Malfoy Family:

Lucius

Narcissa

(William) Spike: The Rogue Brother

Draco

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters,
nor do I own William the Bloody a.k.a. Spike from Buffy the Vampire
Slayer or any of those characters. This story plot, though radical
it seems, is mine and mine alone, except my mom thought of Spike's
part in this, which inspired the entire story. By the way, I made
it so Spike was still a vampire, but only created recently. He was
banned from the family long ago when he refused to join Voldemort
and went his own way (called him a Poof).

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Draco walked through Hogsmeade alone, heading towards the
Hog's Head after leaving his fellow Slytherins. He remembered
recieving an owl during breakfast from someone he knew, and it was
because of this knowledge of that person that he didn't speak to
others of him or even think twice as he hid the note from
everyone's sight. The twit, Pansy Parkinson, had drilled him for
the answers he hid, but he had merely brushed her off and held his
fort down. No one knew of this secret, not even Crabbe or Goyle,
but it did exist. He rounded a corner, his robes flapping behind
him as he sternly headed toward the entrance of the Hog's Head.
Entering the pub, he slowed down to a saunter, making sure no one
suspected him of anything suspicious, but in his own opinion, this
place was holding its' own reputation.

Searching the room for the familiar face, he glared into
the darker parts of the pub, taking care to notice the details of
every little thing. He spotted what he was looking for, and walked
towards the northeast corner of the room, where a figure sat, his
stomach churning from sudden anxiety. The man was adorned in black
garb, but not wizard garb; he wore black jeans, a black shirt,
black shoes, and his black leather topcoat was laying beside him,
Draco imagined. One thing that stood out, though, was the man's
blond, short, slicked back, almost silverish hair. Draco sauntered
up to him carefully, watching as he lit up what looked like a
muggle fag (cigarette) with not a wand, but with what looked like a
metal flame generator. The man looked up to see him, and smirked,
taking the fag out of his mouth in a smooth motion and
letting the smoke leave his lungs. "Glad you could make it."
Draco's stomach turned over, and he sat down hastily.

"No problem. How are you doing?"

"Not bad. Buy you a butterbeer?" Draco suddenly felt the
warnings rush back to him, and he let a sneer cross his face for a
second.

"If you want." The man looked at him, and took a drag from his
fag, signalling for a barwitch. She looked over, and saw the
boy, getting the butterbeer ready.

"Don't give me that attitude. I knew you'd turn out like him if
you stayed around."

"I don't know what you mean."

"Listen Draco, I came here to see you, not that bloody poof you
call a father. Relax and have a drink." The barwitch came over to
the table they sat at, and placed the mug in front of Draco.

"Anything else, sir?"

"No, love, we'll be fine." The barwitch nodded and left. Draco
lifted the mug and took a drink from it.

"You know he's your father, too, William."

"Look, I wanted to ask you how everything went, what everyone
was up to, you know, the usual, but if you want to talk about
family affairs, fine. Let's talk. I haven't been in the Malfoy clan
for about thirteen years now, and with all the things going on
around here I still stand by my decision."

"Thirteen years? Why don't you look older?" William took another
drag from his fag, and stared at Draco.

"About ten years ago I was bitten by a vampire, and was turned,
so now I won't age."

"Father told me you were sent away because of an insult to the
Dark Lord..."

"Of all the times we've talked, not once did you let him stay
out of the conversation. I didn't want to be a Deatheater. I love
chaos, but I don't follow nobody but myself. I spat on the bloody
poof's breeches and walked away. Almost got me killed, but I
managed. I imagine you'll be one too, one of these days. Wanted to
tell you that there were other interesting things out there besides
revenge, like smoking and partying out in the muggle world but
Lucius wouldn't hear of it. Life out in the muggle world is less
complicated, that is to say I can get whatever I want and want
whatever I got."

"Why would you not want to be a follower of the Dark Lord?" said
Draco, who was calming down with every sip of butterbeer he took.

