Summary: Post Dumbledore's Death/Half-Blood Prince
Draco Malfoy's POV. Attending last year of Hogwarts where circumstances have changed a lot. Severus Snape is the headmaster and Carrow twins have taken the charge of school. How Draco finds himself and his rightful place?
Mature Content, Explicit Language, Torture & Deaths
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Chapter 1: September 01
Malfoy Manor crest was shining bright in the rising sun. Though, the future of magical world was still in hanging by a thin thread of hope. Last night, that thread was broken.
"Severus, my friend". She was begging and wailing. Everyone laughed and green light strikes against the body. Charity Burbage was dead.
"Nagini, dinner". The snake slowly slithered against the table and swallowed the dead along with the last shred of innocence of the boy who had no choice except watching.
Draco did not sleep for the night. His right hand was throbbing because of the mark of death. Did he ever revel in the moment when he got brandished?
Never. It was not a trophy for him but a mark. A mark of slave. A mark of criminal. A mark of Death eater.
He was a boy once who had everything and now he was a murderer who had nothing except time.
"Draco"? "Draco, it is time." Narcissa squeaked while knocking at his bedroom.
"Draco, we require to reach the station".
Today was September 1. It was the start of his 7th and the final year at Hogwarts. His school whom he always loved. For 6 years, that school was everything for him.
6 years. He was happy little child who wanted to just board the train as soon as possible. He was excited like a little fur ball and running around Narcissa and Lucius like a pup.
"Mother, I do not think I can board the train". He felt a lump in his throat.
"Mother, I am a murderer and a death-eater. I am not a simple student. I cannot board the school train."
"Draco, dear… can I come inside"? Narcissa requested.
No voice came from inside so she sat on the doorway and tried to communicate with her child from the other side.
"Draco, my baby. Do you desire this world like it is right now"?
"I do not know. I never knew. I was guided by the knowledge father gave me and the love you bestowed upon me".
"I still love you. Can you please answer me? Do you like the world right now"?
"How does that matter? My professor was tortured, killed and eaten in front of my eyes. Should I be happy that she died"?
He swallowed his tears inside and tasted salt.
"Draco, do you know why we are Slytherins?"
"Because, we are superiors and should rule the weeks".
"No. This is not the reason why we are Slytherins. Salazar was anything but a bully. He had his reason to advocate the pure-blood theory but he was no hater".
"Salazar Slytherin signifies the boldness of those who know their rightful place in this world. Nobody can break the confidence of a real Slytherin. He was a rising sun but he casted a long shadow."
"Mother, are you saying I am superior? I nearly killed Dumbledore and let in those bastard werewolves in my school".
"No. I am saying you have to find the rightful place. It should be you who needs to decide how to take the rein back."
"Change the circumstances around you."
"Mother, I need you to leave me alone. I need you to leave me alone because you do not know a thing or two about my circumstances."
He stood up and rubbed his face to erase every trace of tears. He gave a disappointing look at the doorway. He opened the door as he thought mother might be still there sitting and sobbing.
But, no one was there. He slammed the door and kicked the study table so hard, he groaned.
Salazar signifies boldness. Find your rightful place. Take the reins back.
He looked in the mirror. He loathed himself. He opened his shirt and stood half-naked in front of the ivory-clad mirror. His skin was radiating but the silver of his hair was no more there. His eyes are red and grey with a slightest of darkness inside. Maybe with more killings, his eyes could turn black. Maybe, more murders of muggle people. Maybe more crimes.
More.
More.
More.
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The clock strikes 11 at the King's Cross station. Hogwarts train opened its numerous gates to let the students board the train.
Draco was standing with his mother, scanning every face to find familiar faces. His eyes found Luna Lovegood who was standing with her father. She smiled and waved at him.
He did not make any kind of movement but his heart ached. Was this a mad girl? Why she was waving at him? Did she not know he was a marked death-eater? He felt a bad taste in his throat. He was about to vomit.
Narcissa took his hands in hers and squeezed. She hugged him but he could not lift his hands to hug his mother. He scowled and broke himself free.
She looked in his eyes and whispered. "Find your rightful place".
Change your circumstances.
He went inside. This year was not the same. Not a single giggle or smile or violent outburst of laughs. Not from Slytherins even.
He opened one of the compartment gates and found Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and Pancy sitting inside. He settled himself inside and sat beside Nott.
"Hey mate, you look sick. Are you fine"? Theo asked him without any tone of sarcasm.
"Draco, were you crying?" Pancy shrieked. She was with him for a year as his girlfriend and she knew Draco Malfoy never cried.
"Can I sit here without having any need to answer your every damn question"?, Draco dangerously looked at Pansy and Theo.
Blaise crossed his leg and looked at Draco. He smiled curtly.
"Draco Malfoy, the heir of Dark-Lord. Aren't you?"
Draco stood up with wand in his hand without pointing towards Blaise. His face was reddened. Blaise was still looking at him but without smile.
He stood up too and put his hand on Draco's wand.
"Are you gonna hex me, Draco? Or you are going to test the same green strike you encountered last night at the dinner table?"
Draco erased the distance and stood nose-to-nose with Zabini. He hissed at him like the snake he was.
"Keep your mouth shut, Zabini."
Suddenly, the compartment gate flung open. 5 heads turned towards the gate. Luna Lovegood was standing there.
Wavy silver locks and dreamy eyes. She was standing and ready to enter the compartment.
"I want to sit here. I can see space. Can you both mind me sitting here?"
What the hell is going on? Everyone was gawking at Luna. She came inside and shut the compartment gate.
"Why are you here, Luna?"
"You are not supposed to be here. Get out"
Change your circumstances.
"Let her sit here. It is a train. People can sit anywhere they wish". Draco commanded and gave a concern look at Luna who was trying to look outside of window.
Train started to roll with a slow speed.
Everyone was trying to keep their thoughts inside until Luna made a weird sound. Psss Psss Psss….
"What are you doing"? Pansy snapped.
"Nothing, there was a nargle flying around. They are irritating beings." Luna said in a dreamy voice.
"Why you are sitting here with Slytherins"? Pansy smirked. Theo was looking right out of the window with clenched jaw as if he was going to blast the compartment.
"I am same like you. Hogwarts's houses are dissolved and everyone is Slytherin now." Luna spoke while waving her hands in air.
Draco remembered something. Severus Snape, the new headmaster of Hogwarts dissolved all the houses except Slytherins on the order of Voldemort.
"Are Pottar, Weasley, and Granger coming back for the year"? He asked without looking at anyone.
"I do not know. We do not write to each-other." She simply stated back.
Ofcourse, they were not coming back. They would be dead if they dare to put their foot inside the castle. Too much risk. Too much threat. Too much fear.
She suddenly jumped and stood. Her dress robes were all black if not blue as Ravenclaw should be.
"My name is Luna Lovegood. I know Draco and Theo. Can I ask you guys your names? Isn't it terrifying if we sit here for whole journey and not knowing each-other?"
What is she blabbering? Is she out of her nerves? How does she know Theo?
"Blaise Zabini"
"Pancy Parkinson"
"What classes are you guys going to take this year?"
Draco shut his eyes. Classes. Astronomy tower. Muggle Studies. Charity Burbage. Dumbledore.
Change your circumstances.
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Author Note: Was trying to weave story around post-Dumbledore demise. Always wanted to see Draco taking the charge of school by doing certain right things. Afterall, Hogwarts is his school. Not focusing a lot on Hermoine and Draco for now, but trust me it will come around sooner or later.
This is my first time writing anything like this. I hope you guys will review and enjoy as well. I promise to give better and improved content. I am loving it.
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