left the Great Hall with all the other dispersing students. I went to look for Mother.
I floated past Mia and Mandela who were talking quietly to one another. It didn't seem they realized I'd left. I was floating down the halls heading deeper into Hogwarts, away from all people. I wasn't sure why I was heade this way, but I was... A yell startled me and I took off in the direction it had sounded from.
I turned and saw my mother pushed up against the wall, my father pinning her against it. He raised his hand and slapped her across the face. "Narcissa," he hissed. "You're very lucky no one saw you.... Now drink this." He shoved a bottle in her face.
"Well I can't if you don't let go of my arms," she snapped.
Lucius slapped her again. "Drink it."
Gliding forward, I looked at Mother closer and at once rage started to boil up in me. Her face had several bruises and I could see a bruise on her shoulder, since her dress was off them. He'd been hurting her!
I yelled and slammed my fist at his head and passed right through. When I turned around for another attack I saw Mother drinking whatever was in the bottle. At once the bruises started to disappear.
"Let's go Narcissa," he said coldly. She nodded meekly, the fight out of her, and followed him down the hall.
I went back to the Great Hall, a decision in my mind.
"Mandela, Mia, I made my decision."
"Oh?" Both spirits turned to me.
"I want to try the task. I want to live."
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Author's Notes: I'm going to apologize again for taking so long to update! I"M SORRY!! There, now I feel better.
I do need some help! ^^ Please send me ideas for the task Draco can go through to get his life back... But if you follow the YYH storyline, he will fail so don't make it perfect! Thanx!
I do hope you all enjoyed the contest and this chappie! I did! ^^ I'd like to once again congragulate HalownKougra on her win! In case none of you realized, Mandela is her character. ^^
And now for the answers to the contest....
1. Ravenclaw (Prisoner of Azkaban)
2, Werewolf. Harry asked and Hagrid told him they were to slow (Sorcerer's Stone)
3. A plate of sandwhiches and pumpkin juice (Chamber of Secrets)
4. Purple pustles on her face that spelled 'sneak' (Order of the Phoenix)
5. A specialist (Goblet of Fire)
6. Chamber of Secrets (After Slytherin Match with rouge bludger
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Reviewer's Comments:
~*~LishaChan~*~ Bad bad Lucius! ^^ Yep silver robes to match the eyes! I think it would look cool! ^^ I luv the Burgin and Bourkes extra scene! Lucius is soos evil! ^^ Love Tom Felton! ^^
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~*~Ryo Akuinenn~*~ I think the name's awesome! Dragon of Evil Destiny is so cool! ^^ Thank you soo much for your wonderful e-mail review! ^^ I think Mandela made a good addition. I needed someone to help with Draco's case and she was perfect! ^^ ~*~Draco~*~ Thanx very much! ^^ Marietta is a girl in book 5 who is a memeber of Dumbledore's Army. But she tattles to Umbridge. Bad girl.... ^^
~*~HalownKougra~*~ Congrats on winning! ^^ Yes it does sound like YYH! ^^ But I like mine a lot! The only thing is.... I don't have a Kuwabara! Well, Crabbe or Goyle! ^^
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~IcyPanther
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Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters.
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Draco's Spirit
Chapter Five
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Author's Notes: Oh My! I haveen't updated in a while! So so sorry! I've been so busy and this story does take a while to write. Come to think of it, all my stories take a long time to write.
I'd like to congragulate the contest winner, HalownKougra. *Claps hands and cheers* You will now be put into Draco's Spirit! Hope you like yor role!
For the rest of you, all contest answers are at the end of the chapter! ^^ Happy reading! ^^
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*Dream of Draco in his POV*
I landed on the damp ground with a soft thump and tried to get my bearings. I was in a graveyard. White, almost translucent fog drifted over the grounds, hovering between the chipped and worn gravestones.
I shivered involuntairly, and it was not just from the cold air that seemed to wrap its tendrils about me. Something was here. Something evil..... something that did not seem right. But what?
