Chapter 5
Trojans are known for protecting people from the outside world. So why did they fail to protect their own? After ten years of siege, the Trojans and the Greeks were finally done with the war. The eastern shore was vacant of ships on the morning of the final year. Instead, a wooden horse blocked the sun in the early morning hours and shaded the great city of Troy. Little did the Trojans know that this would bring about the destruction of their homes, their families, and the future of their civilization.
Draco Malfoy sat on his bed, wondering what was to happen now that he had lost the book that had been a family heirloom for years. His father had warned him not to let the book leave the family library, but of course Draco had not taken him seriously. Now that the world was more vulnerable than ever before, Draco worried about the prophecy that was written in the book. If someone were to figure out what it meant…or even worse to read it out loud, the world would be in just as much trouble as when Helen ran away with Paris. Thinking about Helen and Paris, Draco had a class on the history of war and had to read a book about the Trojan War.
His room was cold as ice so he put on a pair of sweatpants and a black tshirt. Deciding that reading in the Common Room was a better idea than trying to read upstairs with little light and a high probability of falling asleep, he grabbed his book and made his way down the dreadful stairs that lead to the Heads Common Room. As he walked, he smiled when he saw that no one was around. When he sat down in the armchair near the fire, he looked up and noticed that Hermione Granger was sitting cuddled up against the couch with a book in her hands. That girl really was a nerd. Draco laughed inside his head.
Randomly, a voice broke the silence. "Why are you talking to me anyways?" Draco did not know how to respond to what Hermione had just said. Was the girl going crazy? He did not know nor did he care. All he cared about at that moment was finding out more about the Immortals and so he sat down to read his book which was hidden inside his potions textbook.
A minute later he realized that it would be rude of him not to respond to her, so he decided to say the simplest thing possible. "I'm not." He could not be rude to her now that she was his co-head. Dumbledore would surely strip him of his title if it came down between his word and hers. She was part of the Golden Trio and therefore Dumbledore had already taken a liking to her. Unfortunately, Draco was not as lucky. Especially after the run in that his father had with Dumbledore during his second year at Hogwarts. Now that was rather embarrassing. Although his father had had good reason to flip out on Harry Potter, after all, he did set free his one and only house elf.
Back in the day, his family had had servants and house elves. His great times five grandfather was the Minister of Magic. After that, his family was pretty much untouchable. That was of course until his father was thrown into prison because of the dark lord.
Draco looked up at the clock above the fireplace. An hour had passed. Hermione Granger no longer sat on the couch, and he had not read more than four paragraphs of his book because his mind just wasn't in it today. He really needed to find that book anyways. It was the first Saturday of the ninth month and that book needed to be found and destroyed before it unleashed the evil that was within. He smirked for a second when he realized how cliché this really was. It almost sounded like the story of Pandora's Box. But instead of reading something on the box, she just opened it. Rolling his eyes, he stood up and stretched.
The clock chimed for dinner. He looked back at the clock. How had four hours passed? He had just looked at the clock and it had only been three o'clock! Maybe the clock was wrong. Draco ran up to his bedroom and placed his book on his multicolored sheets. As a Head Boy, he no longer belonged to Slytherin. Instead, he was above the use of houses. He and the Head Girl made up their own House- a place above the childish jealousies and rivalries. Draco had to run in order to make it down to the Great Hall in time for dinner.
