Oddest thing... My hits nearly doubled overnight when I posted "Hermione"! I was like "wow". But, and I hate to be like this, I'm not going to post anymore after this chapter until I get ten reviews. I have five right now, so I think that five more isn't so bad to ask for. I try not to ask, but I need to know that you are actually reading it, not just stopping by and going "this is dumb".
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It was dark, and that was the way he wanted it. Father had never woken up, so why should he? He knew it was childish of him, but still... To lose your family, your role model, your entire way of thinking...
It was too much for him.
He was strong though, he was stronger than Lucius. He would not break. Draco Malfoy was not so easily done in.
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Diagon Alley was filled with joy, bright sunshine streamed through the few clouds, and it lit up the children's faces as they laughed and played.
It was disgusting.
The head of the Malfoy family strode down Diagon Alley, dark demeanor chilling everything it touched. His face was all calm, crips lines and smooth skin. But there was a darkness there that was undeniable. The small smile he had as he nodded to certain people never reached his eyes; always leaving the motion hollow.
Just like he felt.
He stopped in front of Gringotts, breathing deep. He quickly downed a patience potion, without anyone noticing, of course. He was Draco Malfoy, he was suave, debonaire, and above all, he NEVER lost his temper. He would not be his father. He would not be killed for his ferverent nature, his insanity.
He strode into the bank, waiting for a Goblin to come to him, as always.
When the goblin came to escort him to a private office, he almost sneered at the little creature. He had no real idea why they had called him here today, it was something about a will.
Yet, his father's estate and will had been handled already, as had his mother's. What could be left?
"This way please." was all the little creature said as they moved deeper into the maze of offices. They stopped in front of a very large office, one in which a rather large Goblin awaited.
"Mister Malfoy. Be saeted please."
Draco swept calmly into the office, sitting down on the offered chair, steepling his hands, waiting for the news.
"We have a bit of a situation. There are a few... catches in some wills in your... family. The first of which is to tell you that as the last living direct relative to the Blacks, you are the recipient of Half of the Potter's estates."
Draco blinked, startled.
"What?"
"Half of the Potter family estates and fortune go to you."
"WHY?"
"This is a bit of a complicated matter, sir. If you please, I will tell you.
"When Mister Sirius Black, the last remaining Black in the line, died, all of the Black fortune and Estates went to one Harry James Potter. Now, after the ah, incedent involving Mister Potter, we had to sift through an old will. It was made before the death of his Godfather, Sirius Black, and as such, delivered half of his assests and the estates to Mister Black."
Draco nodded, head buzzing.
"Now, as Mister Potter stated in his will, he wished half of the Potter finances, a total of 12 million Galleons, to go to the Weasly family. And in the event of the death of the Weaslys, the rest to go to Albus Dumbledore. Seeing as the Weasly's are still with us, they have the inherited 12 million Galleons. They also recieved two of the five estates of Black and Potter. The ancestral home of the Blacks, a Number 12 Grimmauld Place, was left in the care of Albus Dumbledore, and in the event of his death, left to... Severus Snape."
Draco's eyes widened.
"Why the hel-" He quickly closed his mouth.
"Now, the remaining direct relations to the Blacks were the Lestranges, and the Malfoys. The Snapes were a third relation, twice removed, and so not in the direct path of inheritance. But as stated, the house in question went to Albus Dumbledore. Now, The direct inheritors of the Potter Estates and Finances were the Dursleys, the ahem, Muggle relations. They refused it, and so it was dead ended. The catch of the will was that it was to go to Black, who was already dead and had left HIS to Potter. As the Lestranges are dead, that left the Malfoys to inherit. Do you follow?"
Draco nodded slowly.
"So... I am the inheritor of my childhood enemy's estates? And his convict godfather. Joy. What's the inheritance?"
"The Black fortune of 28 million Galleons, and half of the Potter's totaling 12 million. For a sum total of 40 million Galleons as well as one Black estate, off in France, and the Potter's ancestral Godric's Hollow."
Draco's eyes widened. Wasn't that where..?
Draco nodded, running sums in his head. 40 million! That was only half of the Malfoy fortune, but it was quite a hefty sum. And that he got Weasly leftovers rankled, but it was still from Potter.
"I never thought that this could happen. I was never related to the Potters... This is just too odd."
He signed the papers, and was sent to visit the Potter vault. WHen the door opened, he glimpsed the small fortune inside, brain still going in circles from the shock. This had to be a dream... not necessarily a bad one either. He won against Potter, getting the riches.
But I won against a dead boy, not much opposition there. Although he, and the rest of the Potters, are sure to be rolling in their graves.
He ordered the money to be transfered to his family vault, and left Gringotts. He wanted to visit his new estates and see if they were worth keeping.
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The Black mansion in France turned out to be a good investment, but Godric's Hollow was a developer's dream. He could sell this...
A chill ran up Draco's spine as he turned to see who was coming up. He knew he told Della to wait at the carriage with the boys...
But no one was there. He could feel the magic surrounding this place though, he could feel the power in the stones of the old house.
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He saw a dark night, a woman crying, a man's scream.
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Draco panted harshly, trying to get his legs to cooperate and move. But as he turned, he got another glimpse of the past...
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A woman pleading, a dark laugh. Voldemort! He could hear several laughs too, his Father!
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His father? What part did Lucius play in the Potter's demise?
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A jet of green light, the harsh words, a scream, the sound of a baby's cry! Harry was alone! Voldemort laughed as he lifted his wand! NO!
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"NO!"
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A pair of eyes, green as the spell that killed his parents, a baby wailed into the night as Dark Lord stood to kill, a flash, an explosion...
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Draco Malfoy found himself on his knees, his eyes misty with unshed tears. He never realized what magic thia place held, what wretched memories. He knew, without a doubt, that at least for now, he would leave this plot as it was. Let the magic dissipate some before he returned.
He didn't want to feel at all sorry for the Prat.
Turning, he all but fled from the site, feeling the ghosts of the past lying to rest once more. He got in the carriage and looked at his sleeping sons, and decided that he would never be his Father.
Lucius was a horrible man, and Draco would not become him.
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There we go. Have a nice day. Until next time...Ja ne!
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