I looked over my shoulder and I felt uneasy and happy all at once. When I glanced back I could see only the luscious blonde hair of the love of my life, Ice Patronus. I love her, but how could I tell my father? She is a Muggle-born. Lucius Malfoy, the man so proud of his pure blood line,would never understand. I'd never be able to return to Malfoy Manor ever again. I turned around, took her hand, and kissed her lightly. Together, hand in hand, we walked slowly up to the entrance of my childhood home, Malfoy Manor. I had already decided, if I was forced to choose between my family and my Ice Patronus, I would choose her. Love will always be stronger than blood, Voldemort taught me that. I inhaled and felt the air rush into my lungs. Finally, I stepped forward and knocked on the front door.
The house elf, Knippy, answered as ordered saying, "Welcome Sir." Knippy looked like his brother, Dobby, with his large, eager eyes, small cloth, and small stature. Knippy was exhausted, but defiantly willing to work. He must have been helping to prepare for my visit. I always thought that mum made too big of a deal out of my sporadic visits. As I walked into the manor, the entrance hall was decorated with silver and emerald. The Slytherin crest on the wall looked brilliant. I was not, to my surprise, greeted by mum, but by Bellatrix's portrait. She talked too much for my fancy, but I always thought that. Honestly, I think her talking, combined with her allegiance to The Dark Lord, is what got her killed.
While I was showing Ice Patronus around mother walked in.
"Hello dear. How are you?"
"I am wonderf-"
Before I finished mother interrupted me, "Oh, my. Who is this darling young lady? Knippy, add another plate to the table. I didn't know you were bringing a guest Draco." She cheered up a lot at the end of the war, but her worry lines got deeper than ever. We all know how terrified she was. She dreaded that the ministry would dismiss Potter's request and ship us off to Azkaban anyway.
"Where is father?" I sounded too much like my father, so I decided to add on to the question, "Is he home, we need to speak. It's urgent." I still sounded like my father, but continued. "I need to speak with both of you."
Gesturing toward my left forearm mother tells me, "Your father will be along. I think he went to the Ministry on business. Potter wanted to speak with him. The ministry is still trying to track down the rest of the Death Eaters. You know the deal your father has made, but all of that lat-" *pop*
"Damn. We still can't find Goyle. As stupid as he is we should be able to...hello Draco...and...er..."
"Ice Patronus, we met at Hogwarts years ago. We've just recently become, er, reacquainted when we ran into each other in Flourish and Blotts," I piped in. I was relieved that he had acknowledged her existence.
"Splendid. Will she be staying for supper?"
"Yes, dear. I've had Knippy add a place to the table. Oh here, let me take your robes." Mother was too quick to answer I thought. There was something more to this encounter than met the eye, but I would find out about all of that later when every part of my plan would dissaperate before me.
The house elf, Knippy, answered as ordered saying, "Welcome Sir." Knippy looked like his brother, Dobby, with his large, eager eyes, small cloth, and small stature. Knippy was exhausted, but defiantly willing to work. He must have been helping to prepare for my visit. I always thought that mum made too big of a deal out of my sporadic visits. As I walked into the manor, the entrance hall was decorated with silver and emerald. The Slytherin crest on the wall looked brilliant. I was not, to my surprise, greeted by mum, but by Bellatrix's portrait. She talked too much for my fancy, but I always thought that. Honestly, I think her talking, combined with her allegiance to The Dark Lord, is what got her killed.
While I was showing Ice Patronus around mother walked in.
"Hello dear. How are you?"
"I am wonderf-"
Before I finished mother interrupted me, "Oh, my. Who is this darling young lady? Knippy, add another plate to the table. I didn't know you were bringing a guest Draco." She cheered up a lot at the end of the war, but her worry lines got deeper than ever. We all know how terrified she was. She dreaded that the ministry would dismiss Potter's request and ship us off to Azkaban anyway.
"Where is father?" I sounded too much like my father, so I decided to add on to the question, "Is he home, we need to speak. It's urgent." I still sounded like my father, but continued. "I need to speak with both of you."
Gesturing toward my left forearm mother tells me, "Your father will be along. I think he went to the Ministry on business. Potter wanted to speak with him. The ministry is still trying to track down the rest of the Death Eaters. You know the deal your father has made, but all of that lat-" *pop*
"Damn. We still can't find Goyle. As stupid as he is we should be able to...hello Draco...and...er..."
"Ice Patronus, we met at Hogwarts years ago. We've just recently become, er, reacquainted when we ran into each other in Flourish and Blotts," I piped in. I was relieved that he had acknowledged her existence.
"Splendid. Will she be staying for supper?"
"Yes, dear. I've had Knippy add a place to the table. Oh here, let me take your robes." Mother was too quick to answer I thought. There was something more to this encounter than met the eye, but I would find out about all of that later when every part of my plan would dissaperate before me.
