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Sinister

Sinister. The very word makes you shiver. Sort of reminds you of something from a horror film. But I bet you never thought sinister to mean a 17 year old boy who's fatherless. Well you obviously haven't met Draco Malfoy.

Draco sneered as he looked down over his mother's party. Every important person from the ministry had come. He could see his mother entertaining the Minister himself. House-elves darted to-and-fro, holding trays of everything from firewhiskies to butterbeer.

Draco cocked his head back as he made his way down the stairs. As he slowly made his way down, several heads turned. It was obvious why. Draco's cold, evil smile could turn a roaring fire into solid ice. His very presence in a room could not go unnoticed. He thrust his hands into his robe pockets fingering his wand. He had just recently returned home from his wizarding school with the ability to use his magic and he had every intention of causing chaos around the house.

It was when Draco reached the bottom of the stairs that he spotted his first victim. A filthy Mudblood by the name of Rupert Grinhart. He worked in the "Correction of Death Eater Mayhem", a new department formed a few months ago. Their job is to correct anything that was screwed with by the Death Eaters. He had stopped 5 Death Eaters so far, including Draco's father, who had escaped from Azkaban some months ago. To Draco, he seemed the perfect target.

Draco lazily made his way over to the filthy waste of flesh. He carefully pulled his wand from his pocket and very discreetly pointed it to Rupert Grinhart's buttocks. He quickly and quietly mutter the spell under his breath.

"Incendio," he muttered happily.

Draco then carefully and slyly made his way from the man. Once he was a good ways away he spun around and listened to the man's cries of pain.

"Ouch! Ouch! It's bloody hot!" the buffoon yelled.

Suddenly the eyes of Draco's mom were upon him. Draco could feel them burn into him and pierce his soul. Draco carefully turned to face her, an innocent look on his porcelain face.

"We'll talk about this later," she mouthed angrily.

Draco shrugged. He had no intention having his mother think that what she did to him mattered, when in fact it very much did.

"Incendium Abscedere," Draco heard someone say.

Draco spun away from the chaos and made his way to the dinning room. Draco scrunched up his face. It absolutely reeked of vomit and beer in there. It was quite stupid of mother to serve alcohol at parties. These lame guests from the Ministry had hardly ever sipped even a light pepperbeer before, let alone a fire-whiskey. Placing a Bubble-Head charm on himself, Draco made his way over the barrel that held the butterbeers. Taking 4 in his left hand Draco left the room and headed back to the main hall. Once outside he pulled out his wand with his right hand and removed the Bubble-Head charm. The large plastic like bubble around his head popped and exposed Draco's head to the heat of the hall. It was getting quite uncomfortable in here.

In a corner of room, talking animatedly, Draco spotted two enormously fat boys and a girl with a girl with a pretty face but a sour look on it that reminded Draco of Hermione Granger's cat. Draco frowned at the disgraceful resemblance. The face belonged to Pansy Parkinson and the two boys were Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Draco lifted his head high, a smirk covering his face, as he waited for his friends to notice him. It didn't take long at all. Draco's towering form was far from ignorable. Pansy was the first to notice him. She let out a squeal of delight as she made her way over to him and planted a wet kiss on his cheek. Draco let out a small, barely audiable groan as he shoved a butterbeer in her hands and wiped his cheek descreetly. Crabbe and Goyle came next. They let out a grunt (Which was about all the speech they could every really muster) of hello's and took their usual places behind Draco. Draco handed them butterbeers as well before making his way back up the stairs.

Draco climbed the stairs in a manly sort of elegance as Pansy, Gregory and Vincent followed in an admiring suit. When reaching the top, Draco could see that the tension of the room had lifted as he left. Draco sneered. He couldn't have happy guests, now, could he?

"Patiri Magnus" Draco said, pointing his wand at a random man in the hall.

A sudden scream echoed the halls as Draco turned to his room, laughing viciously. But not before receiving the deadliest of looks from his mother.

