~Draco, several weeks before~
After months, Draco Malfoy had finally remembered.
His Mother was alive. And his sister had betrayed him.
It had taken a rather bad hit to the head to jar him back to reality. Over the course of several weeks, to keep his Quidditch skills up to par, Draco had found himself again and again heading to the pitch to play one on one against Ginny Weasley. Only under cover of twilight and only because she was a unique challenge, allowing him to sharpen his skills as a Chaser. (He had mostly gone for Seeker to compete with Potter, but Chaser was really his position.)
"There you are, Malfoy," the youngest Weasley said as he walked onto the pitch, Nimbus 2001 slung over his shoulder. "Thought you were finally going to concede to my superiority."
"In your dreams, Weasley," he snarled, though with little actual bite.
The two were fairly evenly matched. For several weeks, they had played against each other, remaining neck and neck in who scored the most goals against the other and therefore kept scheduling rematches. Weasley had won the previous match. Draco would not allow that to stand.
The ginger had brought her own, very worn quaffle which matched well to her older brother's very worn broomstick. Had it been Ronald Weasley, Draco might have made a comment on it, but this Weasley had proven herself a formidable opponent. That and she was a girl. And not the kind of stuck-up know-it-all girl like Granger.
"Here," she said, tossing him the quaffle roughly. "I'll even let you start this one."
Draco nodded graciously-he was a Slytherin. He would take whatever advantage he could get. Even though he didn't really need it.
The two chased each other through the air, shooting and blocking each other equally well. Ginny had the quaffle, then Draco, then Ginny again. Draco swooped down on her and she laughed merrily before giving a shriek as he poked her sides and tickled her into releasing the quaffle to him.
"Slimy little cheating-"
Draco smirked as she cursed him, her eyes dancing and her hair like a fiery halo in the setting sun. He threw the quaffle through the middle hoop confidently. Ginny caught it immediately, vengeance in her eyes as she took off towards the other side. He raced after her, swooping in front of her broom just as she was about to score-
THWACK!
The ball smacked soundly into Draco's temple and he saw stars, the edges of his vision blackening…
Professor Snape lead Draco to the door of his quarters.
"This will be quite the shock, but don't rush her, she's quite ill-"
The ground was coming ever closer and he heard Weasley shout his name from a long distance away.
The door opened and Draco first saw his little sister sitting by a bed. Then he saw her. Thin, tired, but very much alive.
"Mother?"
She turned towards him, tears in her eyes. "Oh, Dragon, you've grown so tall-"
"You're alive I didn't even know you were alive-"
"-I am so sorry I left you-"
He felt Weasley grab onto him, slowing him just enough before he hit the ground.
"Malfoy? Malfoy are you alright?"
"Are you alright? What are these pillows-they aren't even down are they? We need to get you into the best Healers at St. Mungo's."
"We cannot, Draco," Professor Snape said. "Both of you have to swear to the utmost of secrecy. I do not have to tell either of you that Lucius cannot know that your mother is here."
"Yes, yes, of course, I don't know what I was thinking," Draco said. "I'm sorry, Mother, I know you have always gotten on me for being too impulsive-"
Narcissa placed a hand on Draco's cheek. "It's alright, Dragon. Just focus on that we are all together again."
Draco blinked away the pain and the memories. His sister had done something to him…. And his mother was alive.
"I'm fine Weasley," he growled. "You don't have that good an arm."
Weasley had a worried look in her soft brown eyes as she checked his head.
"Are you sure? I could help you to Madam Pomfrey-"
"Don't worry about," he said. "I've had worse."
Ginny still looked concerned, but gave him a hand up. He stood a little unsteadily.
"Well, I suppose that since my 'not that good an arm' knocked you out of the sky, I'll let you have this one," she said airily, staying abnormally close to him as they walked toward the castle.
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't do me any favors, Weasley," he said.
"As if I would," she shot back as they reached the point in the castle where they would go their separate ways. "You sure you don't want to see Madam Pomfrey?"
"Positive. Don't worry so much, Weasley," he said.
She shook her head and looked up at him. For a moment, Draco thought she was about to say something more, but she changed her mind and began to flounce away.
"Rematch Saturday?" she called over her shoulder.
"You're on!" he replied, shoving his hands in his pockets and stalking toward the Slytherin Common Room.
Evanna had messed around in his head. His mother was alive and his sister had messed around in his head. He had no idea how she had done it, but she obviously had. He had convinced their father to have a funeral for Merlin's sake! And Evanna had let him, all because she had some sort of grudge against their father. He knew the man could be a little rough, to him, to their mother, to Evanna-but he was family. And both Mother and Father agreed the Family was the most important thing, to be protected at all costs.
Draco wandered the dungeons far later than he really ought to have, but he knew that Professor Snape would not count it against him. All he had to do was tell the man that he knew his mother was alive (and the Potions Master was certainly involved) and he would be off the hook. But he did not really want to do that. Look where it had got him before. So he had only stayed out an hour past lights out before finally going to the blank slab of wall where the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room was hidden.
"Mopsus," he said. The door materialized and he walked into the dark Common Room. He could hear somebody snoring in the corner. Creeping up behind the person, he recognized the mass of dark curls almost immediately. The one person he had not wanted to see: his sister.
Evanna looked peaceful as she slept, innocent, child-like-as though she had not essentially raped her brother's mind just a few months earlier. Draco's lip curled in a sneer. All those headaches she had been having-her stay in the Hospital Wing-it all likely stemmed back to her deciding to wipe his memory. The girl had injured herself greatly to take away his memories of their mother. It was lucky she had not also injured him.
Anger swelled within him as he stared at her. Without fully deciding to, he shook her awake. Evanna blinked owlish at him as she woke, her purple eyes glinting in the soft firelight.
