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Forgotten Memories

Before The Tempest

Chapter One Inheritance

Draco Malfoy sighed for the third time that day, as his mother fixed his ceremonial robes… again. He turned to look at his reflection in the ebony framed mirror. His silver-white bangs fell into his stormy-gray eyes as he studied the dark forest green robe with the silver lining that almost matched his hair.

He could make out the beautifully intricate design, but could not translate the old symbols woven deep into the robe, shadowing the delicately crafted pattern. He felt the tip of the blade hidden, in his trousers; slightly pierce his side reassuring him if only a little. "Yo, Draco! Are you done yet?" called Fred as he waltzed into the room. Why are they here again? "Go away." He answered coldly. The infuriating red-head broke into a mischievous grin, "Now, now Drake, you wouldn't want that 'photo' to accidentally get broad casted all over school. Now would we?" Draco closed his eyes tiredly.

Oh…yeah, THAT'S why they're here. He slowly reopened his eyes and allowed a small smirk to grace his features, "You know, blackmailing your friends into letting them come to your inheritance is usually frowned upon in most normal friendships."

Fred's grin never wavered, "while that may be true our little Slytherin; I highly doubt that this is like most friendships, and it's far from normal isn't it?" Draco was about to retort when George entered the room. "What's the hold up?! We're all waiting on you!" he exclaimed, and before Draco had time to even think of protesting, he had both Weasley's on either side of him marching him out the door.

After a few seconds Draco finally managed to shake the twins off, "I am perfectly capable of walking myself." He retorted a bit angrily. George's lips curled into a smirk, "Well, of course your majesty. We were just making sure our royal friend made it to his inheritance on time." Draco glared at the both of them, "Don't call me that, it sounds creepy coming from you two." Neither of their smirks faltered, as Draco turned to bump into his father, Lucius Malfoy.

"Draco, there are twenty people waiting on you. Hurry up." Said Lucius, while he turned and headed for the dark mahogany doors that lead into the old Victorian hall. Draco followed his father before he asked, "Wait, did you say twenty people? I thought only close friends and immediate family were here. Why are there so many people?"

Lucius gave his son a smirk worthy of one of the Weasley twins, before answering, "Well, you can only expect twenty or more people when your royalty. If you really think about it people of royal stature tend to have significant audiences……" Lucius felt his son stop behind him as Draco looked intently at his father in disbelief, "Say that again." Was all he heard from his son that was now staring at his father waiting for his answer.

"That there are twenty people…." Lucius began before being interrupted by his son who was beginning to sound irritated, "No, the other part." Lucius's smirk only broadened as he answered, "That they tend to have significant audiences…" his son was now glaring at him, "NO THE OTHER PART!" his son finally cried.

Draco was starting to wonder if his father had finally lost it. "Oh, that when your royalty…" Draco interrupted again, "Yes that part! What do you mean royalty?! When did this happen?! Why didn't you tell me?!" Draco gave a short pause, thinking of something before he continued, "and why in Merlin's name did you tell the twins?!"

Draco's father gave a nonchalant shrug as he answered, "You never asked, so I figured you knew. Now hurry up, people are waiting." Lucius then proceeded to open the doors to the great hall, giving Draco little time to respond before getting a slight shove from behind from his father. Draco pulled himself together as he sauntered into the hall, making his way to where the alter lay, draped in velvet dark scarlet cloth as a goblet rested upon the scarlet material. Draco's eyes searched the hall for Blaise or Pansy; he even resorted to looking for the devious twins.

Draco finally relaxed when he spotted all of them near the wall a few feet from the alter. Blaise and Pansy gave him a reassuring smile while the twins gave him wicked grins. I swear they were put in the wrong house he said to himself as he arrived at the alter.

Draco shifted slightly, enough to notice that more than half of the people he had seen had disappeared from the hall. All that remained were his mother, father, best friends, the twins, and four people he didn't know. His mother gave him an encouraging smile, Draco couldn't resist smiling back. He turned back to where the goblet stood. Draco lifted it in his hands, examining the red mercury liquid in it.

Draco shoved the last thoughts of doubt from his mind, placing the goblet to his lips, and drinking. After he swallowed the last drop the goblet slipped from his hands as a searing, pain coursed through his body. He held in a pain filled scream, only to have a soft whimper escape his lips. It felt as if his back was on fire and splitting from his shoulder blades, the pain lasted for another minute or so, when the pain slowly went to a mild throbbing.

While the pain embedded away Draco realized he was in a crouched position. Draco tried to rise with as much dignity he could, before noticing a dark green feather flutter silently down in front of him. It was then he felt two soft feathered dark wings beat against his back.

What the hell are these?! No one told me about these!!! Draco turned to his mother for an explanation, only to have Lucius whisk him away. "Father?! Where are we going? And why do I have wings on my back?" Lucius turned to his only son and answered, "We'll talk about that later. Just concentrate on them not being there and they'll fold back. There are two people who you need to meet."

Before Draco could register what was happening, he found himself standing before two people. One was a young woman; the black dress she was wearing hugged her body showing off her figure and her long fiery crimson hair that fell to her mid-back, while dark chocolate eyes greeted him. The second was a young man; dressed in a purely white suit, not a stain to be found, with raven colored hair that fell to the top of his neck much like Draco's. His obsidian eyes met his stormy-gray with a mischievous glint as a grin graced his features.

"Draco, meet your new mentors." Stated Lucius with a small grin. The women held out her hand, "Pleasure to meet you Draco. My name's Ameretta." Then the man held out his own hand, "Glad to make your acquaintance young Draco. Name's Damion." After Draco shook both the offered hands they both said in unison, "I'll be your mentor."

