Disclaimer: I promise I don't own any of J.K Rowling's creations! I only own the plot, and the things I am doing to poor Draco! -evil laughter- Sorry guys.
IMPORTANT INFORMATION: This is a re-post! Phyxe left me a review with some lovely suggestions to make this chapter better, so I decided to re-work this! There are only some minor changes, most of which won't have a major effect on the plot, but it is changed nevertheless. Also I've decided to change this to their 7th year at Hogwarts. The main reason for this is that the 6th book is coming out soon, and I am pretty sure I won't be able to write this story, and post it here, on in just over a month. Not to mention edit it. And besides, the plot for their 6th year wouldn't be as exciting as their 7th year would be, I feel. So yeah, it's their 7th year now. :-)
Warning: This story will contain slash (none in this chapter, but then it is only the first chapter :D). This means guys/guys. If you hate guys/guys, don't read it! I use stupid flames (only stupid flames darlings) to toast toast with. Well, I can hardly toast toast, so I will toast bread. :-) Also in this chapter, there will be character death. Yes, I know, a bit early in the story, but it had to be done. :-)
Not A Malfoy Anymore
~Chapter One: Fight and Flight~
Draco was walking through a cold and eerie corridor. If it was not for the torches lit with fire scattered along the walls, the hall would have been pitch black. It reminded Draco of the dungeons at Hogwarts.
Another set of footsteps echoed around the corridor, bouncing off the stone walls and concrete floor. A familiar figure strode up to Draco, and both stopped, facing each other. Harry Potter was standing there, sneering at Draco, when Harry quickly took a step forward.
"I think I know the wrong sort for myself thanks," Harry said icily, his emerald eyes reflecting his cold mood. The fire in a torch on the wall opposite Draco flickered.
Harry suddenly advanced threateningly on Draco, which caused him to back against the hard wall. And then – Harry had changed into Draco's father, Lucius. Lucius' eyes were not much different to Harry's; they were an empty grey.
Lucius grabbed Draco's shoulders and shook him so roughly that his vision was blurred. After a few moments he held Draco still, but Lucius left his strong pincer-like grip on the teenager's shoulders.
"You're a disgrace to the name Malfoy! You are so pathetic, and haven't done one thing for me to be proud of! You should try living up to the Slytherin and Malfoy standards for once!" Lucius shouted, spit flying everywhere.
Lucius drew his hand back, and stood poised to slap Draco's face. Draco flinched, and Lucius' eyes quickly flamed with anger.
"Malfoys – are – not – weak!" he thundered callously, hitting Draco's cheeks hard with every word. "When you become a Death Eater, you will be strong!"
Lucius flung Draco sideways, and he felt himself falling…. falling….
Draco awoke, sweating and shaking. His blankets were in a heap on the floor, so Draco hauled them up onto his bed. Still shivering almost feverishly, he brought the covers up to his neck and thought back to the dream he had just had.
He'd had dreams about his father telling him that he was to become a Death Eater before (which wasn't a surprise, since Lucius lectured Draco about it whenever he got the chance), but never before had Harry been in his dreams. Not unless, of course, it included Draco fighting and bickering with Harry. No, in Draco's dream, Harry had repeated what he had said to Draco on their first train ride to Hogwarts. Why the phrase had suddenly come back to Draco after all this time, was a mystery to him. Another factor was that it had been such a vivid dream.
"Excuse me Master Malfoy, mistress would like to meet with you at half past nine this morning," said a house elf with a squeaky high-pitched voice, interrupting his musings. Slightly startled, Draco nodded slowly while wondering what in the name of Merlin his mother could want with him. It was very unusual for his mother to come out of her study, let alone request his presence. There must be something wrong.
Half an hour later, Draco walked into the lounge dressed, fully awake and worried. He was greeted with the sight of his mother pale and agitated, sitting on the edge of an expensive leather covered armchair. She had a newspaper lying on her lap. When she noticed Draco, Narcissa beckoned for him to come to her, which he did. Her hands were shaking as she passed The Daily Prophet to him.
As soon as Draco saw the pictures on the front cover, he knew why his mother wasn't her usual calm, collected self. Spread out across the page, were eleven pictures with names under each one. The headline, which these pictures were displayed beneath, read "Death Eaters Breakout of Azkaban, surely to rejoin their Master." However, the middle portrait caught Draco's eye.
Leaning lazily against the frame of the picture, with his long blonde hair perfectly swept, was Lucius Malfoy. He was leering up at them, with a look that made Draco's heart sink right through the floor. Draco looked up at his mother in half-shock.
