I accidently uploaded this little bit here as a chapter for Resonance. Sorry about that people, that must have seriously confused all of you with the sudden plot twists and whatnot, so just to set things straight this is NOT a Resonance chapter. Lately I've been getting a flood of ideas from my dreams again and decided to create my own little...
ONE SHOT CREATIONS!
So here I'll post a bunch of one shot ideas that I have and who knows. Maybe I'll continue some of them, maybe not or if you'd really like to see some go into fruition, by all means email me and we'll talk.
Chapter 1
Who are you?
- This is an idea I had about having a Draco-central fic. I suppose it could be written with lots of angst.
"You will not take the mark Draco," Narcissa Malfoy said resolutely, quivering. She had been severely traumatized after witnessing the result of Harry Potter's escapades not minutes after she left the loo at Dolohov manor. Seeing such a sight convinced her that Harry Potter was not one to be messed with and that her child was not going to be a Death Eater, for more than one reason.
"But mother, I must take the mark and serve our lord!" Draco argued vehemently. "Father is in Azkaban, what do you think would happen to us if I did not take his place and pay our tithe to the Dark Lord?"
Narcissa sighed heavily. Her… son was correct. If the Dark Lord did not get his war funds from the Malfoy family, Draco would be killed on the spot and she… Narcissa didn't want to think of what the Dark Lord's death eaters would do to her, Lucius Malfoy's trophy wife.
"I do not like it," she said stubbornly. "If only your father hadn't done what he did all those years ago…"
"What?" Draco asked. "Take the mark? It's an honor mother, one that you would never understand!"
With that Draco stormed out of the room angrily, leaving his mother to sink into the loveseat behind her.
"No," she said quietly to the empty room. "What he did to you was far worse than anything he's ever done as a Death Eater…"
She closed her eyes and stifled a sob as the image that haunted her dreams formed in her mind. It was always the same, always. A large room devoid of any furniture other than a desk, chair and mattress was completely empty, save for the small figure sitting in the far corner.
The figure was very small, a child. From the view of their back, they had shoulder length silvery blond hair and they were small in statute. Judging by the shudders going through their body, the child was sobbing. Narcissa watched this from her spot near the door, tears in her eyes as she watched the image unfold.
"Don't leave me alone," the child cried. "Don't leave me!"
A noise came from behind her and Narcissa watched as a younger version of herself stepped into the room, carefully balancing a tray of food and an armful of clothes in her arms. The child stopped sobbing immediately and turned around to reveal a young girl of five or six. Her tear stained cheeks were red from crying hard and her once bright blue eyes were glimmering with fresh tears.
"There, there now," Narcissa's image cooed to the little girl. "It'll be alright. Here, I've brought you some food, you must eat or you'll get sick."
The little girl refused to touch any of the food. Young Narcissa tried again to coax her into eating some roast beef.
"Please eat child," she begged. The real Narcissa winced at watching her past self beg a child. "If you don't, I'll get into trouble with Lucius."
The little girl finally relented and started to eat reluctantly. Young Narcissa smiled in relief. "There that wasn't so hard was it now?" she asked the girl, who shook her head. Narcissa saw the shorter hair and made a sorrowful noise. "You poor thing," she crooned quietly, stroking the short locks. "He cut your beautiful hair, didn't he?"
The scenery changed and the real Narcissa watched her past self as she was flung to the ground heavily by Lucius as he gripped the now older girl's arm tightly and dragged her away. The girl was eight years and three months old by this time, Narcissa knew, she would always know that age.
The girl was screaming and crying as her arm turned white from the pressure Lucius had on it and she kicked and tried to get away as he dragged her to the lower dungeons.
"Don't take her, I beg of you!" Young Narcissa screamed. "Please, don't take her Lucius, please!"
"Don't leave me!" the girl sobbed, trying to claw Lucius' arm off of her own. "You can't leave me! Let me go! Mommy! Mommy!"
"MOTHER!"
Narcissa shot out of her seat at Draco's voice. She looked up to see her son dressed in black Death Eater robes and sneering down at her. "What?" she snapped.
"I'm leaving to meet the Dark Lord," Draco boasted. "I will bring honor back to the Malfoy family, you wait and see!"
"You wait and see Draco," Narcissa shot back. "You will only bring death and pain to this family if you join that monster."
"You are a fool mother, hardly worth father's time!" Draco spat hysterically. His father's imprisonment had clearly knocked whatever sense he had left out of his brain. "I'll let this slide just this once, but if I hear you speak out of turn again, I'll let Goyle and Crabbe have their way with you! Now I'm leaving, mark my words mother, don't cross me!"
Draco ran out of the room gleefully, laughing the sort of laugh that made Narcissa know that her son's sanity had left him. He was lost to her now, after trying so hard to steer him away from his fathers' ideals. Oh dear, she thought worriedly. I do hope he doesn't run into Potter. If anything happens to him then I wouldn't be able to bear being alone…
Narcissa made sure that Draco had left the property before reaching into her shirt and pulling out the locket that hung on her necklace. Opening it with a sniffle, she let her tears fall freely as a moving picture of a little girl with long silvery blonde hair waved at her cheerfully, her eyes showing not a care in the world.
"Oh Selena," Narcissa sighed in despair. "How I wish I could bring you back from the hell my husband has put you through…"