Disclaimer: Now we have Harry Potter from You know where!
Harry: uhmmm… why am I in Draco's story?
Me: Do the disclaimer please.
Harry: She owns nothing… now how many ways are you going to ruin Draco's life.
Me: As many ways, as I can. Muhahahahahaha!
Harry: 0.0
"Persephone! Persephone!" yelled Draco.
He had walked about five blocks from his house looking for her.
'It was all his fault' he kept telling himself.
For two more hours, he searched until he decided to head home. The sun was beginning to set with its vibrant orange and purple sky lurking. Draco swears that he must have had the longest day of his life.
____________Flashback__________________________________________________
Draco could not believe what his eyes saw, not only was his boy was gone. Narcissa, his mother, was there on the floor lying unconscious. The entire apartment look liked a bomb went off; papers were scattered everywhere, furniture turned over.
Draco went in and flipped one of the couches over to the right position. He then set his unconscious mother on the couch. 'Why me? Why do these things happen to me?' he wept, he wept until he heard the door open.
Persephone had awoken, hate started to burn inside him. 'It was her… s-she did this… she's the reason I'M in this mess.'
"Wha- What happened?" she asked.
"ARGH!" Draco yelled. He grabbed the closest thing next to him, a lamp. Terror fell on Persephone face as she was dodging all the things Draco was throwing at her.
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
"IT'S YOUR ENTIRE FAULT! YOU'RE FAULT! YOU DID THIS TO ME AND MY FAMILY!" "OUT! GET OUT NOW! YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN HERE!"
With tears in her eyes, Persephone left.
_____________End of Flashback____________________________________________
Draco knew he shouldn't have yelled but apart of him felt Persephone was responsible. Thanks to his rash decision, he had no way of knowing what happened, except when his mother woke up.
"Rang… Rang" He grabbed the phone; it was the hospital.
"Hello" he answered.
"Is this Mr. Draco Malfoy?" asked the male.
"Yes?" he answered.
"Your mother is awake."
"I'll be there" he finished. With a crack he disappearated.
Draco arrived in front of a clothing store with a pop. He opened the door and instead of a store, it was a waiting room with wizards of all sorts of ailments. One had a teacup for a head, and Draco even saw a man with a monkey trapped in his bottom, which to Draco he knew that the poor guy must have really pissed someone off.
Draco headed to the front desk and asked the blond receptionist what room his mom was located. "213" she said while popping her chewing gum. "Thanks" he said annoyed. He arrived at a door "213"; he took a deep breath and went in.
"Draco give mummy a hug" Narcissa said as she raised her arm and smiled. Draco hugged her tightly.
"Mum are you ok?" he asked with a look of concern.
"No, I have a spell on me and I need you help or we won't get my grandson back!"
Draco tensed, "Mum what happened?"
"A god name of- ." Her mouth muffled, frustrated she screamed.
"Mum, calm down!" he said reassuringly as he grabbed her hand out of comfort.
"Ever study your Greek mythology?" she asked seriously.
Draco could not tell if she was joking or not, but by the expression of her face he would have to take her seriously for now.
"Not really…. Do you think it has something to do with us wizards?"
"Of course, where do you think our magic comes from?"
"I don't know… ourselves I had guessed," he said with a puzzled expression.
"Give me some parchment…. There's an old riddle about this thing that you're looking for."
Draco called for a nurse, and as soon as the nurse showed up with parchment and quill; Narcissa begin writing.
Moments later she was done. "Here this ought to help, now get out of here before your father finds you here, he's pissed that you lost your only child"
"YOU TOLD HIM?" Draco yelled.
"Of course, now go and find my grandson"
Draco paced up and down the living room of his apartment, the place was still a mess but he knew he would clean it up later…. For now though…. He needed to solve this riddle.
When you in the deep six.
You will see the three heads.
The living and the dead
Is like oil and water.
Only one rules over them,
who is dark.
Only one rules beside,
Who is Light.
Dark hate the brightness and beauty,
Light hate darkness and ugliness,
Together they cannot breed.
"What the hell is this all suppose to mean?" said a very frustrated Draco.
Harry: Next time, How is Draco suppose to solve the riddle? Where did Persephone go?
Me: you'll see…
Harry: Are you going to put Draco's Head in a blender?
Me: 0.0 I though I was evil….