One evening during a lovely dinner party thrown by his mother, Montague mentioned his trip into a Vanishing Cabinet during Draco's fifth year. Montague had finally regained his memory after that little jaunt, and he had the worst grudge for the Weasley twins. No one else really liked the Weasleys, either. Most people looked upon them as a part of the hoi polloi, and not of the royal pureblood families.
Montague mentioned that he could sometimes hear people shopping in Borgin & Burkes, a dodgy shop in Knockturn Alley, but at other times could hear students at Hogwarts. He wondered aloud if the Vanishing Cabinet had a partner at Borgin & Burkes.
"The cabinet at school is broken. That's probably why Montague didn't just appear in the middle of Knockturn Alley. Maybe, if I could fix the one at Hogwarts, I could sneak the Death Eaters into Hogwarts...But how do you fix a Vanishing Cabinet? Who would know how to…" Draco was broken out of his reverie by his father raging into the room.
"NARCISSA BLACK MALFOY! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? HOW DARE YOU INVITE PEOPLE INTO OUR HOME WITHOUT PERMISSION!?" Draco could tell that his father had had a bit too much fire-whiskey with his friends, and Draco immediately stood up. He ushered the guests out into the drawing room, while his mother fled his father's wrath.
"My dear guests, I am sorry for the untimely interruption. Please do not worry for my mother; my father is merely indisposed to having guests without his knowledge. I beg your permission to take my leave." Draco could speak rather eloquently when he wished to speak so.
With these words, he slipped out of the room and down the hall, desperately hoping that his mother was alright. Something had been bothering her lately, bothering her so much that it made her break down into tears whenever she saw him.
"Lucius, I beg of you, stop before you reach the point of no return!" Draco frowned as he heard his mother's frantic tone. Where were they? He sprinted through the halls, attempting to follow his mother's tortured screams of "I LOVE YOU LUCIUS! STOP, PLEASE STOP!!" He spun around a corner and slipped, catching the corner of his robe on an ancient painting of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. His robe tore, and Draco swore rather loudly as he picked himself up.
"DRACO CYGNUS MALFOY!" 'Oh dear… Father must have heard me…" Draco trudged towards the sound of his father now, wondering what the punishment would be this time.
"Son, we are very disappointed in your choice of vocabulary. We do not pay for you to go to school at one of the finest wizarding institutions on the continent just so you can learn such words." His mother spoke calmly, as if Lucius had not been beating her a few moments before.
"Yes, mother. I'm sorry. I will be more careful from now on." Draco's eyes pleaded with his mother's, begging her to stop whatever Lucius had in mind. She stared blankly back at him, trying to make Draco see that she had no power over her husband.
"Son, come here." Lucius stood stoically across the room, the fireplace crackling alarmingly and casting an uncanny red glow on Lucius' shoulder length blond hair. Lucius grinned maniacally as Draco shuffled towards him, thousands of different tortures racing through his head. Draco's mind was preoccupied with shutting down the part that felt pain. He would never let his father see the pain it caused him every time Lucius drank too much.
A/N: The chapters will vary greatly in length because I am splitting up a chapterless document into chapters, of sorts. Please read and review. If you came here from Mirror, grazie.