I rubbed my arms to try to regain some warmth and start my circulation back up again. Gazing into the fog I saw nothing except grey and white blankness of the fog and every few feet a sillouhette of a tombstone rising in the mist.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" I jerked my head in the sound of the scream, which was coming from my right. No something was not right here, not right at all.... I started forward at a run jolting my frozen muscles into action. But it appeared that the graveyard did not want me to go running off.
The marble gravestones seemed to appear out of nowhere trying to make me stimble and fall to the cold ground. The fog thickened so that I couldn't even see three feet in front of me and I felt like I was running chest deep through water.
Hands of the deceased reached up through the ground and grabbed hold of the hem of my robe, to stop me from moving and to drag me down with them to their graves. I felt like i was suffocating. My breaths were coming in short heavey gasps as the night pressed down on me.
The scream, that of a woman, sounded again, this time to my left. "PLEASE!!!! NOOOOOOO!" I renewed my efforts to reach her because she needed help and it appeared I was the only one here who could.
I stumbled into a clearing where the fog immideately let go of its hold on me and started to drift through the open grounds. But I wasn't alone as I had thought I would be...
Mother was on the ground, hunched over. Tears were streaming down her face as she looked up at the cloaked figure abover her. Father..... He was holding a knife poised above her. And then, before I could blink or yell he thrust it down, her lips forming a look of surprise as the knife connected with her. She toppled over and laid still on the ground, Father now holding a knife that was dripping with blood, Mother's blood.
"MOTHER!" I raced forward, paying no atrention to Father and cradled her limp form in my arms, the tears falling softy from my face onto Mother's. And then everything started to fade away until it was only me and Mother. "I'm so srooy," I choked out. "Why did he do this to you, why?" I raised my head up to the Heavens. "WHY HER?" I screamed, "WHY HER?"
*End Dream*
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*Still Draco POV*
"Draco! Draco!" The voice sounded worried and was shaking my shoulder.
"Uhhhhh...." I moaned sleepily, sitting up groggily.
"Oh Draco! Are you alright?" I felt the person reach over and give me a gentle hug.
It was then the dream came back to me. Shakily I said, "Yes," I'm alright."
The pink haired spirit tightened her grip on me like she would never let go but it wasn't so tight that I couldn't breathe. "I was so worried. When I came to get you for breakfast you were cying in your sleep."
"I was?" My hand reached up and sure enough I felt a wet trail of tears on my cheeks.
"Uh huh. Do you want to talk about it?"
"N-no, I'm fine.."
"Alright, but if you ever need to talk to someone I'm right here."
"Thanks Mia," I said, giving her the first real smile I'd had in quite a while.
She smiled back. "Come out when you're ready for breakfast."
I nodded and she left the room. I changed out of my sky blue pajamas - not my choice - into my flowing silver robes and then crossed the room and sat down in front of the mirror. My face still looked a little blotchy and my hair was tousled. I got ready and then glanced at my reflection again. It was perfect, except for the sadness and worry showing in my eyes. "Mother.... I hope you're alright." I whispered to myself.
Then I stepped out of my room and sniffed the air, indicating to me where breakfast was. Spirits sure did eat well. I could already smell pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fresh baked muffins. My nose led me to a large room with windows on every wall. In the middle sat a long table with food and various workes of the Spirit World seated around it.
Mia saw me and waved her banana. I crossed the room, well aware that everyone was watching me. Then again, I smirked to myself. It wan't often they got to meet such a good looking spirit.
I sat down next to Mia and inbetween another spirit with blonde hair and bright purple streaks running through it. Sina smiled at me from the head of the table, two seats away.In fact, those three spirits were the only ones not looking at me.
Mia held out a plate of muffins. "Mudfin?" she asked me, her mouth full of banana.
"Uh.... sure, thanks...." I took a nice blueberry and surveyed all the workers who quickly looked away after I'd caught them staring.
