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3. Faceplant
Draco Malfoy stood on his balcony staring into the wood surrounding his home. 'It'll be awhile until I see this again.' He sighed.
Draco didn't want to leave his home at all, let alone early. Even if his mother was coming with him, he wouldn't be. This place felt like him, smelled like him, it was Draco's only comfort at the moment. His mother locked herself in her room for hours at a time weeping over the loss of Lucius. Narcissa loved Draco, but Lucius was her lover, her mate, she loved him like no other. He was cruel, tormented, proud, and a complete ass at times, but Narcissa knew the real him. He was loving, kind, gentle to her and her only living son.
Five years ago, Tromes Malfoy, Draco's older brother, was killed when he refused the Dark Mark. A boy only of nineteen was murdered by Voldemort himself. Tortured first of course, and then drained of all his blood while being kept alive by a new spell, Lucius himself created, to feel all the pain until the last drop fell.
Lucius went mad scheming, trying to keep Draco out of Voldemort's clutches. Last year Voldemort asked Lucius to bring Draco to him on his sixteenth birthday in February. Lucius played along with it. But last week things went wrong. Voldemort summoned Lucius to him and said in order to take over Britain faster, he would need all the Dark Children to come to him early. That's when Lucius had to refuse.
Flashback
"My lord, I will not allow you to steal away my son and turn him into a monster. I will fight you if I must."
Voldemort turned to face his right hand man. "What did you say?"
"You heard me, Voldemort; I will not let you have my son. He will not die young, he will not be spoiled, and I will not have it happen to him. I almost snapped when I saw what you did to my first born. Draco is my only son now and you will not touch him!"
With a high pitched laugh Voldemort shot the Killing Curse at Lucius Malfoy be fore he could even blink.
"The least I could do for my son, a quick, painless death," Voldemort hissed, "and young Draco will be mine, no one can resist me! NO ONE!" He spun around exiting the dark, dank chamber leaving Lucius' corpse to be eaten away by rats. Voldemort had no idea that hidden away in the corner was a severely angered and hurt Severus Snape.
Severus took Lucius' body to Hogwarts. Once he saw that Albus had taken care of everything, he set off planning exactly how he was going to protect his godson.
End Flashback
'Malfoys never cry, Malfoys never cry, Malfoys never...' Draco couldn't take it anymore. He collapsed onto his bed sobbing into the comforter.
His mind was racing. In a week, he, Draco Malfoy would be at some headquarters for the Anti-Voldemort League locked away with his arch nemesis, famous Harry fucking Potter and the rest of the Golden Trio. Potter was going to be Draco's new best friend. How utterly delightful.
This only made Draco cry harder. He would no longer be a Slytherin, a cunning snake, but a Gryffindor, a lousy lion.
Protection. Sure, he'd be safe there, but everything he'd ever know was here. His home was here. He was a Slytherin, not a Gryffindor! All of his old friends would try to assassinate him now, sure, but still, why did he have to go to Gryffindor?
He though about it and realized that the only other worthy house of having him in it beside Slytherin was in fact Gryffindor. How could thingsgo so horribly wrong so quickly?
"...They'll chase you
On your way back home.
Slam the door and jump in bed
Don't you come out till it's safe.
I guess that by then you'll be dead.
Oh why must they come after me
Why can't they pick on somebody else.
It's like I did something wrong..."
Pepper "Faceplant"
