"Lucius, dear, you're back!" a slender woman with long, silvery hair gracefully rushed to her husband as he stepped into the house, her crystalline blue eyes shining with concern. "How did it go?"
"Narcissa, don't worry yourself too much; everything's going according to plan," Lucius sighed, somewhat annoyed, as he sent his coat into his closet with a wave of wand.
"So, what is she like? Does she resemble... Her?"
"Appearance wise, no. Personality wise... well, I haven't got the chance to know her long enough to tell," Lucius said quickly, and walked away to avoid more questions. Questions that he didn't want to answer. Especially that the girl was a damn Cantrelle.
"Ohhh, I want to see her!" Narcissa clasped her hands together, staring dreamily into the high ceiling of their manor, gorgeously decorated with green and silver. "And maybe Draky and she can-" Narcissa's sentence was cut off by an angry Lucius.
"Cissa! Do you have any idea what you're saying right now?"
"S-sorry Lucius, I just got a little carried away."
Lucius was surprised by how loud his own voice came out, and just nodded awkwardly at Narcissa. "I-I'll go check on Draco now."
"Ugh! Parkinson, get the bloody hell away from me!" Draco shouted as a girl with short black hair cut straight across the back flung herself onto Draco.
"Aw, but Draco, we got paired off together!" she whined, tightly holding on to Draco.
"Zabini, this is all your fault! Why do you get to go solo while I'm stuck with her?!" Draco demanded angrily at a tall Italian boy with slightly curly jet black hair and few freckles dotted his ivory colored face. His olive colored eyes with a tinge of gold lit up, and his rosy lips curved into a grin.
"Because," the boy began, "I'm more skilled than you are. What if you got hurt during our match, Malfoy?"
"Watch what you're saying, Zabini. Incendio!" Draco suddenly took out his wand, and shot a beam of fire at Blaise Zabini. Blaise, known for his quick reflexes, jumped out of the way, and the beam flew straight towards the door of the room.
"Malfoy, you think you can get me?" Blaise laughed, "Good thing I put a charm around this room, and as long as the spells don't fly out the room, nothing will be destroyed."
And just as Blaise finished his sentence, Lucius opened the door, and Draco's spell flew straight for Lucius.
Lucius slowly approached to room of his son that he hadn't seen for the whole summer. He knocked once and opened the door, to find Draco, Blaise Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson and- Oh, what is this?
Lucius spotted an orange beam flying towards him, and quickly got out of the way, but not quick enough. The edge of his sleeves got burnt, but took out his wand and countered the spell before it set Malfoy Manor on fire. He calmly put his wand back in place, and brushed his sleeve with his other hand.
"Draco," Lucius's voice eerily echoed in the quiet room, which froze as Lucius' steel grey eyes gazed upon it.
Pansy quickly let go of Draco, and took a few steps back to where Blaise was standing. "Um, I think we should go over to yours, Blaise..."
Blaise silently nodded, eyes fixed on the ground to avoid Lucius' eyes. He muttered a quiet "Bye, Draco", and left the room quickly followed by Pansy.
Draco stared at the floor, silently hating himself. Why is it always like this? "I'm truly sorry, father."
Lucius tilted his chin up and looked down at Draco. "Before you apologize, maybe you should tell me your wrongs and let us both be clear what you are apologizing for."
"I... sliced you, father?" Draco shifted nervously, his hands becoming cold.
"I see that Hogwarts greatly expands the vocabulary range of its students," Lucius' voice rang with icy sarcasm. "Draco, how have you been this summer; not busy, I presume?"
Remembering the spells he practiced day and night at the beginning of the summer, Draco rushes to his nightstand and takes out a green-bound ancient spell book. "O-of course I was busy, father; I have mastered-"
"You lie," Lucius interrupted before Draco, who seemed taken aback by his father's accusation, can begin. Lucius began to pace around the room. " You know, son, I have been going on about my duties so you, don't have so scavenge around the streets for food like some filthy mudbloods. However, you... What have you been doing? I take my eyes off you for a while and you, with your friends, are out to destroy my Manor," Lucius yelled, bringing Narcissa rushing to Draco's room.