The women, Ameretta, turned to the other, Damion, "What do you mean you?! You couldn't teach the last one properly! What makes you think I'm going to trust you with this one?!" Damion retorted, "If I remember correctly you were the one that was suppose to teach him the history not me! It's not my fault you forgot to tell him about Aidan and Tamir!" Ameretta responded just as hotly as before, "Well, if somebody didn't always have him training on his magic then maybe I would have had some time to actually teach him!" Damion struck back, "Well, maybe if your lessons weren't so boring then he would have learned something!"

Draco continued looking between the two, as they argued about who would train him and hesitantly intervened, "Don't I get any say in this?" Both of them gave a momentary pause, a pause long enough to turn to him and say," No!" before continuing their argument. "I don't come into a party in a black dress! You're not very good at being an angel are you?! What angel in their right mind would wear a dress like that?! None!" Ameretta lashed back, "Your one to talk! Aren't demons supposed to wear all black and morose stuff?! But No! You come in a completely white suit of all things! You hypocrite!" Draco decided to stop the two before his home started being destroyed, "ENOUGH!" he cried. "Will you two stop it already?! From what I gather, both of you are suppose to train me." The hall stood momentarily silent, both Ameretta and Damion ceased their bickering.

For approximately six seconds.

"Now look what you did Draco's all mad now." Said Damion in a more refined tone than he had used moments before. "Me?! You started it!" retorted Ameretta. "No, if I remember correctly you were the first to raise your voice." Replied Damion nonchalantly. Is he freaking bi polar or something?! Lucius, being the loving, caring, and sympathetic father he is, decided to finally intervene, "While this is very interesting, and I'm sure you'll continue later, don't you both have something for Draco?" They both halted in their arguing, Damion, gave his companion a triumphant grin, as she stuck her tongue out childishly.

They both turned to see a seething heir in front of them, his eyes now the color of lavender with irritation, a trait the young heir was not yet aware of inheriting. Damion gave a soft chuckle as he called out, "Candace! Here girl!" moments afterward, a teenaged fox with moonlight fur came bounding down the hall. The animal had little difficulty knocking down the young teen, as she proceeded to nuzzle him. Thankfully Draco had somehow managed to retract his wings during Ameretta and Damion's fighting, making him fall onto his back.

The young fox continued to play with Draco, soon eliciting light laughter from the Slytherin on the ground his eyes turning back to their stormy-gray. This is what Severus Snape walked into as he entered the hall. The Potions Master smiled as a watched his only godson. When the fox decided to end her playing with the Slytherin, Draco looked up to see his godfather smiling down at him. "Uncle Sev!" he cried, and before Snape knew it, he had an armful of one joyous Draco. "I thought you wouldn't be able to make it!" Snape chuckled at his godson's childish antics. "I wouldn't miss your inheritance Dragon, but it seems I've already missed some. So who's your new friend?" He tilted his head indicating the small silver fox.

Draco gave his godfather a genuine smile as he turned to the young silver fox, "Her name's Candace!" Snape smiled softly as he ruffled Draco's silver locks that now had strands of violet and gold, yet another inherited feature the young Slytherin was unaware of. Draco turned back to his godfather, with a pout, "Hey!" his hands coming up to fix his hair. Snape gave a soft chuckle as he rolled his eyes. "Isn't it about time you and your friends went to bed? It's almost midnight, and all of you have a long train ride ahead of you back to Hogwarts." Draco gave his godfather another adorable pout, though if he ever heard it was adorable, he'd go on a rampage. The thought made Severus laugh quietly. "But, Uncle Sev. I'm fifteen now! Can't I please stay up a while longer?"

Snape was about to give in when Narcissa stepped in to save him, "Now, now Draco, you heard Severus. Off to bed with you, and that includes you two as well." She indicated to Blaise and Pansy. "I'll go ahead and take Fred and George home, and then I'll come up and check on you." The twins gave Draco a grin before saying their farewell, "Goodnight your majesty. We hope to see you again." They said in a unison only the Weasley twins could accomplish. "Draco gave them a weak glare, "I told you not to call me that, it sounds too weird coming from you two. And we'll see each other tomorrow on the train." The twins grin only broadened, as they waved goodbye to the three soon-to-be fifth year Slytherins. Draco looked back to his father and two new mentors, "Wait, I thought you were going to explain how I became royalty of all things, and why I have wings?" Lucius smiled at his son, "We will explain everything tomorrow, before your departure to school. Now off to bed with you all."

Draco let out an irritated sigh before making his way to his bedroom. Followed by Blaise and Pansy who only rolled their eyes at the heir. Candace immediately headed for Draco's bed, curling up on it as she waited for the young Slytherin to go to bed. Draco searched for his night attire which usually consisted of whatever loose button up t-shirt he could find and some comfy sweats, the Slytherin made his way to the bathroom. After removing his ceremonial robes, he detached the small blade that was always hidden in his trousers setting the knife on the white marble sink. Draco turned on the shower head to the cool temperature he always preferred after a stressing or tiring evening.

Blaise and Pansy changed into their own night attire and slid into the extra beds that had been brought into Draco's room for their stay. They heard the shower turn off and feet pad over to a mirror. They both silently waited for the inevitable scream which came seconds later, "What the bloody hell happened to my hair?!?!" Blaise and Pansy shared a look that clearly conveyed what they both thought, Can't wait till he finds out about his eyes…..