A/N: HorcruxesandHallows, thanks for the tip! I noticed my mistake and I'm going to make a few changes ;) Here's the next chapter, hope you guys like it!
I landed with a soft thud on a marble floor. Which was weird, because I was kind of expecting myself to splatter all over the floor when my body hit it. Oh well. Must be an angel thing. I got up and dusted myself off. I stopped when my hand hit cloth. I thought I was naked. I looked down in relief to find myself clothed completely. I was glad to see that I had no wings (come on, that would be so girly), although I did not like the look of my outfit at all. My trousers were so baggy that it looked like a skirt, and my shirt is kind of weird looking. It kind of drapes across one shoulder and…
Oh my god. I'm wearing a dress. I'M WEARING A DRESS! I tear the dress off, but to no avail. A new one just appeared in its place, the tattered shreds of the first dress on the floor disappearing. Ugh. At least no one can see me like this. I went over to a mirror that stood nearby. To my dismay, I could not see my reflection. This is annoying. I heard some laughter coming from somewhere. Following the sounds, I led myself to a dining room. There, Aunt Bellatrix and Snape sat together, discussing something. I took care to not be seen. I was always forbidden in the dining room when there were other guests there. Heaven knows what would happen if I should get caught eavesdropping.
This place looks very familiar. I looked around. There were paintings of people lined up on the wall. Grandfather Abraxas stared down at me, his painted white eyes following my movements. I frowned. Grandfather Abraxas? I took in my surroundings.
I recognized this place immediately, although I haven't stepped foot in here for over two decades. I'm in the Malfoy Manor. Somewhere above I can hear screams echoing across the hallways. My eyes widened. Someone's in trouble!
"Snape! Aunt Bellatrix! Do something!" I yelled at them. They seemed not to hear me. I went up to them, waving my arms frantically about to get their attention. Why are they ignoring me? Someone's screaming in pain, and they're doing nothing about it! I moved a hand in front of me to slap Snape to get his attention. To my shock, my hand went through him. I was not expecting that. I gaped at it for a second before another scream jolted me out of my limbo. I glanced at them. They remained quiet for a moment and then resumed their conversation.
So they really can't see or hear me. Fine, I'll go see for myself what's going on.
I flew up the stairs and into another hallway. I frowned and listened for the next scream. It seemed to be coming from my parent's room. Oh god, it sounds like Mother. I can see Father pacing worriedly outside the room. I frowned again. If he's out there, then who's in there hurting Mother like that? I burst inside the room, not even needing to open the door. Literally, I just floated in. It's pretty cool.
Another scream ripped through the room, almost making my eardrums burst. I spun around. A man is kneeling in front of Mother on the bed. That bastard! What is he doing to Mother? And what is Father doing just standing outside doing nothing? Keeping guard? That coward! The man looks so frail and old, heck; a house elf could take him. And there are a whole bunch of women just standing there watching him! Why don't they stop him? What are they, his audience to the torture he must be inflicting on Mother? What kind of sick madness is this?
I angrily stormed towards the man, ready to throttle his neck and give him a piece of mind, when my eyes landed on the most horrible, excruciating, bloodcurdling sight before me.
OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD. WHAT KIND OF SICK PERSON WOULD DO THIS TO A PERSON? SHE'S BLEEDING! SOMEONE DO SOMETHING! SHE'S SPURTING BLOOD FROM A PLACE THAT NO ONE SHOULD BE BLEEDING FROM. WHAT THE- THE MAN'S PUTTING HIS HAND DOWN THERE! WHY IS HE DOING THAT? WHY IS HE DOING- OH MY GOD. HE'S PULLING SOMETHING OUT! SOMETHING IS COMING OUT OF MOTHER! OH MY GOD IT'S DISGUSTING! IT'S DISGUSTING! IT'S COVERED IN SLIME! WHAT IS THAT? WHAT IS THAT INFERNAL-
Oh.
A baby's cries filled the room, and Mother let out a huge sigh of relief as she dropped herself down onto the pillows piled up behind her, her forehead glistening with sweat. She pulled her hair out of her face and reached her arms out, panting heavily. "Is it okay?"
"Congratulations, Mrs. Malfoy. It's a healthy baby boy," said the man, Scurgifying the baby and handing it to Mother after wrapping it in a rather familiar looking green cotton blanket. She let out another sigh, cradling the baby in her arms as the women scurried about, cleaning everything, siphoning all the- I can't even bring myself to name what was on those sheets. Merlin's beard, that was gross!
I turned my eyes to see the baby laying in Mother's arms. He opened his eyes, hiccupping as Mother lent her index finger out, watching the baby wrap his tiny fingers around it and clutching it fiercely.
"Oh," she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. "He's so beautiful."
Well… That's something you don't see every day. Yourself being born. In excruciating graphic detail. I think I'm scarred for life- er, death.
