The day I got my letter to Hogwarts, I could hardly contain my excitement. "Mum, Dad! I got my letter!" I said running down the cold stone stairs of the Malfoy mansion. My voice echoed through the empty halls, my heart sank. My parents were gone, again. One of our house elves, Dobby was busy sweeping out the room I was never allowed to see. "Dobby, where is everyone?"
Dobby spoke in is annoying little voice, that filthy elf. "Master Draco, they went out last night and never returned. I believe it was on business." He whispered the last part. Even in the houses of the Death Eaters even his name, our lord's name could never be said aloud. "Where's my breakfast, Dobby?" I sneered, "Have you made it yet?" "No, sire. I will get to it right away." As he scampered to the kitchen I could hear him muttering to himself. Oh, Dobby how could you be so stupid forgetting master's breakfast. Now where is that rolling pin? Oh, there it is. He started to beat himself with it. I went to the kitchen for the second time I had ever lived here. Why should a Malfoy have to cook for himself? I grabbed the rolling pin. "Here, let me help you with that." I began to kick and hit him with the heavy piece of wood. Bruises and cuts appeared all over his body, like I cared. He was below me. I don't care for trash like that. I hated them all. Mudbloods, elves, non-Slytherins. (I had not yet met Hermione Granger at this point) I heard shoes clicking on the hard floor, and I turned around. There stood my mother and father with grim looks on their faces. "What is it mother, father?"
"Draco, why don't you go upstairs for a bit, and leave us to talk about some matters alone", Narcissa said coldly.
"Mother, I just got my letter for Hogwarts, I can handle this".
"No, you can't", Lucius said, "The letter means nothing to me, now go upstairs before I make you". He pulled out wand and pointed it straight at Draco. So, I went upstairs before my father could practice his hexes on me, like he usually did. I laid down on my bed and looked around my room. Green, with slver accents all around. I knew I could never face my parent, but I secretly wanted to be a Gryiffindor. They were so brave, they could go anywhere in life. Slytherins were expected to be Death Eaters or use their power for evil. I stayed up there for a bit before creeping back downstairs. My parents were in the secret room I was never allowed to see. They must have been really worried about the subject that was to be discussed because they had forgotten to put a silencing charm on the door. I was able to make out small snippets of their conversation.
"He can't know…boy who lived…letter…don't fret…but the prophecy said…I know what it said….Professor Quirrell…the stone". "Lucius, I believe we have a visitor". I was about to turn around and run when the door opened in my face and I was brought inside the room I would never forget.
"Stupid boy, didn't I tell you to stay upstairs? Well now you're here we might as well tell you". I looked around the room. Round, with a silver carpet on the floor. The ceilings were incredibly high, with a silver snake running off of it and dropping down to mid-height of the room. I followed its gaze to a blue bowl suspended in mid-air with a glass ball hanging two inches off that. (I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but what have I got to lose?). As I approached the ball, I was abruptly pushed away by my father, breaking my line of vision as I fell to the floor.
"Dad, what is this place?"
"This my son, has been in the family for generations. This is the Great One. The best prophecy in the world ask it anything and it will reply".
"So, what were you talking about before, the boy who lived, isn't that Harry Potter, the sad little boy?"
"Yes, Draco, he has just left a little island with Hagrid, the gamekeeper for his trip to Diagon Alley".
"But father, does that mean-".
"Yes," Lucius said grimly, "Harry Potter is going to Hogwarts".
Chapter 2 coming soon!