"Oh, Lucius, what's wrong? I'm sure we can talk this out in a civilized matter; come, Honey, I'll make tea," Narcissa said.
"Quiet, Narcissa." Lucius turned back to Draco and continued, "You are a Malfoy, Draco. You have to be ahead of others. Yet, I cannot even trust to leave you alone during the summer without doing something extremely foolish! How do you suppose to inherit the true name of Malfoy after me? Yes- we are a highly powerful and influential family amongst the pureblood families, but with power, there comes responsibility! You, at your current stage, are a disgrace to the name Malfoy!" Lucius yelled, gaining a gasp from Narcissa.
"Draco dear, I'm sure you father didn't mean that-"
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO BE QUIET, NARCISSA!" Narcissa shrunk back, shocked at the comment Lucius had thrown at her. This was the first time after they graduated that Lucius had yelled at her.
Draco's hands curled into tight fists. Why? Why is it always like this? He doesn't see the good things I do -even if he does, he doesnt pay attention to it- but always picking up on the things I do that does not please him?
"I did not lie," Draco's quiet words caught the attention of his parents. "I did master a several spells! And that's why I have Blaise over today, to practice- can't you see, father? You're never with me; you don't understand me! Therefore you don't have the right to judge my actions!" Draco immediately regretted his words, but no matter what he thinks, he can't take them back.
"Draco, you did not- Lucius darling, that was a misunderstanding; Draco doesn't know what he was saying, so let's put all this behind, and come have tea, alright?" Narcissa pleaded, but was ignored by Lucius.
"Oh, is that what you think, Draco? Fine, if you do not like the way I think and act, then get out of this house right now; this is my house, what I say is the law here. I couldn't care less to lose an irresponsible son like you in the least."
Draco shot a hateful look at his nonchalant father, and quickly rushed downstairs to the fireplace used for Flooing to places. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and threw it down as he stepped into the fireplace. "Zabi-" He began, but was interrupted by Narcissa.
"Oh, Draco, please don't go! Let's apologize to your father, okay? Draco, please!"
Oh shoot! I was right in the middle of saying my destination! I hope I don't end up in a weird place! Draco thought, and with an apologetic look at his mother, he quickly yelled, "Zabini House" as blue flames swallowed him.
Kailie sat on her bed, taking a break from reading and stared outside her tall, gothic window at the blue sky and golden sunset clouds.
Summer break is almost over... she thought sadly, a wave of nostalgia over-washing her. She felt extremely lonely all of a sudden, which surprised her, because in these ten years, she was supposed to have gotten used to being alone. And maybe that's why I am so lonely, she thought, Now I'm not used to company, while all the other girls my age are out with their friends shopping and having fun while I sit here alone, wasting my life away... But who am I kidding? I prefer solitude, that's right... right? Oh my god, stop being so depressing, Kailie!
She threw herself down on the bed, thinking about the things she would do if her parents were still with her. Then we could do things together, the three of us. I wouldn't have to always be alone and have no one to talk to... and I may even make friends because I wouldn't be an orphan anymore... but now... I have to take everything by myself, and no body knows when I feel sad or happy, or hurt...
Suddenly, she heard a large crashing noise and a male voice cursing loudly from downstairs. Kailie quickly got to her feet, and grabbed a broom from the nearest closet. She slowly opened her door, and crept down the stairs, trying not to make any sound and keep the stair case from creaking.
...And nobody will know if I die.
"Damn it!" Draco shouted as he fell head down at the floor, followed a bunch of curse words. The Floo powder has placed him halfway up the chimney of a house, due to the mispronunciation of his initial destination. He quickly rolled up to shield himself from the impact, and thanked god it was summer and there was no fire down below.
"BLAISE!" he yelled angrily as he stepped out from the fire place, but soon stopped in his tracks as he noticed the unfamiliar surroundings. Instead of Blaise Zabini's house with modern architecture, this house- this mansion- was built in gothic architecture, and seemed more antique and empty.