"Draco I'd like you to meet someone," said Sina from her seat. "Mandela," she pointed to the blonde girl on my left, will be working with you and Mia."
I turned to see this spirit that would be helping me. She looked like the quiet type. Peach colored skin with baby blue eyes. Her hair hung just below her shoulder and she had a spray of freckles across her nose. I'd better be nice, it looked like she didn't take well with my type.
"Hi."I turned to face her eye to eye. "I'm Draco."
"I know," she said quietly.
I looked at her in astonishment. She had an Australian accent. I'd never heard that voice before in London.
"Mandela has found the date and time of your wake, the place as well." said Sina.
"Really?" I said examining my nails.
"Yes," said Mandela shyly. "It will be located Hogwarts tonight during the beginning of the year announcements. Your body will be on display for several days after the wake and then it will be buried."
"What! Today! I don't want it to be today!"
Mia clapped her hands delightedly. "To Hogwarts we go then!"
I scowled at her enthusiasm. "I'm not going."
She waved her index finger in my face. "Sorry Draco," she said, "you promised!"
My scowl depeened and she just laughed. That laugh was really starting to get on my nerves.
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About six hours later I was riding on behind Mia on her broomstick and Mandela was riding next to us on her own heading to Hogwarts. I'd had quite an intersting day. Hanging around with Mia and Mandela, as much as I hate to admit it, was fun.
Mia was always so happy, strange really for being a death bringer, and Mandela was nice in her own quiet way. She didn't talk much but when she did at least it wasn't gibberish like Mia was spouting off all the time. For about an hour staright I had listened to Mia go on and on about her favorite color, pink.
I hated to admit it, but I was actually kind of nervous about going to my wake. I had a big decision to make although I already knew the answer. But something baout my dream kept coming back to plauge me and now I wasn't so sure I wanted to be dead. I'd make my decision when we got to Hogwarts.
I must have dozed off, because I felt Mia shaking me awake. "We're here Draco. Wake up."
I opened my eyes and at once I got the magnificent view of Hogwarts. The whole building was lighted up and I could see people, moving aound inside. "The Hogwarts Express just pulled into the station," stated Mia.
We glided right through the entrance of the castle and flew into the Great Hall. In front of the Head Table rested a black casket with a picture of me sitting on the table in front. Black roses adorned the table around it and a small padded kneeler was in front (A/N- You know, the things they have at church. I couldn't remember the name.)
"Mother," I said, recgognizing the figure standing next to the casket. I hopped off of Mia's broom and went up to her. "Mother...." I said again, sadly. She was crying silently with her head bowed. I looked into the casket and saw my body. They had dressed me in my black robes and for once I was thankful that my smirk wasn't on my face. My hair hung loose and the bangs were brushed away from my eyes, which were closed and my face was in a peaceful expression. If I wasn't standing here as a spirit, I would have thought my body was simply sleeping.
I looked up and saw Father talking with Snape. It surprised me, but snape actually looked sad. A bunch of voices entered the hall and I turned to see students pouring in, all glancing curiously at the casket. I guess most of the students hadn't heard about my death or didn't know about the wake.
Mother stood up and went over to the Head table where she sat down next to McGonagall who offered her a tissue and started to talk to her softly. I felt a sense of llike headed towards McGonagall. Maybe she wasn't such a bad person, even if she was head of Gryffindor House. At least she was helping Mother.
After all the students - second years and above - were seated Hagrid came in with a bunch of nervous looking first years. I hovered in the air and with dissapointment saw quite a number of them sorted into Gryffindor.
After McGonagall had taken away the stool Dumbledore stood up. "Welcome back to another year of Hogwarts. I regret to inform you that a fellow student will not be among you this year," he said gravelly. At once whispers began to sound through the hall, everyone asking their neighbor if they knew who had died. "I would like to say," said Dumbledore and at once the talking stopped, " that Draco Malfoy will not be joining us." He held up his hand to stop further questions. "Mr. Malfoy was murdered in Diagon Alley two days ago by a Death Eater. I would like a moment of silence for him."