"Does this mean –"
"- that your father is going to come back here and try to take us somewhere?" finished Narcissa, biting her elegant bottom lip. "Yes, that is what I suspect he will do. And –" she gave a tired sigh. "And – your father will probably want you to become a Death Eater."
"But I don't want to be a Death Eater," Draco replied quickly, feeling his insides turn to ice, and his face drain of all colour.
"I know Draco, I know. I'm not going to make you become one. That's why I'm going to ask you to do something," Narcissa explained, now looking nervous but determined.
"What mother?" asked Draco, searching her eyes; what was going on?
Narcissa let out a long breath.
"I want you to pack all of your things into your Hogwarts trunk. I'll shrink it for you, so it will fit in your pocket. Then I'll set you up a portkey, to send you close to London. I would transport you straight there, but its too risky. Go to London, stay at the Leaky Cauldron, you'll be safe there."
At Narcissa's words, there met a silence so complete, Draco felt quite uncomfortable.
"But – but mother, what about you? I'm not just going to leave you here to face father!" Draco stuttered with an edge of panic to his voice. He couldn't! There was no knowing what Lucius might do to her. Obviously the same thought was running through his mothers mind because she quickly spoke.
"Don't worry about me, okay? I'll be fine. I just don't want to make you do something you don't want to do." Draco must have continued to look doubtful, because she added, "Please do this, for me?"
"If you're sure," Draco agreed reluctantly. Narcissa stood up and kissed Draco on the forehead.
"Good boy, now go upstairs quickly and pack."
Draco hurried up to his room and began throwing things pell-mell into his trunk. In went his elegant quills, and his rolls of parchment. He tossed in all of his clothes, but carefully laid in his prized possession, his broom. Everything he owned was packed into his trunk. Draco had a feeling he wouldn't be returning to the Manor for a while.
After doing a quick search for any forgotten text books, Draco grabbed his wand and took hold of one handle of his trunk. He dragged it out of his room and down the stairs as fast as he could.
He met his mother in the Entrance Hall of the Manor. Narcissa rushed over to him and quickly muttered a charm, her wand directed at Draco's trunk. Draco watched as his trunk full of objects shrunk to the size of a cat, and kept shrinking, until finally it resembled the size of a match box. As Draco slipped his minute trunk and wand into his pocket, Narcissa explained.
"As soon as you open your trunk the spell will be lifted and your trunk will grow back to full size. Now Draco, here's your portkey." She indicated an aluminium can that was lying up against the wall left of Draco. "It will take you to Surrey. And don't worry," she assured Draco. "Surrey's not far from London."
Draco nodded, unable to speak. Narcissa looked sadly at Draco before kissing him on both cheeks, then drawing him into a hug.
"Oh Draco, I'll miss you so much. I'm terribly sorry to make you go, I just want you to get away from your father, and, oh…" a choked sob stopped Narcissa's desperate mumbles.
"Its okay mother, I'll be fine," Draco told her as she dabbed at her cheeks with her white handkerchief.
Both were distracted, however, at the sound of the front door opening. Draco watched, horrified, while eleven figures all wearing masks and dressed in black entered. The person who had entered first ripped off his mask, and Draco barely kept in a gasp.
His father, Lucius Malfoy, was standing there, with a wide smirk on his pointed face.
"Good morning," drawled Lucius. Draco's insides froze as his father crossed the Entrance Hall to stand in front of him and Narcissa. Narcissa's handkerchief had vanished in less than a split second. Lucius' cronies had all settled in the middle of the hall, which meant to get his portkey, Draco would have to push his way through them all. What on earth was he going to do?
Draco gave his mother a quick sideways glance, and he could tell that she was doing some fast thinking. Narcissa stepped up to Lucius hurriedly and hesitantly embraced him.
"It's wonderful to have you back darling," she murmured, letting go of Draco's father after a few seconds.
"Yes… yes," Lucius said softly, turning to look at Draco. His expression held a sort of hunger in it, and it made Draco feel unnerved.
"So Draco. Are you ready for the great news I'm about to tell you?"
Draco swallowed in reply to his father's question. The other Death Eaters muttered to each other before turning back to Draco.
"Draco, very shortly I will be taking you to the Dark Lord, and you will get the Dark Mark. You will be a Death Eater at last." Lucius announced this as though expecting Draco to cheer triumphantly, or at least thank him. On the contrary, Draco felt ready to die.
