2 - Draco
Leaving was the best plan that Draco had come up with in months. to be honest it was the first real decision he had been able to make in his entire life. as soon as he left the grounds of Hogwarts he disapperated, landing at the gates of his families mannor. Just his luck it wasn't crawling in Aurors yet. Guess it would take more than a couple of hours to rebiuld a country's government.
He walked through the gates and walked straight towards the manor's library. He needed supplies, France seemed like a good place to start fresh, but to get there he needed gold and other valuables he could barter or trade in the future. Everyone knew that the Malfoy library housed more than books.
Once inside the manor Draco moved swiftly up the stairs towards the south wing and into the library. He waved his wand and silently summoned 5 large tomes which laned in a neat stack by his feet. Another wave and his book bag from school was in his hand. He opened it and placed the books inside and slung it over his shoulder. Thankfully it was charmed not to take on any weight it could also hold whatever he required it to, 'only the best money could buy' his father had told him when he was presented with the bag as a gift before his first trip to Hogwarts.
Draco walked further into the Library untill he was at the end of the room where he tapped his wand on the rose bud that sat in the lower left corner of the tapestry that adorned the wall. The bud opened and bloomed, starting a chain reaction that saw the other flowers that bordered the image bursting into bloom until the only one that remained was the largest flower in the center.
'Ouvrir' Draco spoke as he tapped his wand to it. the flower opened to reveal a key. With a nevous hand, Draco reached forward into the tapestry and pulled the key from the flower. It was an odd sensation, kind of like he was feeling a fabric begin to unwind beneath his fingers. He withdrew and saw that he was now holding the old skeleton key.
With the key in his hand he left the library and made his way towards his father's parlor. Once there he tapped a mirror that sat near the fireplace once with his wand, revealing a keyhole in the family crest that adorned it. Using the key he had just retrieved Draco unlocked the lock and with a deep breath, walked through the glass.
It was his father who had told him about this secret chamber. It was apparently built into the manor when the Malfoy family first moved to the UK roughly fifteen hundred years prior. It was in those days utilized as a family safe and vault, the Wizards of the time not yet trusting the Goblins with their gold. When the Golbin war had ended and the Wizengammot agreed to utilize them as the official treasury and Bank of the Wizarding United Kingdom these chambers were left unused and unnecessary. Or in theory, they were supposed to be, the Malfoy would not be the only ones to lie about the net worth of their family. Much of their most valuable possessions remained in this chamber that was only accessible by the head of the Malfoy house or their Heir apparent.
Draco rembered when he was taught about the chamber, it was in the summer after his first year at Hogwarts. His father had become paranoid over an increase in Ministry raids, particularly of propertires believed to have been used in the war. It was a matter of time before they searched the manor and there was something he needed to be aware of as far away from the house as possible. He never told Draco why the plain black notebook that had been in the chamber was so dangerous but he could feel something was wrong with it. His father had asked him to hold it while his father searched the shelves for anything else that was deemed too suspicious. Happy it was just the book they left and Draco had handed the book back to his father.
Thank you Draco, do tell me do you feel quite alright?' His father had asked him.
'Yes father, I feel perfeclty fine.' He lied in response, in reality holding the book had filled him with the awful feeling that something bad was going to happen, he could describe it any other way other than terrifiying. But he did see his father look ever so slightly disappointed in his answer.
Draco never learned anything further about the book or why it was so imperative to remove it from the Manor. As he stood in the chamber now, he could almost feel the same awful doomish feeling he had back then. Looking carefully at the shelves, he grabbed a few valuables: Goblin-made jewelry, family crests, and a pouch of gold. He was about to leave when a slight simmering caught his attention.
Investigating it more closely, Draco saw it was an orb. It was mostly covered by velvet cloth and sitting on a small mount. He carefully removed the velvet. Draco was immediately drawn in by a raspy voice that appeared to come from it.
The dark vanquished once again and yet the same mistakes of the past remain to haunt those already haunted again.
Ancient family and hidden lies, bring old enemies closer than distance can be used to measure. Unite and succeed, remain foes and doom more than the self.
Escape is impossible when fate cares neither time nor place for her wrath to take full hold, the world bright and ablaze in fire and gold.
Draco was stunned, it was a prophecy, but who was it for, supposedly only those who a prophecy was about were about to hear them from such devices, but then again it had been sitting in this chamber so goodness knows how long. He picked it up carefully and placed it in his bag, wrapping it carefully in the velvet as he did so. As soon as he was happy with it he left the chamber and waved his wand. returning the key to the library without a word and summoning one more book, Magical Geneology from ancient to Modern landed in his hand. He placed it in his bag and with a deep breath made his way out of the manor and beyond the gates where he could apparate away again.