A Note From queen-of-the-arts
My buddy Frostie and I have decided that we wanted to write a collaboration. We're taking turns writing chapters. Hope you enjoy what we come up with!
Chapter 1: Decisions (by:Frostie)
Gabriel Malfoy tossed and turned in his sleep just to wake up as his nightmare subsided. He bolted up in bed, still breathing hard. He was in the one-bedroom apartment in the United States that he had owned for the last year, but the dream had seemed so real... The Dark Lord had approached him in a graveyard, flanked by two familiar Death Eaters, determined to force information out of him about his job in the Wizarding part of New York City as a student Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. "But why me?" he couldn't help but think. He had recognized that evil grin under one of their masks: Draco. His younger brother always wanted power. Most likely the other Death Eater had been his father, Lucius Malfoy.
Still shivering, Gabe tossed the blankets off of him and exited his bedroom in order to get a drink of water from the kitchen. He was tall and thin—not lanky, but much like his father except for his cropped black hair. He had stunning blue Malfoy eyes, giving him a darkly handsome look. He had left home at the age of 17, immediately after his graduation from Hogwarts. He had traveled the world: France, Ireland, Australia, Japan, and finally the United States. Now 21 years of age, Gabriel always tried his best to impress his family...little did they know but it was all lies and deceit. Lucius, his father, had never really forgiven him for belonging to Ravenclaw house during his Hogwarts career.
He poured himself some water and sat on one of his kitchen stools, his head in his hands. His family had assumed that he wanted to move to the U.S. in order to join in Voldemort's growing American support group. Somehow he managed to keep it from them that he was here on Dumbledore's orders.
Just as he took another drink of water from his glass, an owl swooped up next to his apartment window. He carefully opened it to let it in, immediately recognizing Dumbledore's uniquely elegant handwriting:
Dear Gabriel,
I hope you are doing well and aren't encountering too many family problems due to the important mission I have given you. I know you understand why you are working in America right now: we need their support if we are ever going to give Harry Potter a chance at finally vanquishing Lord Voldemort once and for all. Your Defense Against the Dark Arts skills I must say are extraordinary—therefore making you the man for the job. Please send me a report as soon as possible.
Best wishes, Albus Dumbledore
Gabe looked at the letter and thought about his current task. He had only begun with his student teaching two months ago and had four left to go to complete Dumbledore's will. He knew he had to recruit more talented men and women to help abolish any possible world domination from Voldemort. He understood the consequences with his family if they found out. Then, remembering his nightmare, he thought. "They deserve it," he said out loud. "If they would do that to me, I can easily do this to them." A glance at the clock told him it was already 3:48 in the morning, so he yawned, downed the rest of his water, and crawled back into bed to get two more hours of sleep before he had to go and do his job.