"What the..." Draco was lost in his thoughts, but turned around just in time to catch the broom stick coming down on his head at a great speed. "Bloody hell!" he yelled at a girl with dark brown- almost black hair- and a face all too plain for his fancy. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"That's my question! Who are you? What do you want?" the girl demanded, trying to hide her fear behind anger. She jerked the broom from the stranger's hand.
Draco eyed her in consideration for a second and propped himself down on the nearby couch. "Give me three good reasons why I should reveal my information to you."
"What the hell- well, first of all, you broke in to my house, second, since you are in my house now you have to do what I say, and, and-"
"Oh please!" Draco's eyes narrowed at the girl's second comment. "Those are pathetic."
"And I can call the police right now and-"
Police...? What is police? Draco thought as he saw the girl run to a machine with buttons of the numbers one to nine, and a spiral cord connecting to a smaller machine. Draco quickly jumped up. Don't tell me I've come to the muggle world!? And is police some kind of investigators or something? Are they what the muggles call the bloody Aurors?
Draco quickly grabbed the girl from the back and put a hand over her mouth, tearing her away from the machine. The girl shrieked and kicked, but Draco didn't let go. Tears ran down her face.
"Shhh! If you listen to what I say, I won't hurt you," Draco tried to reassure her, but his comment seemed to have made her more afraid of him. "What I mean is, I need you to calm down and be quiet!" he snapped, and let the girl go. The girl seemed to calm down a little, either she was afraid he was going to kill her if she kept on screaming or she understood his situation.
Draco paused, and searched through his clothes for remaining traces of the Floo powder in hope of going to Blaise's. But he found none.
Kailie backed up against a wall as the stranger searched through his clothes for something.
A weapon?
Her thought frenzied and she wasnt able to think clearly anymore, other than to run away.
But I suck at running, and he'll catch me in no-time since he has longer legs than I she thought, and it'll be a while for me to reach the city.
"You there," the voice came so suddenly it made her jump. Kailie tightened her grip on the broomstick, even though it was no use. "Prepare me the best room around the house; I'll be staying here for awhile," the intruder said quickly, preventing Kailie from interrupting. "I promise not to hurt or kill you during my stay, as long as you don't call the police or whatever, and tell anyone about me. If anyone asks, say that I was invited. Don't ever tell your parents, or harm will come to them. And you are to bring me meals and such, until I decide to leave the house. Understood? And if you, by any means, don't do exactly as I said before, you'll regret the day you were born. Now show me to my room."
Kailie stood shocked for a while, but quickly showed him to one of the guest rooms. Are you serious, Kailie, you're just going to let him stay? her own mind questioned her, but her body did nothing other than to obey the intruder's command.
As the girl showed him to his room, Draco took out his wand and hid it behind his back. I'll just put a sleeping spell on her so she doesn't do anything stupid, he thought.
"Can you at least tell me your name?" the girl said, with determination in her eyes.
"My name..." Draco began, but suddenly remembered his father's words. "You are a disgrace to the name Malfoy!"
"My name is Draco." Who wants to be a Malfoy anyways?
The girl looked at the floor and seemed to be uneasy about something, but didn't say anything. Draco walked over, and was about to close the door, when the girl suddenly looked up.
"A-are you an associate of a man named L-Lucius?"
The girl's sentence echoed in his head, and made Draco's eyes widen. He felt as if his lungs were being squeezed. He wanted to yell that stop talking about his father; he wanted a break from being a Malfoy. A break from the prison he seemed to be in.
Keep calm, Draco, he told himself. She probably means some other muggle. It's just a coincidence that that person has the same name as father. There is no way she could know father! Draco took a deep breath. The girl is obviously afraid of me; and I have to take advantage of her fear! I must keep her afraid, to be in control. Don't make yourself sound childish, Draco, you must keep calm!
"One more thing," Draco finally collected himself. "Don't talk to me unless you're talked to." And with that, he slammed the door.