"What was that?" Pansy asked as she followed Draco to his room. Draco motioned to Vincent and Gregory to shut the door behind them

"Pain Enhancement Curse," Draco said as playful sneer crossed his face. "It makes the victims worst fear come true."

"His worse fear can't be worse than mine," Pansy said with a look of disgust on her face. She looked less attractive when she scrunched up her face. It reminded Draco of a frog. That look had only worked on one person. Professor Umbridge. It was shame that the centaurs had done away with her.

"What's your worst fear, Parkinson?" Draco asked as interested a voice he could muster when in the presence of such a being.

"Granger," Pansy said, appearing to be pleased with her diss towards the Golden Girl.

Suddenly, a large white owl flew into the room, dropping a letter on Draco's lap before zooming back out the open window, apparently not wanting a response letter. Draco gave a pleased cackle.

"This'll be from the Ministry, I take it," Draco said as he opened the letter. He smiled with satisfaction as the letter slid from the envelope. He majestically opened it to see the familiar fancy, looped writing of Matilda Harrington, the new head of the Management of Young Wizards and Witches Department. He laughed victoriously as he scanned the writing. Pansy, Vincent, and Gregory looked at him expectantly. Draco looked back up at them, a visible smirk on his face.

"I was right," Draco said in a pleased voice. He could see Pansy shiver with delightt.

" Dear Mr. Malfoy," Draco read, " We have reason to believe that you have preformed magic beyond the limit's the Ministry has set for your level of wizardry. We have reason to believe that has happened before. Any further failures to obey this law set for your safety will result in expulsion from your current school and a possible house arrest.
Kindest Regards,
Matilda Harrington

Pansy let out a shrill laugh of amusement that make the glass of Draco's window crack and bits of glass fell to the ground. The crisp air of the approaching fall swarmed into Draco's room, enveloping them in the smell of a nearby bonfire and pig-roast. Lazy chatter from his mother's party came swimming up to them. Draco shook his head at the innocence of the world.

"Reparo," Draco said in a bored tone. The shards of glass that had fallen to the wood of Draco's floor zoomed up to their rightful place in the world. How nice it would feel to know where you belong. It would be so easy to only have to get there.

Out of the corner of his eye, Draco could see Pansy's cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. Draco smirked evilly at Pansy. She was always so self-cautious of what others thought of her. Pretending to not have noticed Draco's cruel action, Pansy made an attempt at starting a conversation with Draco.

"So," she said in her annoyingly high-pitched voice, "What's the plan for the Golden Trio this year?"

Draco smiled. Ah, the Golden Trio. They were possibly the most annoying group of Gryffindors to darken Hogwart's halls. One member of this oh-so-perfect group was one of the biggest muggle-lover, disgrace-of-purebloods ever to walk the earth (unless you counted the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.) He was a boy by the name of Ronald Weasley. Then there's the Mudblood Hermione Granger. She's probably the biggest know-it-all in all of Hogwarts. It wouldn't be so bad except she's a mudblood. Draco's father about killed him when he found out that Draco had worse grades then a Mudblood.

But probably the worst of all them was the famous Harry Potter, the boy who lived. He was the man responsible for putting Draco's father in Azkaban for those 4 months. It hardly matter though. Draco's father was free in no time. Now he would come for Draco. And together, the ywould eliminate the Golden Trio and restore glory to Lord Voldemort, the greatest of all wizards. Then, the Malfoy's would have boundless power that they could use to kill any muggleborn that had escaped the war. Draco would call the shots. Draco would be supreme ruler once he got his father and Voldemort out of the way. But first he had to deal with the only people that could stop him. The horrible Hogwarts Trio.

"Endless hell," Draco told Pansy.

Pansy grinned and nodded. Vincent and Gregory grunted their approval, smiling their horrible yellow, crooked smiles. Draco grinned at all of them. It was bound to be a fun year.