"I don't play well with others, is that good enough for you? Why
would I want to all that when I could be perfectly happy without
the high expectations. I didn't feel good until I got out of that
hellhole you call home." William looked at his brother from his
laid back position, taking the freedom in. "At least in the muggle
world all vampires have to worry about is getting staked by a
Slayer. The rest of the world is simple because no one wants to
admit that there are unnatural forces out there. Nighttime is a
bloody heaven because everyone goes out," Draco's eyes seemed to
lose that feeling of captivity. "and everyone walking outside
during the night line up for the taking, like Happy Meals with
legs."

"What's a Happy Meal?"

"Muggle fast food franchise from the US. You'd have to see it to
believe it."

"Muggles have it good?"

"Yes."

"Why would they? They are inferior."

"Yes, but they are oblivious to the complicated things in life,
like magic. They believe what they see, and see what they want, and
they don't see magic, well, not all of them. You see, muggles are
inferior, but in their world, you're just like them, only You are
the weirdo." Draco's face contorted as if he was disgusted by the
thought. "It's actually much better than you think."

"But you are of neither world."

"What do I care? Just because I live the life I want doesn't
mean I can't get what I want. Draco, you've got to start singing to
another tune otherwise you'll end up just like Lucius, and you know
how he can be."

"Why are you here, William."

"I owled you out of the blue so I could warn you."

"Against what."

"Lucius. Let me put it in terms you would know: the poof who
calls himself the Dark Lord will play a game of Exploding Snap, and
Deatheaters are the cards. I would start running away before they
pull you into the deck."

"You are lying. My father is His right hand man, and I have no
problem with letting someone else mess with my life so long as I
get Potter." William chuckled and snuffed his fag. He motioned for
Draco to come closer to him, who did as told.

"Do you really think Voldemort will let you take care of the
Potter kid? Afterall, he's the one who has been plotting against
the boy for years upon years. You have known him for three, and the
only reason you hate him is because he's got the silver lining you
never had. You had better get your priorities straight and think
about your future and where it's taking you before someone chooses
your path for you."

"I have plenty of control over my life."

"Oh really. You think you know what it's all about, eh?" Draco
nodded, the butterbeer laid aside for the meantime. "You know only
what Lucius knows, and he will be the death of you. Kissing the hem
of that poof's robes everytime he calls for you because of some
bloody tattoo that burns until you want to scream? Is that your
choice or not. As soon as you get the mark, you are not you
anymore. You are His. There's a saying in the muggle world about
that: 'When I say 'Jump' you say 'How high?''" This made Draco
think. He looked at his butterbeer and didn't say anything for a
while. William took a fag from a package and lit it up, taking a
large drag from it. Draco seemed interested in it.

"What does it do?" William smirked, and handed it over to him.

"Don't inhale right away." Draco sniffed the smoke coming from
it before putting his lips on the end and taking what looked like
an uneasy drag. His eyes slammed shut and smoke left his mouth in a
coughing fit before his eyes began to water from the burn. He
handed the fag back to William, who smirked rather evilly before
bringing it to his lips.

"What's in that?"

"Something called nicotine and a bunch of other muggle
inventions made to kill from the inside out. It's strangely
addictive, and it kills your lungs, but if you're going to die
anyway, why not?"

"But vampires can't breathe."

"Who cares? Breathing is a hard habit to break, especially if
you don't have to. It's a carefree life, Draco. The muggle world
isn't too hard on you if you want to do something on your own.
Here, though," William shook his head in exasperation. "it's so
tense that if a child had dropped a mug, everyone would want to
know who dropped it, when, where, and why it was dropped."

"So you left because you didn't want the responsibility of being
a Deatheater."

"You'll understand maybe one day. Until then, though, don't rush
to become your father." William noticed a sneer growing back onto
Draco's face. "Listen, I'm not asking you to run away from home and
change your name. I'm telling you to do your homework before
jumping into situations you will never be able to get out of.
Otherwise you'll be the hem-kissing lapdog of the poof who was
defeated by a babe." Draco seemed to see something interesting in
the way his brother spoke.

"Tell me more about the muggle world..."

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