Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me but to the wonderfully and talented J.K.R.
Prologue- A Shocking Discovery
Redone on 3-11-05
The silver-blond haired youth groaned softly as his gray eyes fluttered slowly open, each feeling as if they'd been glued shut. His head pounded as if a herd of hippogriffs were trampling on it and his body ached just as much. Blearily, he surveyed the scene spread out on the ground below him. Wait…below him?
A cluster of several wizards and witches were gathered around a wizard in blood red robes, wands pointed at him threateningly as a ministry member handcuffed him and began to read him his rights.
Farther left of that was another small cluster, this group all wearing white robes of the healers from St. Mungo's. A small, bawling brown haired boy was sitting in the middle of them, screaming for his mother while the healers attempted to make sure he was all right.
Passerby stood silently off to one side, many faces grave and solemn and others crying softly, only staying in place by the officers. The boy sneered when he recognized Arthur Weasley as one of the ministry officials in a small group next to a still moving figure. 'Fancy that,' he smirked. 'A Weasley is actually being some use to the ministry. Never thought I'd live to see the day.'
His train of thought was shattered a split-second later as he saw the body spread on the ground, eyes still staring wide open and mouth in a yell. "But that's me," he whispered, slowly sinking to the earth to get a better look at the body.
It was the body of a sixteen year old boy, just about to enter his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The soft blond hair lay askew across his fair face, blowing softly in the wind that had started to pick up. Piercing silver eyes stared straight ahead, forever to never move again, the last moment of surprise forever imprinted on his face.
Two ministry officials made their way over to the dead boy, both wearing sad expressions of deep sorrow, their eyes downcast as they knelt next to him.
"Is he really... dead?" questioned a curly haired witch from the ministry, placing her hand on the boy's neck to look for a pulse that wasn't there.
The other bowed his head and draped a blanket over him. "Yes. His name was Draco Malfoy. He was just sixteen too," he sighed. "Such a short life."
"And the little boy?" the witch asked worriedly, straightening up from Draco's body.
"Scott Thompson," the wizard said tiredly, rubbing his forehead to ward off a coming headache. " Eight years old. He's alright except for some minor injuries."
Gruffly, the ministry wizard said, "Let's get the Malfoy out of here." Levitating the body, they apparate away a second later.
"WAIT!" Draco, who'd gotten both feet to walk on the ground, stalked up to two other ministry members, one of which was Arthur Weasley. "I'm right here! Hello?"
The two continued to talk as though they had not heard him.
Frustrated, Draco pulled out his wand. "STUPEFY!" he yelled, aiming his wand at Arthur. But the bright beam went straight through the red haired man and neither moved in the slightest.
"What's going on?" Draco asked to himself softly. "I'm here…but I'm not there. And I can see them, but they can't see me. If I'm a ghost I should be visible…but if I'm not…then what am? And what happened?"
3/10/05- I'm revamping the beginning chapters. Truth tell, they suck rather horribly and since I plan on continuing the series I can't work with such horrible entrees previously. So, prepare yourselves for some re-editing.
Do any of you recognize this theme? If you said Yu Yu Hakusho, you win a cookie! But if you think it's going to be JUST LIKE YYH you're totally mistaken! Draco's Spirit is one of a kind!
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BTW, I think I'll let you all know this is my first HP fic... hehe!
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