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Chapter Eight:

The Beginning of a Memory; Part I

Draco was mistaken, the eleven days seemed to take a century to pass. His wife soon forgot about the memory, or so he thought. However, unlike him, she just found ways to amuse herself and not think about things; she was talented in ways like this.

Eleven Day Later

"Honey, the boy comes today!" screamed Draco.

"There is no need to scream, Draco, I am right behind you. And the boy has a name... Tommy... did you forget?"

Draco was excited, he clapped his hands once, and rubbed them together. He took in a deep breath as said, "So I guess we better get that pensieve ready, huh?"

"Hold on a second Draco. Tommy doesn't arrive for another six hours. We have a bit of time, yet. Just be patient."

"What the bloody hell-"

"DRACO!"

"Sorry love, I mean what am I supposed to do for the next six hours?"

"Simple, just do what you have been doing for the past eleven days." She replied.

She walked up the stairs that Draco had just bellowed up, and he walked into the kitchen to sit on an island stool. He put his chin in his hands and sighed.

"Absolutely fan-bloody-tastic! I've done absolutely bugger-all the past few days, and finally the day comes, and I still have to wait."

"Why are you moping?" He jumped out of the sulky position as his wife walked into the room.

"God woman! You scared the living daylights out of me!" he said.

"Why don't you go and do something? There's plenty to do around this house. It is certainly big enough."

"Oh yeah like what?" he asked sheepishly.

"How about like cleaning out those garden gnomes from the yard. They are eating up all my veggies."

"Honey, as much as I would love to get all sweaty and grimy for you by chasing those filthy little buggers, I might point out that I am getting old and don't get around as well as I did." He said smirking.

She coaxed him off the chair by grabbing his shoulders, and looked into his sky-blue eyes.

"As much as I would love to see you sweat for me, I think it to be best, if you just use your wand."

She grabbed his burly arms, however old he was (about sixty), he still had his young toned buildup.

"I think you are a good enough wizard, they shouldn't give you too hard of a time out there." She said smiling cheekily.

"I will have you know that I will have caught every single one of their tiny asses," she smacked the back of his head, and he rushed his hand to rub it, "I mean bums, by the time that clock you call a Grandfather, reaches 2:30." He pointed to the Grandfather clock, the clock now said 9:00 a.m..

"Deal, and since you are so sure of yourself, if you don't finish by then, you get to sleep on the sofa again."

"You drive a hard bargain Mrs. Malfoy, but I will take you up on the wager, seeming as I have never backed out of one yet." They shook hands like teenagers would in a silly bet and he walked out of the kitchen. As he passed the Grandfather clock in the hall, he muttered to himself, "you look nothing like me. Hmmph."

2:30 p.m.

"Honey, are you done yet." She came out into the yard and saw two last gnomes running around the large green lawn. "Well, well, well. Looks like I just beat a Malfoy in his own game."

"Come on darling, there are only two left, give us a break."

"Uh, uh, uh. I believe you said you could every single one of their tiny as-bums, by the time the Grandfather clock reached 2:30. Well it is two thirty, and I see two little 'bums' running around still. I also see the face of a beaten Malfoy, who will be sleeping once again on the sofa."

"You'll back down, you just wait and see, you won't be able to resist me."

"Speak wisely, Malfoy. Remember what happened when you spoke too sure of yourself last time." She said, when she called him by that name she meant business.

"Oh and what was that, my dear?"

"Old age getting to you? I believe it was that you have a date with the sofa tonight." She patted his shoulder, and cunningly smiled in his frowning face, then walked into the middle of the yard.

She pointed her wand straight up towards the sky and muttered an incantation to herself. Within a split second, two little 'bums' ended up a closed crate with about 15 other little 'bums'.

"How the bloody hell-"

"DRACO! I will not have you swearing!" she yelled.

"Sorry, but how is it you always beat me with these sort of things, I am the Malfoy you only married into the family." He frowned again.