Draco was ready to lay into her, yell, shout, scream at her for what she had done to him, but then something occurred to him. If she had done it once, could she not do it again?
He would have to keep her from knowing that he knew until he could speak to their father at the Third Task. That way he could ensure she could not steal the precious knowledge of his mother's survival from him again.
"It's past lights out," he said gruffly, not really looking at her. "You were supposed to be in your dorm an hour ago."
"Who made you Prefect?" she said grumpily, fighting back a yawn. Draco did his best not to roll his eyes.
"I'm sure Snape will next term," her brother said. "Get to bed."
Without waiting to see if she did as she was told, Draco swept away from the scene as quickly as he could and went to bed himself.
The day of the Third Task, Draco waited anxiously for his father to arrive to the 'special guests' booth. He received several dirty looks from Ministry officials, obviously disgruntled to see a student occupying their space, but he didn't care. He was Draco Lucius Malfoy, and that had always afforded him special privileges that others did not hold.
"Draco," he heard a very familiar voice drawl. "What are you doing here?"
Draco whirled to see his father entering the box with Minister Fudge. Many people said Draco looked very much like his father-the same pale skin, aristocratic nose, and silvery blonde hair being the main talking points. But, though Draco was a good bit taller than his sister and many of the boys in his year, he had yet to reach his father's height. He hoped that he would soon be able to command the room the way Lucius could.
"I'm sorry, Father, but I needed to speak with you," he said, glancing at Fudge. "It's urgent."
"Draco, you-"
"Oh, do go on, Lucius, old chap," Minister Fudge was saying. "The lad obviously needs a moment with his father-no one could blame him after, well-"
"Thank you, Minister Fudge," Draco said quickly. "Yes, things are still quite-erm-hard."
Lucius did not look at all happy as his son pulled him to the side of the box, but Draco did not care. He could not risk Evanna finding out and mucking about in his brain again.
"Draco, this had better be something important-"
"Mother is alive, Father," Draco said. Lucius eyes flashed dangerously.
"Pardon me?"
"Mother is alive," Draco repeated. "She's alive and Professor Snape has been nursing her to health and-"
Draco quickly spelled out the whole sordid tale-or, at least, what he knew of it. His father's face took on a sort of purplish hue as Draco explained that Narcissa had been living in Professor Snape's quarters for the better part of two years-a fact which Draco himself found rather uncouth. Lucius's face grew stonier and stonier as Draco explained that Evanna had done some sort of magic on him to make him forget their mother was alive so that he would not be able to inform their father.
"Where is your sister now?" his father said in a dangerously low tone of voice.
"She's in the toad choir," he said.
"Go and fetch her. Immediately."
"But she's in-"
"I do not care about a blasted toad choir!" Lucius hissed. "I care about your sister believing she can hide secrets from me and use barbarian magicks on my heir!"
Draco blinked. "I-I'll go find her."
It did not take long for Draco to find his sister, as she had evidently left the choir behind. He saw her racing through the crowds, looking mad as she did so.
"Evanna!" he called. She turned to see her brother, his grey eyes wide. He marched up to her, barely keeping his anger toward her under control. "Evanna, what the hell do you think you're doing? Acting like a fool again!"
She did not answer, only staring at him with panic in those strange purple eyes.
"You need to come with me," he said, a snarl to his voice. "Father wishes to speak with both of us."
Tears filled her eyes and he felt a little sick. "What-what have you done, Draco?"
"I don't think you have any right to be asking what I did, Evanna Belinda," he growled, not allowing any shred of mercy to enter him. "I knew Father was training you, but turning that magic against your own brother? Making me believe my mother was dead?"
Behind the two siblings, the crowd cheered. Potter had helped Cedric Diggory out of some scrape or another and now both the lion and the badger on the enlarged map stood very close to the TriWizard Cup, though they had yet to realize it.
Instead of answering, his sister turned away from Draco, making to run off again. Anger getting the better of him, Draco grabbed her wrist and yanked her back, hard.
"Where do you think you're going?" he snarled. "I said, Father is waiting to speak with you and I deserve an expla-"
"Locomotor mortis!" Evanna hissed, pointing her wand at him. The force of her spell sent him to the ground and she took off running through the crowds, her short stature working to her advantage as he quickly lost her to the masses of people. Draco cursed, wriggling to get to his wand, when someone tripped over him.
"Oof-Malfoy, what the hell?"
Ginny Weasley was laying on top of him, face as red as her hair.
"Leg-lock spell-think you could-"
Weasley snickered a little, but her wand was closer than his and she had the counter-jinx done in half a second, holding out a hand to help him up. Before either could say anything, boos from the crowd made them look up.
On the screen, Potter and Diggory were counting down to grab the Cup together. Draco wanted to roll his eyes at the goody-two shoes act. But, something else was happening. From far away, a girl's voice was casting the Exploding Hex over and over again. The screen was obscured by an explosion of greenery and his sister, looking more than a little worse for the wear, was standing there.
"Evie, what in Merlin's saggy-"
"You little attention-seeking bra-"
"Harry, don't!" his sister shouted just as Potter and Diggory touched the Cup. She leapt at him, grabbing ahold of his cloak. Without any warning whatsoever, the three students disappeared.
"A Portkey," Weasley breathed.
And then all hell broke loose.
A/N: Two updates in one day? And an entire chapter from Draco's perspective? It must be Christmas! (Break!)
Anyway, please enjoy and review. Also, just as an fyi, my Harry Potter books are 6 hrs away at the moment, so while I am trying my best to keep it canon until it's no longer canon (hehehe), some of the finer details may be missed. Oh well. You've all read 'em. This is fanfic. I do what I want. :)