Title: Silent Butterfly
Disclaimer: I don't own. Anything. Except the general thought. Story was originally thought up after listening to Smile.Dk's 'Butterfly'.
Summary: In retrospect, a voice wasn't so much of a loss, as long as he accomplished his goals. If he still had his voice, he would've said the spell again because it did the task.
A/N: As the disclaimer says, the original plot was thought up (and revolved around) the song 'Butterfly'. In the past two days, that plot bunny has morphed into this creature. So... this should be interesting. The RORequirement can have a DDR machine, right? (sweatdrop) This is my first dip into HP fiction. With most likely contain HPDM somewhere along the way. So now here we go. And please be kind to Ted and Harriet. (huggles them)
Takes place after Fifth Year. HBP doesn't exist, 'kay? (cries for AD) (And I think I've figured out who RAB is!) OOTP does though. (sigh)
TWO
Draco Malfoy was quiet these days. Everyone at the Order had noticed it.
Well, really, the only way they knew it was because during the beginning of the summer holidays, the Order had 'kidnapped' both him and his mother. And 'kidnapped' as in terms of asking them if they wanted temporary sanctuary from the Death Eaters.
Draco had his bags packed in less than five minutes. Without house elf help.
Anyway, as he lived in the Orders Headquarters, he was privy to information that Rita would have killed to have--such as two weeks into vacation H--Potter!-had mysteriously disappeared from his house for five days, but still managed to send his customary every-three-day letter.
His letters carried a happier tone after that, though they were still tinged with a dark color of sadness.
Trudging down to the kitchen, Draco could hear a sound that he often didn't hear.
His mother.
Yelling.
Loudly.
At a portrait.
In defense of Granger.
Draco blinked. And again. Wordlessly, he joined Weasley over by the kitchen door.
Conversationally, he asked, "How long have they been going at it?"
Apparently in a daze, Weasley answered, "An hour."
Draco smirked. "She can give another two hours yet then." He then continued into the kitchen, bathed in the abrasive sound of his mother and the matriarch of the Black Family yelling at each other. Walking over to the table, he plopped down with enthusiasm not yet seen by him, set into the food.
He noticed with a smirk that everyone else at the table seemed stunned by the sounds coming from the hallway. Arching an eyebrow as everyone still sat still, he loaded his fork with a bit of egg and flicked it, watching with satisfaction as it flew just short of the tables edge and just past Dumbledore's plate.
Dumbledore gave a start at the little piece of bright yellow gained his attention. His eyes swerved towards Draco--who said nothing but was looking down at his plate while he ate.
Lupin seemed in a similar trance as Weasley had been. "How...?"
Just then, Narcissa flounced back into the room, trailing her a happy Granger.
Draco paused, fork halfway to his mouth. "Had fun, Mother?"
Narcissa perched on the chair next to Draco. "Hardly." She flicked her blonde hair back with an impatient wave of her hand. She seemed to freeze as she said, "She quit too early for it to get into the fun stuff." Her eyes flared with laughter as she gave a chuckle at the shocked expressions on the Order member's faces. Giving a winning smile, she said, "I have to deal with worse portraits at..." And here her voice died and a troubled expression flittered over her face as Draco pressed his lips together in a grimace.
Quickly diverting the attention to himself, Dumbledore said, "We should be getting a letter from Harry today."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Shouldn't we have gotten one from him yesterday?"
Dumbledore paused, a thoughtful look on his face before he shook his head. "No, because the last was a day earl--"
Dumbledore stopped as Snape apparated into the kitchen, a look of fear on his face.
"P-professor! Potter's n-not--not--Potter!"
Dumbledore stood to his feet, a gentle but worried look on his face. "What do you mean, Severus?"
"There! Not there!"
And then, Draco's world went into chaos.
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AN: This chapter wrote itself. I had it planned up until the portrait part. That wrote itself and was fun. (snickers) I had the Snape part planned. But not Cissa's. I kind of like her like that. Anyone else? She wasn't even supposed to be in this story. Also, this story will be set in their sixth year, but there are major differences. In fact, the only similarity between the two stories is that I might have Slughorn in mine. Maybe. I dunno how I feel about him yet. (I'm still waiting for two hundred more pages to suddenly add themselves to the back of the book.)
And please, tell me what you think!
