Heres the next chapter, I promise one about Hermione is coming soon.
Draco sat on the bed. He was totally bored. He had five days left of holidays, and there was nothing to do. He had already redecorated the mansion, kicked the stupid house elves, gone clubbing, made out with several girls of which he couldn't remember they're names and basically done all a 17 year old male wizard could do that was mildly entertaining. Well, everything except…..no he couldn't do that. His father's room had been sealed with his untimely death. And an "in-case-of-death-will-self-shut-before-nosy-sons-can-get-in-to-read-what-had-made-the-dark-lord-so-freaking-angry" lock had activated itself, and nothing seemed to get him in. Blasting, burning, cursing and practically everything explosive enough to make a big bang had been used to no avail. Draco was getting desperate. If he didn't know what had made the Dark Lord kill his parents, how was he supposed to keep from repeating the deadly mistake?
"WHY CAN'T I OPEN YOU?" he screamed at the black wood door.
Not expecting an answer, Draco jumped when the door replied, "Ask the right question and you will receive the right answer."
"What the hell? Am I going crazy or did the door just talk?" he stammered.
"No, you are perfectly sane, but in my opinion you might not stay that way if you keep obsessing over a door. Besides, is this not a pure blood wizard house? You of all people should recognize a pure enchantment when you see it. Why, to think your father put me here to watch…oh. Sorry. I wasn't meant to say that," said the door.
"Say what? Wait, what did my father place you here for? What are you guarding?" questioned Draco.
'That, my boy, is the right question. How unfortunate for you, that when you were blasting my beautiful polished MAHOGANY wood to a black crisp I lost a bit of my memory…if someone was to you know…fix me, I might be more willing to share information," stated the door.
"I can't believe I'm being blackmailed by a door!" muttered Draco.
With a swish of his wand, the blackened wood reverted to its original rich red colour and the beautiful carving on the panels returned. Complete with a shiny bass handle. The door sighed with pleasure. "Oh, that feels so good!"
"Hey, door! Now how about giving the goods! What are you guarding?" blasted Draco.
'Hey, your cute when you shout. And, by the way, my name is Dorrius Woodoruku, But you can call me Dory." The handle twitched several times.
Draco paused and thought about what had just happened. "Oh my god! I'm being hit on by a door!" he thought.
Deciding he could use this to his advantage, he walked right up to Dory and began to trace the outlines of the wood carvings. Dory jiggled in her hinges. "Oh, Master Draco…"
"You know Dory, I need a new bedroom door." Just in case the speaking door could read minds, he tried not to think about the last door he had fried, when on a boring day he had used it for curse practice. "My old door had to be taken away and I could really use a beautiful door like you." As he talked, Dory had been going a brighter red.
Hey! he thought, I didn't know doors could blush!
"So what do you say? Tell me all about my dad, and I'll move you right away."
"Um...that would be…I mean to say…what I meant was…off corse I would love to become your bedroom door!"
"Did I say bedroom….. I mean sure. Bedroom door. Right. Of corse .What other door would I have meant. Hee hee hee …hee….." Draco paused. This was going somewhere else really fast, and he needed to get back on topic.
"So about that dad of mine…?"
"Oh Draco, he was always so impolite to me. Never said thank you for looking after his documents, or for self-locking when he forgot. I served him well, but what did I get? Did he ever send a house elf to polish me? Noooooo! That would have taken effort. Why would he think about little old me?"
In a last act of desperation, Draco forced the words out "I would never do anything that horrible, Dory. Your right, my father's behaviour was inexcusable. I will do my best to make it up to you. I can't believe he never noticed what a fine door you are. So Dory, my dear, will you tell me what you are guarding?"
"Oh, Draco, honey, I can do better than that. I can show you!" With a click, Dory unlocked and swang open. The room was a bland white, and papers were strewn all over the floor.
"Er…thanks, Dory. How about I just magic you over to er…my bedroom. Though I stay up late and play really annoying loud music, so are you sure that you wouldn't prefer to go to somewhere peaceful…like the library?"
Come on, say yes! Say you want to go to the room furthest away from my bedroom. Please! thought Draco.
"No, I'm fine with guarding you. Nobody's going to get past me, Draco. Oh and you needn't worry about transporting me over. I can do that." With that, Dory began to turn translucent, and then, with a loud pop, she disappeared, presumably to Draco's room.
"Damn it! From now on I had to remember not to bring any girls into my bedroom or this psycho, obsessive and evidently powerful door might kill them! I wonder how this Dory can do all of that? It's almost like she was actually a magic being and not a carved lump of wood. Damn that weird door got me all screwed up…oh shit! Now I'm talking to my self!"
Now that the door couldn't watch him (Draco got the feeling that Dory had been undressing him with her …whatever a door saw with), Draco went directly into the room that he hadn't been in ever since he was five. He could still remember that fateful day. It was the day that Draco realised the reason his fathers 'friends' never left by the way they came in was because they never left. As he picked up papers from the floor, his mind wandered to the events that had unfolded.