"I'll go get Mr. Malfoy," said the man, backing out of the room. The door softly opened, and I saw Father come in, a huge smile on his face. Mother beamed back at him, rocking the baby as he began to cry.
"Is he-" he began. Mother nodded, sobbing happily as she leaned her head in to take in the baby. Father ran over to her, hugging and kissing her and the baby.
"Can I hold him?" asked Father softly. Mother nodded, bundling the baby up in the blankets and handing him to Father. He mimicked Mother, trying to rock the baby as his cries grew louder. Something stirred inside me. Somehow, I knew that the baby was hungry.
"He has your eyes," said Mother. Father smiled. "He has your hair," he replied, fingering the tuft of blonde hair sitting on top of the baby's head. I leaned down to whisper to Mother that the baby was hungry. She seemed to get my message and reached out for the baby again. Father carefully handed her the baby, watching her nurse him. I turned around, not wanting to scar myself any further by seeing my mother's… er… chest area.
"What should we name him?" asked Mother, glancing at Father for a second before gazing at the baby again, not able to bear her eyes leaving him for more than a second. Father thought for a moment before answering her.
"How about… Ludwig?" he suggested. My mother and I gaped at him in horror. "Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, do you want our child to think that we hate him?"
"Yeah!" I cried, horrified, momentarily forgetting that he was unable to hear me. "Do you think you want me to hate you? Really? Ludwig? Ludwig Malfoy? YOU ARE NUTS, MAN! YOU ARE-"
"Our child is special," Mother's calm voice came from behind me. "He deserves the very best. I'd give him the moon and the stars if I could," she said, staring lovingly at the baby as he gave out another hiccup, drifting off to sleep.
A moment lapsed in comfortable silence as both new parents stared at the tiny slumbering figure that lay in Mother's arms. My father tore his gaze away from the baby and stared out the window. Stars peeped out at him from above the dark clouds in the night sky, winking at him. Everything seemed so peaceful, despite the terror that was wreaking havoc amongst the Wizarding world. He sighed sadly to himself. He would have to continue to support the Dark Lord in order to protect his family. That was the only thing that was keeping his family and property safe from any attacks. I saw him rub his left forearm thoughtfully; glancing guiltily at Mother's arm where the Dark Mark stared back at him. He vowed to keep his son unmarked by the wretched half-blooded wizard. I could hear the promise to himself ring out silently, his eyes gleaming in the dimly lit room. I closed my eyes regretfully. If only he had managed to keep that promise…
"Then let's give him the stars," said Father, cutting off my thoughts. "Let's name him Draco."
Mother smiled at the name, nodding in agreement. "I love it," she replied happily. "Draco Lucius Malfoy," she said, placing a kiss on Draco's forehead. He sighed contently, lifting a frail fist and sucking on his thumb. I gently removed it from his mouth, slightly surprised as I found that I could touch him. "You don't want ugly teeth when you grow up," I whispered to the baby. He opened his eyes for a moment, his stormy grey eyes staring right at me. I was shocked. He could see me?
I waved an arm in front of his face slowly. He smiled up at me, his toothless mouth opening wide to let out another gurgle. I placed a kiss on his forehead, returning the smile. I took in his small body, his tiny pointed face, pale as the moon, although now it had blotchy red spots. He had long, thick pale eyelashes lining his eyes. Soft blonde eyebrows dusted his brow. They looked like an angel's wings, I mused, although I had none. A small tuft of white blonde hair sat on the top of his head.
What can I say? I was one heck of a cute baby.
I watched as my Father coaxed Mother to sleep as he took Draco in his arms, placing him in a cot by the bed. He slipped in beside Mother and drifted off to sleep as she dropped her head tiredly onto the pillow, exhausted.
I floated over the baby as he lay awake in the cot. He stared at me, his eyes following me wherever I went. I eyed the silver rattle that lay beside him, shaking my head. That thing could put someone's eye out. I looked at the miniature floating stars and broomsticks that slowly rotated around the bed, emitting soft music. Draco giggled happily as I handed him a stuffed owl, although he was too weak to lift it. He clutched at the fur and I gently nudged it closer to him. He pulled it closer and latched onto the ear, sucking on it happily. I was starting to get a bit annoyed. This baby liked putting everything in his mouth. I pulled the ear out of his mouth, only to have him pull it closer and shove it back in, giving out a small coo of protest.
Aww. He's so cute. Fine. I'll let you win just this once. Giving up, I let him suck on the stupid owl's ear and watched him finally drift off to sleep.
He was already showing telltale signs of my manipulative self. That sneaky little-
Oh wait, that's me.
A/N: Well, that's just the beginning of Draco's life. What do you think? Please leave me a review! :) just a simple push of the button below and a few words gives me a lot of encouragement to post up the next chapter quicker ;) constructive criticism is appreciated.