The Dead or The Ressurected?
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Lucius paced around the Malfoy Manor living room, his four year old son, Draco and Severus Snape on the couch, watching him go back and fourth. "What's the big deal with dad?" Draco whispered quietly to Snape, who was still watching him. "Lucius is waiting for a letter from the Ministry Of Magic. It's about your mother's disappearence." Snape whispered back, continuing to watch him.
"Lucius, Clarissa's ok." Snape said in his usual drawling voice. "That's what I'm afraid of." He mumbled so they can hear. Draco looked at his father disbelievingly. **Why does he want mum hurt?** He thought. Draco sneezed. "Draco!! Don't you ever do that again! I am trying to listen for the owl!!" He yelled and hit the boy with his Snake cane. "Now, Lucius, that's no way to treat him, I know you're anxious, but be reasonable." He said. "I DO want this boy to be able to come to my classes." He said and Lucius let out a low growl. Finally, a tapping came to the window and Lucius snatched the letter from the owl's beak.
He read it and crumpled the letter into a ball. "She's fine. She'll be home on Monday." He said, sounding disappointed. Clarissa's disappearence was happy to Lucius, no more females in the house, no more people to tell Lucius what to do, not that he would obey. "I'm going to my room." Draco said, but Lucius shoved him back onto the couch. "You are to stay here while Mr. Snape shows you how to brew a potion you won't need until you reach Hogwarts. Then he'll be PROFESSOR Snape." He said and walked out of the room.
Snape smirked as he left and then stared at Draco. "I assume you have the ingredients?" He asked, an eyebrow pricking up. "Yes sir." Draco said and took out a wand. "Aren't you too young to use magic?" He asked. "It's my father's." He said with no expression on his face. "Accio cauldron and ingredients." He said, pointing to the opened the door. A caludron and a bunch of jars flew into the room and landed in front of them. "Very good." He said, a bit surprised.
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Draco slicked back his hair with gel. It was his first year at Hogwarts and he had to make sure to get good grades. Or a lot of punishment. Any B's or C's he would get a strong punch somewhere, the eye, stomach or something like that. "Draco!!!!" Bellowed his father's voice. He ran down to his father and saw house elves holding his bag. Draco grabbed it. "Listen to me boy--" Draco interrupted his father. "Make sure to get all a's or I will come home with a punsihment so severe that I won't be able to stand up for a month." He said, lifting up his eyebrow.
*SMACK* Draco suspected it. Lucius has slapped him hard on the cheek. "Don't take that tone with me." He said harshly. "Why are you still standing?" He asked as if he just saw him like that. "Father, it wasn't really that hard. I'm not five." He said to his father kind of respectedly. With that he felt something trip him and he hit the ground. He then felt something jab into his stomach. He opened his eyes and saw Lucius with his snake cane on Draco's stomach. "What did I do?" Draco asked under the pain of the jabbing going deeper into his stomach.
"You make friends with Potter, you hear?" He hissed at Draco. Draco nodded.
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They finally arrived at Hogwarts and he leant against the railing. There, at the front, he saw Harry Potter. "So it's true then. What they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." He said and walked up to Harry. "This is Crabbe, Goyle and I'm Malfoy. Draco...Malfoy." The red-head burst out in snickers. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley." I said back at him.
"You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go and make friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." Draco held out his hand and Harry pushed it down. "I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks."
Draco glared at him and left.
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Now he was out of Hogwarts. Married to the least suspected wife. The used to be Hermione Granger and now Hermione Malfoy. Yes, very wierd name, but it happened. He turned sideways on the bed and saw Hermione on her back, still asleep. Of course, he had gotten about 8 scars from his father when he heard this. Draco had always hid them from Hermione, so she wouldn't worry. She was the only one who had loved him, the only one who cared. Draco was shocked that she married him and not Harry.
Draco then looked at the clock and saw he was supposed to be at work. He magicked a nopte onto the bed beside Hermione. Draco made some coffee and drank it. After, he stepped into his car and started to drive to work. "Stupid fog." He muttered, squinting in an attempt to see the road.
CRASH. Police cars started to head towards where they heard the loud crash. (A/N: Because of Hermione, they both had to live like muggles.) They saw a green car halfway turned crushed and a man in the driver's seat, bleeding a hell of a lot. "Call the ambulence!!" One of them yelled. They dragged the man to the ambulance that arrived in a matter of minutes and he was rushed to St. Mary's Hospital.
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Hermione smiled that he left her a note and turned on the T.V. to watch. "A quick bulliten on British News. There has been a recent car crash here this morning at 7:45 a.m. The man was rushed to St. Mary's hospital where the doctors are doing everything they can to fix this man up." The announcer said. "Oh, that's jus so sad. So early, too." Hermione said sympathetically. "I wonder who it is..." She said again, looking up at the ceiling, thinking.
"Later we will examine this man and announce the name of him. Thank you and we will return you to normal television." And with that, it flicked back to the channel that it was normally. Hermione couldn't help but worry. What if it was someone she knew?
She walked into the kitchen and started to make breakfast for herself. But, in the middle of making it, the phone rang. "Mrs. Malfoy?" Asked the other line. "Yes?" She answered. "Is Mr. Malfoy sick?" "No." She answered. "He already left for work. Didn't he?" She asked, a bit scared. "Well, he hasn't turned in yet." The other line asked, a bit confused. Hermione heard a beep and turned to the other line, forgetting to tell the line she was just on. "Hermione Malfoy?" Someone asked. "Yes?" She replied again. "Your husband is dead." They said on the other line and she dropped the phone in total shock.
"Beep beep beep." Went the phone after a while. She was on the floor, crying. "Draco..." She sobbed. "Draco!!" She yelled sad and angry.
