Chapter 2
It was a nice day, warm and silent, only laughter in the air, and a sea of studying people. He walked to the tree overlooking the lake; he passed a dappled grey mare cropping the grass as she lay by a boy deep down in his potion paper.
Draco smiled; as he passed he said "Majesty says number 3 is unicorn hair, not bicorn hair" The boy looked in shock "Weird" he muttered. But his voice had a quiver in it. How did he know, Majesty was his child hood horse, she died years ago.
Draco sat down; he sighed, and looked at the sky. He had never been completely sure of this, was he weird? Different? Of course he was different, but he hadn't asked for this, he just had to live with it.
He heard talking and he looked to his left, in half interest. Oh no. It was the golden trio and the little sister, who he didn't know the name of. He tried to make himself unseen, no such luck.
"Malfoy, what are you doing here" The male Weasley's voice sounded over to Draco.
"Last time I checked it was a free country, but I'm leaving anyway, so you and your little friends can walk in peace"
As he passed he could here "Little friends?" but he ignored it. He didn't feel like arguing.
Everyone has an enemy, and the golden trio was his, they annoyed him so much! People may think him evil and out for a fight, but he was really a nice person, he just put up a good fight and was quick with the insults.
He was contemplating on pushing Weasley in the lake when he heard singing. Beautiful singing, of a woman's voice, an old woman.
He searched for the singer, and then he saw a girl sitting on the ground, leaning on her elbows, squinting at the sun. By her sat an old woman in a purple dress, knitting and singing, she looked content enough, but there was a sadness, and, desperation, in her eyes.
He walked slowly toward the girl, the woman's eyes shot up, boring into his, "sing this to her, I want her to hear this, tell her I didn't break my promise, we will sing together, one last time"
He shuddered. Singing! He couldn't sing for his life! But he had to do it. He sighed.
He walked to the girl; she looked up "Yes?" Her eyes were just of simple curiosity. If he was going to do it, it had better be now. "You may not believe me, but your grandmother is sitting right there-"
The girl stood up. He was interrupted by her, but he spoke over her.
"She says that she doesn't break her promises and that you can sing together one last time"
The girl stopped talking, she just stared "What?" she breathed.
The woman sung again, he listened, and sung. He had a nice voice, he didn't believe it, but he did.
"A twinkle in the night sky, far, far away,
a golden star I gazed upon in my dreams,
on a sleepless evening I dream alone,
tomorrow, I'll sing with you,
on the wings of a dream."
He stopped "Sing now, and she will be singing with you, trust me"
The girl was looking astonished, fearful even. "How do you know that song?"
"Trust me" He turned and left.
The old woman walked to the girl and took her hands. Though the hands did not move, the woman still held them. The girl looked around, like you would if you were in the dark and you had heard a noise that was out of place, "Gran, is it you?"
As he walked he heard the woman and girl singing as a harmony. A smile creped upon his lips.
He walked into the castle, an owl flew over him, was it alive? He wondered. It landed on a boy's shoulder; he stroked its feathery head, yes.
But the chicken running after a professor wasn't! Who knew that professor Flitwick owned chickens? Who knew a chicken could love a human. There is so much that we don't know.
He looked at his timetable, potions, his favourite subject, if only it wasn't with the Gryffindors.
He opened the potions room door and walked in, then a site made him gasp, professor Snape was sitting at his desk, and by him, was a man, a greasy haired hook nosed old man, a replica of Snape, his father?
Draco couldn't do this, how could he tell Professor Snape he could see his dead father! Oh professor Snape, your dead father is standing there, and he wants to tell you something important. Hm, sounds just like something he would tell someone, here we go.
The old man looked at Draco, "Tell my son I'm sorry, I loved him and I didn't mean to hurt him, or his mother, please" Draco nodded. He felt a sudden pang of sympathy for the professor, if he hadn't of done this for so many people, he would of felt more.
"Um, professor?" "Yes, Draco, hurry boy I'm a busy man"
Snape looked down to his papers. "Theres a man, he's wearing black robes and has shoulder length black hair, I, I think he's your father, he's standing over you, right now"
Snape looked up slowly; he looked at Draco as if he had just sprouted wings, a beak, and started singing "whistle while you work"
"What?" "He says, he's sorry, he didn't mean to hurt you, and he loves you" Draco lowered his head, he felt hot tears behind his eyes, this was too hard!
Snape looked like pure thunder. "How dare you" he hissed.
"Professor Snape, please"
"Get, out, now, 50 points from Slytherin"
"Professor"
"Now!" He threw a phial at Draco, it hit the wall and smashed into a millions shards.
Draco ran out the room, he ran into the Slytherins walking to potions, he kept running until he was sitting under the tree near the lake. He collapsed on the ground, breathing hard, if his father hadn't drilled into him to never cry, he would have wept. That had happened before, loads of times, but it was different. He felt he knew Snape, he was his favourite professor, and now he would never talk to him again.
He looked up, there was Snapes father! The man nodded, then disappeared out of mortal existence. Draco had done it! They were both at peace.