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Draco waved his wand over his head in a high arc and muttered the incantation that Potter had told him. A door suddenly appeared in the huge corrugated iron front of the warehouse. He walked forwards and tugged sharply on the door to open it, dust flew up from the floor as sunlight streamed in. Draco covered his mouth and nose with his robe sleeve and walked inside, looking for the switch to turn on the electrics. Finding it he pulled it down and nothing happened, he pushed it up and pulled it back down again to the same effect. Cursing Draco held up his wand and cast 'lumos' and tried to think of any light spells he could use. He walked around whilst he thought, trying to decide where to start. Eventually Draco remembered something about bluebell flames, flames you could keep in a jar... He remembered the incantation and looked around for an empty jar. Deciding that he couldn't trust any jar he found in the warehouse Draco walked to the supermarket near to the warehouse and bought multiple jars of jam and bigger jars of pickled onions. He emptied the jars outside the warehouse, gagging at the smell of the onions.
Sitting on the floor in the warehouse Draco conjured multiple balls of blue flame and put them in the jars so that eventually the warehouse was lit by a strange blue glow. It wasn't ideal but it was the best he could do, he'd have to get someone from the Department of Muggle Artefacts, Arthur Weasley's new department, to come out and fix the electricity. The department was made up of like minded people who loved everything to do with muggles, some going so far as to learn about electricity and gas. It was a useful department, as Draco had discovered, as many of his projects meant he had to go into old houses and storage spaces where the lighting was so poor he was likely to get injured if he didn't do something about it.
When he was finished with lighting the flames and levitating the jars into the air he opened one of the damp, dusty crates with caution. He levitated an old cracked mirror out of it and watched as it rotated slowly. Something on the bottom of the mirror caught his eye, and he looked at it closely. He took care not to look into the mirror itself as you never knew what the use of the mirror was. Draco saw something that looked like letters on the frame and tried reading them, when he couldn't he tried a translation charm to no avail. He twirled his wand absent-mindedly as he thought of his next move when he saw the words make sense right in front of his eyes.
Draco shook his head and chuckled softly as he realised how he could suddenly read the writing. He'd accidentally turned the mirror upside down when he had twirled his wand, and the writing had suddenly become the right way up and therefore he could read it. He stopped laughing however when he read what the writing said "I swallow your soul". His eyes widened and he gulped, twisting the mirror away from him so he couldn't look into the reflective glass. He lowered it back into the crate and labelled it 10. He had written a code for the darkness of objects, rating between 1 to 10, one being something like a teapot he'd once found that didn't let you let go of it, and 10 being something that threatens your life or soul.
Draco carried on all day, only stopping when his stomach rumbled and forced him to go back to the supermarket to buy his lunch. At 6.45 Draco stood from his position on his knees and stretched, he looked around and gaped. He had been at it for ten hours and had only managed around 5% of the boxes. He groaned as his mind replayed a scene from a muggle film about an explorer with a hat he lost a lot, and a whip which he could do obscene things with. Crate after crate after crate, maybe he would find the lost arc amongst all these dark objects...
Draco put the wards back on the warehouse and apparated home. He smiled as he walked in and smelt the unmistakable smell of a hot bath with his favourite bubble bath, and the smell of eggy bread and hot pumpkin juice. He walked through to the kitchen, kicking off his shoes and dropping his robes as he went. He arrived to see his house elf Nancy pouring the pumpkin juice out of a hot pan into a mug with a child like scrawl of Draco on the side. Draco sat at the small wooden table in his white shirt and black pants, and picked up the mug and took a gulp. Nancy knew just how hot she needed to make it so he could drink it.
"Thank you Nancy!" Draco said, sighing tiredly.
Nancy laid the plate of eggy bread in front of him and refilled the mug of pumpkin juice. She smiled as Draco tucked in quickly, moaning as he tasted the egg and butter. He ate his "meal" in a couple of minutes and after thanking Nancy, who's arms were full of Draco's discarded clothes, went upstairs to lay in the bath for a couple of hours.
As Draco climbed into bed that night he thought of Hermione Weasley, and wondered how the weasel was coping with a broken leg. Though presumably he'd been taken to St Mungos by Potter after work...
Being on speaking terms with Potter was strange, all the way through school he had despised him. Though, he didn't really understand why at first. All he knew was that his father didn't like Potter, therefore Draco didn't like Potter.
Draco loved his father a lot, after Potter survived he had time to spend with his son and wife and Draco's childhood was full of toys, holidays and generally being spoilt. His mother and father often went on holiday without him, leaving him in the care of Nancy who helped him make things like his mug. His mother and father loved each other dearly, and he desperately wanted to find someone with whom he could have a relationship like they did.
Of course that changed when Harry Potter arrived in Hogwarts. That was when the rumours of Voldemort being back were cemented, and Quirrell was chosen to be his host. Lucius Malfoy became distant, as he worked trying to convince people that he hadn't denounced his Master, that he was undercover for when he returned. Of course Draco remained happy, he still had his mother and Nancy. He missed his father, but he understood that he was working. Then when he told his father that Harry Potter was in school Lucius told him to befriend him. Draco had lots of friends and hadn't had trouble making them before, so he introduced himself to Potter without realising that he'd already met Weasley. Draco had to tell his father that Potter wasn't his friend, Lucius was furious. It was the only time that he'd been shouted at by his father and he was terrified. They spoke in the fire of the Slytherin common room early in the morning, before anyone else was up. Lucius wasn't even there but Draco was so scared of the raging Lucius that he wet his pants and had to change.
From that day he vowed that he would never make his father angry again, but he constantly failed. Though Lucius never got as angry as that again, Draco thought that had something to do with his mother. Draco hated Potter because Potter made his father hate him. It was simple.
Draco rolled over onto his back and thought of his parents. The stress on Lucius' body from being hit by curses from not only the order or the ministry, but by Voldemort caused his body to fail him a few years after he was sent to Azkaban. His mother stopped eating after Lucius died and let her body fail her too. Draco hadn't forgiven her for leaving him with everything to sort out. He sacrificed a lot for his mother, he did as Voldemort told him to save her. As he grew older Draco realised his father had changed from the man he was when Draco was little. Draco had little love or respect for him, but he loved his mother dearly. Sometimes he felt very angry because of what he did for her, and she just gave up. She had a chance to live life without the threat of death hanging over her, but Draco supposed she'd always lived with that threat and couldn't deal with the freedom. Like people who are released from prison are suddenly agoraphobic.
Draco fell asleep into uneasy dreams that night.
A/N - if you can guess the movie references in this one I'll give you a preview of the next chapter! ;)