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Lucius paced around the Malfoy Manor living room, his four year old son, Draco and Severus Snape on the couch, watching him go back and fourth. "What's the big deal with dad?" Draco whispered quietly to Snape, who was still watching him. "Lucius is waiting for a letter from the Ministry Of Magic. It's about your mother's disappearence." Snape whispered back, continuing to watch him.
"Lucius, Clarissa's ok." Snape said in his usual drawling voice. "That's what I'm afraid of." He mumbled so they can hear. Draco looked at his father disbelievingly. **Why does he want mum hurt?** He thought. Draco sneezed. "Draco!! Don't you ever do that again! I am trying to listen for the owl!!" He yelled and hit the boy with his Snake cane. "Now, Lucius, that's no way to treat him, I know you're anxious, but be reasonable." He said. "I DO want this boy to be able to come to my classes." He said and Lucius let out a low growl. Finally, a tapping came to the window and Lucius snatched the letter from the owl's beak.
He read it and crumpled the letter into a ball. "She's fine. She'll be home on Monday." He said, sounding disappointed. Clarissa's disappearence was happy to Lucius, no more females in the house, no more people to tell Lucius what to do, not that he would obey. "I'm going to my room." Draco said, but Lucius shoved him back onto the couch. "You are to stay here while Mr. Snape shows you how to brew a potion you won't need until you reach Hogwarts. Then he'll be PROFESSOR Snape." He said and walked out of the room.
Snape smirked as he left and then stared at Draco. "I assume you have the ingredients?" He asked, an eyebrow pricking up. "Yes sir." Draco said and took out a wand. "Aren't you too young to use magic?" He asked. "It's my father's." He said with no expression on his face. "Accio cauldron and ingredients." He said, pointing to the opened the door. A caludron and a bunch of jars flew into the room and landed in front of them. "Very good." He said, a bit surprised.
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Draco slicked back his hair with gel. It was his first year at Hogwarts and he had to make sure to get good grades. Or a lot of punishment. Any B's or C's he would get a strong punch somewhere, the eye, stomach or something like that. "Draco!!!!" Bellowed his father's voice. He ran down to his father and saw house elves holding his bag. Draco grabbed it. "Listen to me boy--" Draco interrupted his father. "Make sure to get all a's or I will come home with a punsihment so severe that I won't be able to stand up for a month." He said, lifting up his eyebrow.
*SMACK* Draco suspected it. Lucius has slapped him hard on the cheek. "Don't take that tone with me." He said harshly. "Why are you still standing?" He asked as if he just saw him like that. "Father, it wasn't really that hard. I'm not five." He said to his father kind of respectedly. With that he felt something trip him and he hit the ground. He then felt something jab into his stomach. He opened his eyes and saw Lucius with his snake cane on Draco's stomach. "What did I do?" Draco asked under the pain of the jabbing going deeper into his stomach.
"You make friends with Potter, you hear?" He hissed at Draco. Draco nodded.
*
They finally arrived at Hogwarts and he leant against the railing. There, at the front, he saw Harry Potter. "So it's true then. What they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." He said and walked up to Harry. "This is Crabbe, Goyle and I'm Malfoy. Draco...Malfoy." The red-head burst out in snickers. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley." I said back at him.
"You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go and make friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." Draco held out his hand and Harry pushed it down. "I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks."
Draco glared at him and left.
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Now he was out of Hogwarts. Married to the least suspected wife. The used to be Hermione Granger and now Hermione Malfoy. Yes, very wierd name, but it happened. He turned sideways on the bed and saw Hermione on her back, still asleep. Of course, he had gotten about 8 scars from his father when he heard this. Draco had always hid them from Hermione, so she wouldn't worry. She was the only one who had loved him, the only one who cared. Draco was shocked that she married him and not Harry.
Draco then looked at the clock and saw he was supposed to be at work. He magicked a nopte onto the bed beside Hermione. Draco made some coffee and drank it. After, he stepped into his car and started to drive to work. "Stupid fog." He muttered, squinting in an attempt to see the road.
CRASH. Police cars started to head towards where they heard the loud crash. (A/N: Because of Hermione, they both had to live like muggles.) They saw a green car halfway turned crushed and a man in the driver's seat, bleeding a hell of a lot. "Call the ambulence!!" One of them yelled. They dragged the man to the ambulance that arrived in a matter of minutes and he was rushed to St. Mary's Hospital.
*
Hermione smiled that he left her a note and turned on the T.V. to watch. "A quick bulliten on British News. There has been a recent car crash here this morning at 7:45 a.m. The man was rushed to St. Mary's hospital where the doctors are doing everything they can to fix this man up." The announcer said. "Oh, that's jus so sad. So early, too." Hermione said sympathetically. "I wonder who it is..." She said again, looking up at the ceiling, thinking.
"Later we will examine this man and announce the name of him. Thank you and we will return you to normal television." And with that, it flicked back to the channel that it was normally. Hermione couldn't help but worry. What if it was someone she knew?
She walked into the kitchen and started to make breakfast for herself. But, in the middle of making it, the phone rang. "Mrs. Malfoy?" Asked the other line. "Yes?" She answered. "Is Mr. Malfoy sick?" "No." She answered. "He already left for work. Didn't he?" She asked, a bit scared. "Well, he hasn't turned in yet." The other line asked, a bit confused. Hermione heard a beep and turned to the other line, forgetting to tell the line she was just on. "Hermione Malfoy?" Someone asked. "Yes?" She replied again. "Your husband is dead." They said on the other line and she dropped the phone in total shock.
"Beep beep beep." Went the phone after a while. She was on the floor, crying. "Draco..." She sobbed. "Draco!!" She yelled sad and angry.
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