"Well, I would tell you, but we muggleborns have a little saying of a magician never reveals his or her secrets." She said smiling and walking back towards the house.

"Fuck muggleborns." He said under his breath, with a joking smirk.

"What was that darling?"

He put on a fake smile, and said, "Nothing dear."

She knew he was lying, "Well in that case you look dreadful and your grandson will be here in half an hour."

He looked down at his trousers and saw a big mud stain from when he had fallen down in attempt to pick up a stunned gnome. He chuckled lightly when he pictured it in his mind, and then followed his wife inside.

Half an hour later

"GRANDDAD, NANNY!" a little ten year old boy bellowed. "I'm here!" he stood in front of the large fireplace, and shook himself clean of soot.

"Hello, darling, how are you today?" his Grandmother came into the room, and welcomed her grandson with a big hug and a kiss on a sooty cheek.

"I'm well." He said, making sure to use his proper English while in Malfoy Manor.

'Why do I have to use proper English, Granddad goes around the house cussing when he feels like it.' Tommy thought to himself.

"Oh put that rubbish language behind you, you're young, you should be having fun with silly slang words. And don't you worry about your Grandfather, I will deal with him if it comes up."

"Thanks, Nan." Tommy let out a relieved smile on this note, after all he was only ten.

"Where is that grandson of mine, then?" Draco came in with a loud clap of his hands.

"GRANDDAD!" Although he questioned his grandfather's motives sometimes, he loved him with all his heart, thinking he was one of the coolest people he knew.

He ran into his granddad's arms, and Draco heaved him up into an airborne hug. "Ugh, you are getting bigger by the visit." He put his giggling grandson back on the ground, and spoke again, "Now how about an early supper. I hear Nanny has been slaving away while I was outside making your favorite." He whispered in Tommy's ear.

"Roast beef?" he asked as Draco nodded. He looked over at his grandmother who was happily smiling at the happy little face looking up at her. " Thanks Nan! You are the best."

She shrugged, "I try, she said, besides I am allowed to spoil my only grandson once in a while."

Saying this, she took the little boy's hand in hers and walked into the dining room with him.

Just finishing up supper (About 5:00 p.m.)

"Delicious, darling as always." He said, smiling and wiping his mouth gently.

"You see, it doesn't hurt to give the help a day off now and then." She answered.

"I guess." He mumbled.

"Granddad? Can we continue our story, please." Tommy asked in a pleading way.

"Actually son, I have a surprise." He got down from his seat as did his wife and they walked to the door of the dining room. He motioned for Tommy to follow them.

They walked into a rather large burgundy room. I wasn't breathtaking, but it was very clean. In the center of the room, there was a bowl on a mahogany stand. Next to the bowl, was a clear bottle, probably about 20 oz.. Inside was a watery substance, however it looked a tad bit thicker than water itself.

Tommy's mouth gaped open at the sight of the pensieve and memory, "What is that?" He asked in awe.

"That," Draco pointed to the stand, "is the story of the mud-muggleborn and the serpent boy."

"Wow, do we get to actually see it?" He asked excitedly, "My best friend Jimmy told me about those things, they show people's memories. I thought he was pulling my leg, but they are real. Wicked, can we go? Please!"

"Yes. Yes, my dear grandson, don't go making a spectacle of yourself now."

Tommy sensed his grandfather's aggravation and looked at his grandmother with a pleading face.

"Darling, let the boy be excited for god's sake!" Draco's wife said insistently, as she smiled at Tommy.

They walked over to the pensieve, and Draco uncorked the bottle. He poured in what seemed like nothing, for the bottle seemed untouched when he corked it back up. "Just enough for about two hours."

All three of them stepped up to the pensieve, with Tommy in the middle (he had no idea what to do). They leaned forward, and as soon as they could blink they were traveling through a nothingness.

Ok, so not much of a cliffie but I wanted it to be a two part chapter type thingy, and I had to leave it somewhere. So I hope you liked it, and please review! Kisses!

Dominique