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A/N: I'm so happy with the feedback from this story! And to whoever who asked (not online and am terrible with names), Harry and Ginny did not train together. None of the Heirs did. They have absolutely no clue who the others are and they know nothing of the prophesy (in the prologue) yet. Okay, now, onto this chapter, which will be about (pulls name out of hat)… Draco!

The Chosen Eight

Chapter Nine

The Choosing - Lord Slytherin

Draco retired to his room a little unnerved. His mother was behaving very strangely. She was actually acting as if… she cared. She had tried to assure him that things would be alright soon enough. Even though he wouldn't admit it, Draco was a little frightened at her behavior. Shrugging his mother's actions off, he closed his eyes, only to snap them open a moment later when he realized that he wasn't alone.

Salazar looked curiously on the young man now standing alert and distrustful before him. He had great potential, this one. However, he was far too introverted. The way he kept to himself, never letting anybody in, could hurt him later on. Salazar would know, it was his downfall as well. He saw a lot of himself in this boy, but this boy would face far more in his time. Luckily, he would also have much more support, if he reaches out and accepts it.

"Where am I?" Draco demanded with the tone of an aristocrat. "Who are you? Why am I here?"

"My, my, aren't we demanding? You are at Eclipse Manor, which your pathetic grandfather renamed to Malfoy Manor after he had acquired it from your grandmother's dowry. I guess he wanted to seem more important. I guess he figured that if the ancestral home of Salazar Slytherin were called by his surname, he could fool people into believing that he actually had my blood running through his disgraceful veins."

"You are Salazar Slytherin?" Draco said skeptically. "If you were, you would know that I do have Slytherin blood running through my veins."

Salazar just looked at him amused. "I know that, Draco. However, you have failed to realize that, although he stressed the importance of your ancestry, your father never dared to claim that he himself had that ancestry. His mother was the sole heir to her uncle's estate, which included, to my eternal shame, my home, merely because his wife had died before him and was the owner of it. Your father has not a drop of Slytherin blood. You receive my blood from your mother's family, the Blacks."

"Not that any of that is why you are here," he continued. "You are here because I have chosen you to become my Heir."

"Really?" Draco commented coolly.

Salazar smirked. "You really are like me. Come on, let's get on with your training. I have a lot of work to do with you if you are to be ready. And I have a feeling that you are going to need extra work just to get you to learn what you need to."

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Draco woke up in a pensive mood. He had learned everything that Salazar said he would need for now. However, he got the feeling that more training was to come after he had united with the others.

The consequences of him being chosen kept running through his mind. He could no longer isolate himself, he'd actually have to work in a group. That might not be so bad, he decided. Maybe, for once, he would know what real friends would be like. That is, if he could join up with the others before the Dark Lord or his followers caught wind of his choosing. But how could they know? Nobody but him and Salazar and possibly the other Founders knew he had been chosen.

This still didn't help his current situation. He couldn't use the powers he had gained to break free. Voldemort would recognize them for what they were in a second. He would have to bide his time, hoping for an opportunity to present itself.

Tbc…

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