Chapter two
Twenty two years later
The morning light kissed and flirted with the large dark bedroom enough to cause the resident of the bedroom to stir slightly.
A flurry of blonde hair appeared for a second before disappearing beneath the covers once more, with a renewed determination the light streamed through the curtains and spot lit the bed causing the blonde haired man to groan before pushing the covers back and allow his grey eyes adjust to the light.
Glowering Draco slipped from his bed hissing as his bare feet touched the floor, recoiling at the coldness of the ground. Dragging a timid toe across the floor he found his slippers and pushed his feet into them after the third time before padding across the room to the door and walking out into the hallway.
Pausing in his path to the stairs Draco allowed himself to peer around the corner of a door to see a brightly painted room housing a small boy buried beneath his Gryffindor covers his electric blue hair poking out at the top.
Smiling to himself Draco couldn't help but muse over the five year old boy who had become an orphan because of some dark and deranged wizard. Blinking back the hurtful tears Draco turned and walked away from his godson's room.
Teddy Lupin was the last living reminder of Remus and Tonks Lupin both good friends of Draco.
From an early age Draco knew the life he was meant to live… his father was the great Lucis Malfoy who not so greatly fell along with Voldermort during the second war when Harry Potter made Voldermort only a ghost of his former self, his mother fled from Lucis that night taking Draco along with her and saved her cousin Sirius Black from being placed in Azkaban along with her former husband.
Draco was saved from a life of dark magic and death eaters, Sirius along with Narcissia, Draco, Remus and Harry soon transformed the house of black into a welcoming home where Draco, Harry and their friend Ron spent many summers.
Draco managed to reach the kitchen with a new smile playing across his lips as he thought over his years spent in Hogwarts and apart of the golden trio… or in Snape's opinion the terrible trio.
Draco and Harry were the worst by Snape's opinion as they encased both James and Sirius's worst qualities. Harry was stubborn and adventurous like his father while Draco was a charmer and prankster just like Sirius.
Despite that however Snape was still Draco's godfather and he did give him some leeway as well as Harry and Ron, but not much when it came to teasing the Slytherin's.
Draco laughed to himself as he busied himself around the black's kitchen. As a Gryffindor Draco was never one to shy away from teasing a Slythern much to his mother's dislike as she was a former Slythern.
Draco was more apt to remembering the good times spent at Hogwarts rather then the sadder times as he thought of all the lives lost because of Voldermort. The worst memory was his third year when his father escaped from Azkaban and stalked both him and Harry with such cruelty that Draco felt sick at ever thinking he came from that man.
It was such heart breaking deciding that Draco finally lured Lucis out into the open and allowed the dementors to give him the kiss.
The closet thing to a father Draco ever had was Sirius and he lost him and Dumbledore before the war. Remus, Snape, Tonks and Fred Weasley died heroically during the war against Voldermort and all were missed greatly by Draco.
Draco gripped the counter tightly when the wave of emotions washed over him, he couldn't hold the tears back and scolded himself for thinking about the past, it held too many bad memories and heart wrenching faces that could never be brought back.
But suddenly and with a gentle brush against his mind a soft voice reminded him of so many good things that had happened since the war. Draco couldn't fight the voice, it had been apart of him since before he could remember, it was gentle and musical always reassuring him and making him see the better part of life… or as he found during those breaking months after Sirius's death it was comforting always leading him to sleep or following him once he woke.
He had always imagined the voice belong to a princess… one he had dreamt of since he was a child, she was beautiful with golden brown hair that ran in rives of ringlets down her back, her face aglow with some inner flame and her eyes though gentle were also passionate and cruel.
For years he thought of her as nothing more then just some imaginary being he had dreamt up but later he discovered that in some way he had fallen in love with her.
Hearing a hitch Draco spun round expecting to see Teddy rubbing his eyes while his hair changed colour to fit his waking mood. But there was no one, just him alone in the kitchen thinking of a princess who he had fallen in love with but only existing in his dreams.
"I wish you were real" Draco whispered before he set about making breakfast for his five year old godson and himself.
In the darkness of shadows still lingering a hunched figure shuffled against the growing light, dark and glistening eyes flashed towards the house of black and long and dirty fingers curled into a ball.
"soon Draco… soon my dear nephew" Bellatrix Lestrange hissed her blacken teeth digging deeply into her purple lips. Her wounds had drained her during the first few months after the battle but the cruse that the blasted Weasley mother had sent her way was her undoing.
Bellatrix was cursed to watch as Voldermort fall… she was cursed to waste away slowly, but where most wizards would rather face death then a slowly agnishing death Bellatrix lost all sanity and enjoyed the pain and discomfort it meant she could have her revenge.
At first she was going to destroy the Weasley girl, by killing her first child once she and Potter married but with fear and for the first time in many years she sensed with sanity that her time would run out long before that ever happened.
So her next target was in the form of her sister and her son, the pair was too powerful for her to dare take on her own but Draco had a weakness that Bellatrix would exploit and Narcissia had foolishly given her the way to do so.
Bellatrix though mad was powerful and in her warped mind she had tortured her sister to discover anything that could bring down the Order but all she could discover before Sirius, Remus and Dumbledore rescued her was a place where Narcissia once thought Draco might be safe.
A place that Bellatrix memorised… and a king she now knew how to call, it was just a matter of such a short time.
"Soon" Bellatrix hissed again feeling her power deplete once more and she curled back into the shadows.
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