Everyone bowed their heads, even the Gryffindors, they weren't about to disrespect the dead. Even the Slytherins had been silent for Cedric Diggory so they couldn't be completely heartless.
"During dinner tonight," aid Dumbledore after a few minutes, "you may all come up and pay your respects. Draco's body will be here for several days so you can come up anytime this week." He then waved his wand and food appeared on all the tables. But instead of the generally noisy chatter that accompanied meals, this time it was pretty quiet.
I saw Mother leave the table and go down to the casket where she kneeled down. I noticed most of the students had stopped eating and were just watching Mother. A few minutes later she stood up and left the Great Hall. then to my surprise Dumbledore knelt down. I went closer to hear what he was saying.
"Draco.... you were such a good student and had a lot going for you," he said softly. "But it's all over now...." He paused for a minute and just gazed at my picture. "Why did you save the boy Draco? It seemed so unlike you. Maybe... maybe you weren't who we all thought you to be...." He stood up and walked back to the table.
I was sitting at my table when I saw Snape rise. He too headed towards by coffin and I got up to hear what he had to say.
"Draco.... I couldn't believe it when I heard that you'd died.... I didn't understand. You had never showed kindness for anyone... So I didn't understand and I still don't know why you saved the Thompson boy. You know Draco.... you would have been a good member for the order. I don't think you cared for Lucius's views, but then again I might be wrong...." then he too walked out of the Great Hall.
I glanced at Father who was sitting next to Snape and the empty seat Mother had left. He didn't look the least bit sorry. In fact, he was probably glad that I was gone. I was still looking at Father's face when I heard gasps coming from the house tables. I turned and my jaw dropped. Potter was walking with a confident stride towards my body.
He went over to the kneeler and dropped on to it, after looking at my face in the casket. I went real close to hear what Potter was going to say. Was he going to mock me in death... but Potter really wasn't that kind of person.
"You know Malfoy, I'm actually upset you're gone. Believe it or not, I looked up to you. You were on the wrong side, but you had such confidence in yourself and you didn't fear anything. You always knew how to turn the situation around when things got bad for you and you never let another person faze you. I admired you for that. I did not appreciate what you called Hermione or the way you tried to hurt us so many times. But....I forgive you Malfoy. I regret not accepting you to be my friend, You may have been a different person, but I guess we'll never know."
Whoah! Did Potter just say all that nice stuff about me??? I looked at his retreating figure, unsure of how to react. If he'd died I wouldn't be saying those kinds of things... so why did he?
A few more students dropped by that evening during dinner. Pansy put on a big weeping fit but I knew it was fake. She never really cared about me. No one did. They all just wanted the Malfoy name which spoke of money and power.
Right before Dumbledore made his announcement, a certain mudblood got up. At once I thought would head to my body, but then shook my head. She would never forgive me for how I treated her over the years... never...
But contradictory to my thoughts she too walked up and kneeled down to say a prayer. This was something I head to hear, so I zoomed over to listen in.
"... and you promised Malfoy... You promised... You told me and now you broke your promise...."
Huh? What is she talking about?
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*Flashback to end of Fifth Year*
I was lounging casually against the doorway to the train compartment knowing the mudblood would be coming out soon. She had gone into the weaslette's compartment to get something and would be out in a few minutes so she could og sit with Potty and Weasel.
Sure enough, the door slid open and Granger walked right into me. "Watch where you're going Granger,"
"What! Were you eavesdropping on me?" she asked angrily.
"Why would I want to listen to a mudblood's convers-" She raised her hand and slapped me across the face before I could finish.
My hand went to my cheek and I glared at Granger. "Little Spitfire, aren't you."
"You listen here Malfoy. Stop calling me a mudblood."
"Why? It's the truth."
"Because it makes you sound stupid, is that the best you can come up with?"
"You know Granger," I said leaning back against the wall, "That's the only thing I like about you."