A small blond child ran across the huge mansion, finding new places to explore even though he had lived here all his short life. The blond blur whizzed past house elves and servants, seeing them as only people in his way. Onlookers thought he was just playing by himself, but Draco had a secret. He had one very special friend, Elfelda. She was his constant companion and best friend. Most adults would have said she was an imaginary friend, but Draco knew better. She was as real as he was. The only difference was that she wasn't human. Elfelda, or Elf, as he affectionately called her, was a shadow elf, only visible to those with the sight. Everyone thought he didn't have any friends, but in fact he had made a friend for life. Shadow elves were the last great race of elves. Taller than the average human, they had slim frames and enhanced senses. With trademark elf ears, large, deep green eyes and a shadowy blue tint to their skin, the elves would have stood out like a sore thumb, if it wasn't for their innate invisibility. Elfelda was the wayward princess of her people, but as it would be another 10 years before she could rule, they let her have her fun with the human boy. Unaware of his playmate's royal blood and unaware of her playmate's dark family history, they played together as only innocent children could.
Laughing while rapidly trying to find a good hiding, spot he bumped into a nervous-looking man. Dressed in a cheap suit with round, fake dragon horn-rimmed glasses, he looked like he hadn't had a good meal in a long time. The man was shaking and sweating profusely. He obviously had a lot on his mind, but he still noticed the young boy who resembled the man he feared most.
"Um, are you all right, young man?" asked the pale man.
"I'm fine, Mister, but you look sick. Do you want me to take you to my mummy? She can give you this great medicine that makes you feel better almost at once!" said young Draco.
Knowing that what the boy referred to was a very expensive elixir made from phoenix tears, the pale man thought that the boy's mother would be more likely to give some to a lame dog. "No, thank you …"
"My name's Draco," stated the boy.
"My name's Charles Bones. Draco, though it was very nice of you to offer, I really do not require medical help. I have important business with Mr Malfoy, so I am just a little nervous."
"Oh, you're one of Daddy's friends? He's been waiting for you all day!"
That's what I was afraid of, thought Charles. "Do you want me to show you to him?"
"No! I mean, um…I am just admiring the grounds .Would you mind showing me around?"
"Well, okay. But I'm having a game right now. Just wait till Elf comes over."
After a few minutes, Charles was getting confused. "Where is Elf?"
Draco looked at him, then turned to Elf, who had arrived a while ago. "He can't see you either. Don't worry Elf, one of these days someone will see you, too."
She nodded, used to the ignorant adults surrounding her. 'Do we have to stop playing because of him?' she mind spoke to Draco.
Perhaps Draco didn't realise how strange it looked, talking out loud to seemingly nobody. "Yes of course we do, mum told me to be more polite to the people dad worked with"
'Fine, I'll go get some food for later. Meet me in your room,' mind-spoke Elf. She sped away, being careful not to hit any servants. For some reason, a person getting knocked over for no reason freaked people out.
"OK, Mister, want to go now?" asked Draco.
"Sure, Draco," replied Charles.
Meanwhile, Lucius Malfoy was looking for the snivelling worm the dark lord had sent him.
He found his target in the main garden, but the sight of the traitor's company made his blood run cold. No son of his would talk to someone like that low-life.
"DRACO! Don't you have a room to clean!" yelled Lucius.
"Ok, Father!" piped the little boy. "I've got to go now, but I hope you have a nice meeting with Father!"
"Sure, Draco. It was nice meeting a son of the great Malfoy line. Um, if you hear anything a little... loud going on in your fathers study, you can come in. Please."
"Um...ok, sure, Mister, anything you want." Draco wandered off to his room as Charles gulped and headed towards the angry Malfoy.
Later that night, Draco was sleeping peacefully, with Elfelda sleeping beside him. At least, he was sleeping, until a loud bang woke him. Being careful not to wake Elfelda, he rolled out of bed to investigate. Then he remembered his promise to Mister Charles, and headed straight towards the forbidden office of his father. Stopping outside the office, Draco heard muffled voices and he strained to hear them. "You will regret the day you crossed the Dark Lord! Now, prepare to DIE!"
"No please I, I ….I can be a double agent, anything, just please…."
"No! Once a traitor always a traitor. Avada Kedavra!"
Draco opened the door. "Hey Daddy….AHHHH"
"Draco!" screamed Lucius. As Charles' limp form slumped to the floor, Draco ran out of the room with his eyes streaming.
"Daddy, I can't see, help me someone! What just happened to Charles? Help!" yelled Draco.
"You should not have been here son! Now you pay the price." muttered Lucius. Draco was crouched on the floor, sobbing "It stings Dad! What did you do?"
"I killed the traitorous bastard, and if you ever breathe a word of this, I will kill you too. Do we have an understanding?"
"Yes, sir…Please Da..Father. Help me, I can't see"
"Your sight will return in a few days. A child of your age will recuperate, but I suspect that it was the shock of seeing a death. Get used to it, because you are my son, and I will not have a softy for a boy. Go to your room"
"Yes, sir"
When Draco returned, Elfelda looked up at him, worried.
'Oh Draco, your vision is hurt and, oh no! Your special sight is damaged! How could this happen? Draco..DRACO!"
As hard as he could, he tried to see Elfelda, but she was fading before his eyes.
"No Elfelda…come back!"
"Draco, we will meet again...Goodbye my friend!"
In despair, Draco watched as his only friend vanished from his life.
Remembering the worst time of his life made Draco feel pretty bad , but worse still was that there was no evidence in his fathers office. It had been cleared…something didn't want him to know what was going on. With a heavy heart, he went to his room to see his new wooden roommate.
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