"Well?" snapped Draco's father. "Show some respect boy!" Draco forced a smile on his face.
"That's…. great father. It's just that I don't think I'm ready to – to become a Death Eater," Draco said relatively calmly.
"Nonsense, you'll be fine. It's just nerves," boomed Lucius.
"But dear, Draco's not even of age," added Narcissa, with a brief look at Draco. Lucius waved his hand dismissively.
"You don't have to be of age to receive the Dark Mark."
"But father, I don't feel –"
"Who's in charge here?" Lucius interrupted in a deathly tone. His eyes had narrowed dangerously. "If I say you are coming with me to meet the Dark Lord, you will do what I say."
Draco's temper, which had been bubbling close to the surface, finally overflowed.
"You don't get it do you!" Draco shouted at his father. With a flicker of satisfaction, Draco saw that Lucius looked taken aback, but only for a moment.
"What do you mean boy?" he replied coolly.
"I – Don't – Want – To – Be – A – Death – Eater!" bellowed Draco.
A few gasps came from the gang of Death Eaters, and mutters broke out, but Draco didn't care. Lucius took a step towards Draco.
"You will do what I say," he repeated in a very menacing whisper.
"I won't," Draco refused, his fear of his father luckily not showing in his voice.
Lucius growled, and Draco heard his mother draw a sharp breath. Out of nowhere Lucius' fist came flying for Draco's face, and Draco, caught by surprise, didn't have time to throw out his hands as he fell to the hard floor. Something cold trickled down Draco's face, and when some of the liquid came into contact with his lips, he knew it was blood.
Narcissa was screaming, Lucius' fellow Death Eaters were jeering, and Lucius himself stepped over to where Draco lay and started kicking his body.
Pain shot through Draco's body, but Lucius did not cease the kicks. One particularly hard kick struck Draco in his stomach. His breath was coming in searing gasps. Draco finally managed to push himself into a sitting position, but was lifted by the scruff of his neck to his feet by his father. He could barely stand for dizziness, and when Lucius' fist came towards him again, Narcissa ran forwards.
"No, don't! Stop, stop!" she cried hysterically, taking hold of her husbands arm. But Lucius merely swung her off and pointed his wand to Narcissa.
"Stay out of the way," he warned her, as Narcissa cowered against the wall.
With a grim expression on his face, Lucius turned back to Draco. He grabbed Draco by the shirt and held him up so that their noses were nearly touching. Draco struggled, trying to free himself, but Lucius just held on tighter.
"You'll soon wish you never defied me," he spat softly. Lucius threw Draco from him, and Draco hit the wall opposite his father. He slid down the cold stone; feeling like his ankle had broken as he hit the ground.
Draco looked up at his father with a feeling of extreme bitterness, and saw that Lucius had his wand aiming at him. There was a slight noise to his right, and his mother stepped in front of him, blocking Lucius' line of attack.
"Get out of the way you stupid women," Draco heard his father say.
"I can't let you hurt our son," Narcissa replied in a shaking voice.
"Step aside!" Lucius commanded.
"No!" cried Draco's mother shrilly.
"You leave me no choice then," Lucius said firmly. "Avada Kedavra!"
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. There was a flash of green light, and Draco's mother twisted around horribly, her hair spinning wildly behind her. Draco wasn't aware of anything apart from Narcissa; her graceful body took an eternity to fall.
Draco was on his feet and shouting, although he couldn't remember standing up. He didn't even know what he was saying. Draco couldn't feel; he couldn't feel anything except disbelief.
And then, as Draco stood staring at his mother's dead body just laying there, the sound of laughter laced with malice reached his ears. He looked up and saw the Death Eaters cackling, but no one was laughing louder than Lucius Malfoy.
A terrible rage filled Draco, as though his soul was on fire. He knew what he had to do.
Taking all of the Death Eaters by surprise, Draco thrust himself forwards into them. He was no longer conscious of his injuries; all he cared about was getting to his portkey. Spells whistled past his head, but Draco didn't stop pushing his way through the crowd. He had to get out of there.
Above the cacophony of the disarray, Draco heard his father cry out an Unforgivable Curse, but Lucius was too late. Draco had closed his fingers around the cool aluminium can, and with the familiar hook behind his navel, Draco disappeared in a rush of colour.
Well, that was the end of chapter one. Too short? Too long? Too boring? Review!Also, I don't have many ideas about what could happen at Hogwarts (it's their 7th year), so if any of you could help me, I would appreciate it heaps! Just leave me a review if you have a suggestion. Thanks :-)