"W-what!" She looked all flustered.
"Your tounge. You're pretty quick. Look forward to seeing you next year." I smirked and started off down the hallway.
"You jerk! I-I'll never let you do that! You'll never beat me!"
I turned to look at the fuming girl. "You really think so Granger?"
She nodded.
"Well then I, Draco Malfoy, promise to never let Hermione Granger out wit me."
"Let's see if you hold true to your promise Malfoy!"
I smirked again. "I will."
*End Flashback*
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Oh yeah! That promise.... She stood up and left the Great Hall with all the other dispersing students. I went to look for Mother.
I floated past Mia and Mandela who were talking quietly to one another. It didn't seem they realized I'd left. I was floating down the halls heading deeper into Hogwarts, away from all people. I wasn't sure why I was heade this way, but I was... A yell startled me and I took off in the direction it had sounded from.
I turned and saw my mother pushed up against the wall, my father pinning her against it. He raised his hand and slapped her across the face. "Narcissa," he hissed. "You're very lucky no one saw you.... Now drink this." He shoved a bottle in her face.
"Well I can't if you don't let go of my arms," she snapped.
Lucius slapped her again. "Drink it."
Gliding forward, I looked at Mother closer and at once rage started to boil up in me. Her face had several bruises and I could see a bruise on her shoulder, since her dress was off them. He'd been hurting her!
I yelled and slammed my fist at his head and passed right through. When I turned around for another attack I saw Mother drinking whatever was in the bottle. At once the bruises started to disappear.
"Let's go Narcissa," he said coldly. She nodded meekly, the fight out of her, and followed him down the hall.
I went back to the Great Hall, a decision in my mind.
"Mandela, Mia, I made my decision."
"Oh?" Both spirits turned to me.
"I want to try the task. I want to live."
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Author's Notes: I'm going to apologize again for taking so long to update! I"M SORRY!! There, now I feel better.
I do need some help! ^^ Please send me ideas for the task Draco can go through to get his life back... But if you follow the YYH storyline, he will fail so don't make it perfect! Thanx!
I do hope you all enjoyed the contest and this chappie! I did! ^^ I'd like to once again congragulate HalownKougra on her win! In case none of you realized, Mandela is her character. ^^
And now for the answers to the contest....
1. Ravenclaw (Prisoner of Azkaban)
2, Werewolf. Harry asked and Hagrid told him they were to slow (Sorcerer's Stone)
3. A plate of sandwhiches and pumpkin juice (Chamber of Secrets)
4. Purple pustles on her face that spelled 'sneak' (Order of the Phoenix)
5. A specialist (Goblet of Fire)
6. Chamber of Secrets (After Slytherin Match with rouge bludger
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Reviewer's Comments:
~*~LishaChan~*~ Bad bad Lucius! ^^ Yep silver robes to match the eyes! I think it would look cool! ^^ I luv the Burgin and Bourkes extra scene! Lucius is soos evil! ^^ Love Tom Felton! ^^
~*~Drache5824~*~ Thank you! I do hope Mandela fit in well! ^^
~*~Ryo Akuinenn~*~ I think the name's awesome! Dragon of Evil Destiny is so cool! ^^ Thank you soo much for your wonderful e-mail review! ^^ I think Mandela made a good addition. I needed someone to help with Draco's case and she was perfect! ^^ ~*~Draco~*~ Thanx very much! ^^ Marietta is a girl in book 5 who is a memeber of Dumbledore's Army. But she tattles to Umbridge. Bad girl.... ^^
~*~HalownKougra~*~ Congrats on winning! ^^ Yes it does sound like YYH! ^^ But I like mine a lot! The only thing is.... I don't have a Kuwabara! Well, Crabbe or Goyle! ^^
~*~Anonymous~*~ Thanx! ^^
~*~edarcy03~*~ Thanx a bunch! ^^
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Gummy bears to all! ^^
~IcyPanther
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