A/N: Yes, it's here! And it's only been a couple days! So, here you are, Chapter 6!
Disclaimer: If I owned everything, do you really think I'd keep myself busy writing fanfictions rather than real novels that would turn into bestsellers? I didn't think so, either. But I do own Keppy. Not his species or description, though.
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"It is time for sir's breakfast," a high-pitched voice jolted Draco from sleep. The voice belonged to a small creature with large, bulging eyes, long ears, and a protruding nose. It only wore what looked like a blanket wrapped around its body and kept together with several pins that looked oversized compared to the small body.
"Wh= who're you?" Draco rubbed his eyes. Maybe something was in them and he couldn't see this creature properly. But when he opened his eyes again, it was still there, looking the same as before.
"Sir, I is Keppy the hose-elf. I is here to take care of sir. Does sir want breakfast?"
"Yeah, I guess so. What do you have?"
"Anything sir wants."
"Sausage, then, and eggs. Scrambled."
It said, "Sir will have this food!" and ran off into the next room.
While Keppy the house-elf made his breakfast, Draco got washed and dressed in something black. Most of his wardrobe was black, aside from a silver set of dress robes.
Draco went into the dining room, after noticing that more books= probably his- were on the bookshelves in the sitting room. Breakfast was thoroughly enjoyable, and while Draco ate, Keppy cleaned his bedroom.
After breakfast, Draco looked at all of his books. Many were schoolbooks. But there were some that didn't seem like schoolbooks. In fact, some didn't even have a title on the front cover. He opened the first of these books. It was a journal of some kind, since it was handwritten and went over seemingly trivial matters. It would be his journal, then. It only made sense.
He read the journal, and then all the others, and was surprised at how he didn't remember any of this. He couldn't understand for the life of him what were Slytherin, or Gryffindor, or Quidditch, or several other things. It was disconcerting finding out that he had liked the girl Granger- whose first name was Hermione- for years, although he put on an evil face for others. He called her a Mudblood, whatever that was, much to his horror, as well as to Hermione Granger and her two friends, Harry Potter (called Potty) and Ron Weasley (also known as the Weasel). He had written about being a pureblood, and being proud of one, and following his father's footsteps.
Other journals condemned this, said how he would rather not be a Pureblood or at least part of a powerful and rich family that cared more about bloodlines rather than being a family. He guessed that these were the later entries, since nothing was dated, and the journal that wasn't finished talked about it. This journal was probably his current one.
Draco thought about how his 15- year-old father acted. He definitely seemed as if he ruled the world, as if he was better than most other people. As if the last name Malfoy made him God. Perhaps his father had instilled this pride in Draco, and only recently did he fight his father's words.
There was a knock at the door. Draco jumped, then opened it to find Dumbledore.
"So, Draco, you seem to be settled in. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to check on your health. Especially that strange tattoo of yours.
"Okay, sir, do whatever you must."
"You should lay down- your bed seems as good a place as any- and I would like to see your tattoo. So if you don't mind taking off your shirt." (A/N: Yes, it sounds weird, but I don't know how to say this without making it awkward. Sorry!) The two walked to the bedroom and draco followed Dumbledore's orders. The Headmaster took out a thin piece of wood like Hermione Granger used- a wand- and touched Draco's tattoo with the tip. The tattoo turned black, and Draco's whole body burned. But even stranger, Dumbledore's wand flew out of his hand. "That was… interesting. An unusual effect, but I thought something along those lines would happen. Draco, I do not wish to harm you, but I would like to see what would happen if you were hexed. I can easily reverse any damage. Impedimenta!"
A purple jet of light came toward Draco. But instead of hitting him, the light bounced off and returned to Dumbledore, who stopped the light with a wave of his wand. "I thought so. Draco, Time Turners are unusual pieces of magic in that they do not get along with other types of magic well. Your unusual position allows you to be protected from magic that would harm you. I wouldn't be surprised if you could do other magic such as wandwork."
"Really?"
"Of course. I am not in the habit of lying when it comes to truths like these. All you have to do is put your mind to it and practice."
"Really? It's that simple?"
"Yes. You have everything you need for magic. You have a wand- it will be somewhere around here-and the spells. Some are in your books, while others can be found in the library. You have some deep in your memory, from the past couple years you spent here."
"If I spent years here then why can't I remember anything?"
The Headmaster said, "If we knew the answer to that, we could heal you. But the Time Turner does not want that."
"And what are Slytherin and Gryffindor and Quidditch? I wrote about them in journals, but I'm not sure what they are anymore."
"Slytherin and Gryffindor are two school Houses. The others are Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. You are in Slytherin and play on its Quidditch team. Quidditch is a sport played on broomsticks.
"Now I have a question about your journals. Did you write in them the name of the person who gave you the Time Turner?"
"No, Professor. I didn't write anything about the Time Turner at all."
"That is quite interesting. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment that I cannot be late to," Dumbledore said while checking a watch. "I will come again to discuss things with you. I hope it is soon." With that he left and Draco stared at the door he walked out of.
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A/N: Yes, some parts of this sound corny and stupid. I know. I also know that there's a ton of fluff. There won't be in some upcoming chapters.
Just so you all know, Keppy the house-elf was named after a kepi, which is a French hat that soldiers in the American Civil War wore. My friends and I love kepis, and I just had to use the name. It didn't occur to me until later that a house-elf named after clothes is slightly ironic. Especially when the house-elf is enslaved.
I have some ideas at how in the world this story is going to end. But I can't decide if Draco gets his memory back all at once, if he has to relearn everything he has ever known, or if he will never remember what he lost. Please tell me what you think in a review!
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