Look! A chapter! Are you people happy? Cause I am! Yay! Anyways, again, I must say I am sorry for an gramar errors. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not make any claims on anything but the idea for this story... and a couple of my OC characters that will eventually be brought in to this story.
Warnings: There will be HPDM slash. As in BoyxBoy love. Don't like it, don't read it. Also, I will be adding a couple (one in the least) OC characters to this story, But rest assured, none will be Mary Sues or Gary Sues, okay? Oh, and some things in the later chapters could be taken as incest (Not between close relatives!!! Ewww! More like cousins). It's not really incest, but some people might take it as incest
Beneath the old painting was a crawlspace.
It was old, and it obviously hadn't been used in many years. Cobwebs had gathered in the corners, dust covered it entirely, and when the painting was removed, a gust of air carrying a putrid smell wafted through the sitting room. Inside the crawlspace was a dark tunnel.
Draco stared at the dusted hole with a look that somewhat resembled horror. He was absolutely shocked. Although, he knew he shouldn't be. Honestly, Malfoy Manor had as many secrets as Hogwarts itself. The painting he had been holding up fell gracelessly from his white fingers.
Draco ran trembling fingers over the floor of the crawlspace. Dust collected on his fingers. Where did it lead to? He gathered all his courage and curiosity, fighting back his fear of what might be ahead.
He pushed himself up, onto the opening of the grimy crawlspace, and began his crawl towards the end of the completely dark tunnel. He sucked in the dust, and coughed as it entered his lungs.
The crawl was relatively short, and soon he found himself falling face first into an unlit room. Pain shot up through his arms as they braced themselves to catch him. He groaned as he lay pathetically on the floor, before picking himself up. He was thankful no one had seen him.
He searched for his wand. Once the blond had found it, he intoned a gentle Lumos and gasped as he saw the room.
It was not too unlike his own bedroom had been when he was younger. It was smaller and a bit more cramped. The furniture looked used and worn. He noticed how unkept the room was, as if noone had been through there in years. He moved towards a worn candlestick that sat on a small desk.
"Incendio," Draco whispered, levelling his wand at the wick. The candle lit up, and the room was engulfed in bright light. Once he was done, Draco pocketed his wand, and started to examine the room.
Draco had found a bedroom. A child's bedroom.
The bed was small, meant for a child's body. It was covered in a quilt that had was covered in dust. He moved past the bed, towards a bedside table. On it lay a framed picture.
Draco picked it up, and dusted it off. He almost dropped the frame when he saw the picture.
There, in black and white, was himself, when he had been three, his mother, father, and another small boy. They were all smiling lightly.
The other boy looked no older than younger-Draco. He had a shock of jet-black hair that fell neatly around his smiling face. His grey eyes twinkling madly. He had pale skin, almost as pale as Draco, and wore clothes that a prince could have sported.
It was the boy from Draco's dreams.
Draco brought a finger up, and rubbed the excess grime from the picture.
"Who...?" Draco started.
Who the bloody hell was the boy?
*
Severus made his way through Malfoy Manor as if the devil himself was at his heels. He had received his godson's letter three days after it had been sent. He had been busy putting the finishing touches on Lupin's Wolfsbane potion. He had read the letter, and in the next second he was on his way to the Manor.
Draco was in pain. Draco needed him.
He hurried his pace, searching harder.
Twenty minutes passed, and he hadn't any luck whatsoever. Finally, too frustrated to continue, he barked out, "Bippy!"
The house elf appeared with a sudden pop. She trembled as she took in who had called her.
"Yes, masters Sevrus! What can I's do for yous?" asked the agitated elf. Severus glared at the raggedly dressed house elf.
"Where is Master Draco?" he asked impatiently. Bippy's eyes widened, before closing and concentrating her magic on locating her master. She gave a slight squeak, and turned to Severus.
"Little Master Malfoy is in the Closed Room, yes he is! I's knows not why! He should be in his beds, yes he should! Bippy is a bad house elf, not taking cares of young Master!" cried the distraught elf, pulling her ear into her mouth and biting. Severus had gone pale at the mention of the Closed Room.
"Enough!" intoned the irate potions master, "Go, attend to your duties! I shall take care of your young master."
The elf sniffled, and disappeared with another loud pop.
Severus knew where he'd find Draco, but he needed to get something before he went to see the boy.
*
Draco was siting on the bed, looking at the black and white picture of himself and his family when he had another memory hit him.
It was sudden, and it shocked him. He dropped the picture onto the floor, and the frame shattered. At one moment he was in the dusty bedroom, and in the next, he was under the covers of the very quilt he had been siting on. Only, this quilt was clean, and he was not alone.
"Draco," the dark haired boy whispered, "we'll always be together, right?"
His younger self stared in seriously into grey eyes, almost exactly like his own.
"Of course," he whispered back, "you're going to be with me forever 'cause I say so, and I'm a Malfoy, and so I'm right!" Giggles erupted from both boys.
"Okay then, pinky swear it," said the other boy, "Pinky swear we'll always be together, no matter what." A small pinky extended towards younger-Draco.
Draco's pinky clasped the other boy's as they sent small smiles to each other.
The moment ended, and Draco was sitting on the dusty quilt, alone.
He brushed the quilt off a bit, then he bent and gathered the picture up in his hand. A couple glass shards scratched his fingers, but he ignored them.
It was at that moment that Severus Snape walked into the grimy bedroom. Draco did nothing to acknowledge his presence. He continued to examine the old picture, before asking, in a small voice, "Who is he?"
Severus walked to where his godson was sitting, and took a seat on the bed beside him. Draco looked towards the potion's master, his gaze intense and serious. Snape sighed, and took the picture from Draco's yielding fingers. He murmured a small healing spell for the cuts on Draco's fingers.
He replace the picture with a book with Wizarding Wards an Extensive Research emblazoned on the title.
"Read this," Severus said in a quiet voice, "Read the pages I have highlighted, then all will become more clear to you."
Draco's fingers caressed the golden title of the book. "Alright," he said, "then you will explain to me what is going on, right?"
Severus just looked away from the confused boy, not saying another word.
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