DannyMay 2019. Day Sixteen

"Eavesdropping"

"Denebola, dear," Danny's biological mother called from the room's doorway, looking at him with that small smile and sad eyes again, "we will be having guests tonight, I hope you understand this is not yet the moment of your formal introduction to society, we are still making arrangements for that." She said softly.

"It's alright, I don't mind." He shrugged lightly with a tight smile.

He didn't really know how to act with the woman who had given birth to him, and then had given him up for adoption because he supposedly didn't have any magic. But at least it looked like she felt bad about it, which was something that couldn't be said about his sperm donor.

"If you need anything, just call a house elf and it will attend you." And with that sad smile, she left, closing the door as she did so, leaving Danny to his reading on magic culture and textbooks for school.

He turned back to his astronomy reading with a grimace, not really comfortable with the idea of having magic butlers, or any kind of 'servant' at all, actually.

After devouring the astronomy book, Denebola Asterion "Danny" Fenton (kinda Black, maybe Malfoy) stood up to sneak into the kitchen and make himself a sandwich or something, because he was starving.

But when he reached the door and tried to open it, the handle wouldn't give.

"Uh?" He eloquently asked himself.

He tried again twice before putting his ghostly strength into use; when the handle still wouldn't budge, realization hit him and he sighed.

"Of course, magic."

The thought irritated him; were his blood(y) relatives that ashamed of him that they couldn't risk anyone seeing him, their very-late-bloomer son that was basically a… squiddle? Whatever the word for non-magic was! Or was it that they couldn't admit their guilt for having dumped him as an infant in the face of society?

Whatever, he was going to get his rich-bitch sandwich.

He phased through the door, his birthers not expecting the need to guard against ghosts, and invisibly made his way towards the kitchen.

He stopped, though, when he heard voices not bothering to murmur, and his curiosity got piqued.

He floated invisibly down the hall, poking his head through the wide entrance, freezing when he caught sight of the gathered people on his family's home.

Sinister people wearing dark cloaks poised around the table, with a bald man with snake-like features presiding.

But what mattered to Danny was that there, in between Narcissa and Lucius, sat his brother Draco –the one who had reached out to him the moment he found out he had a disowned brother, who didn't care if Danny had magic or not, and had welcomed him eagerly into his life even though his father's disapproval– sitting with a pale face covered by a faint sheen of sweat as he looked around with shifting eyes, afraid.

Said weariness became mounting horror and disgust the longer he heard of these people's plans and thoughts, culminating in cold rage that was only held back by the protective way the Malfoys moved next to his twin brother, their fearful glances as their 'Lord' gave their child the charge of becoming a murderer.

Danny wanted to scream and tear the place down, take his brother and run far, far away where none of this bullshit would get near him again; but by now he knew better than to launch himself headfirst into things without knowing well what was going on, even if –especially if– his family was in the line of danger.

He would have to wait, no matter how much he hated it, and be careful. But in the end, Voldemort would fall.

Sooo... I actually couldnt' decide if write this or not, since this AU (which isn't mine) is pretty 2020 and this is from 2018, but after reading this (ladylynse tumblr com (slash)post(slash)637660098279489536(slash)original-danny-malfoy-anon-here-draco-takes-after), and seeing the prompt 'Eavesdropping', I couldn't help myself, really.