My Life
Draco climbed out of his bed groggily the next morning. It was around two am when he awoke from restless sleep, as he sat up and rubbed his forehead he sleepily glanced around the room, admiring his roommates. Blaise was sleeping like a dead person, his arms crossed around his chest as if he were in a coffin; Draco snickered. Theo, on the other hand, half of his leg was dangling off his bed, his duvet was on the floor, and he was drooling onto his pillow as he snored loudly.
He looked at the clock and sighed to himself, he had gone to sleep early and woken up before the sun was even up. Draco walked over to the bathroom, slowly opening the creaking door, then reaching his hand inside and flicking the light switch on. He stepped inside, leaving the door open as it was too loud, and sneaking towards the sink.
As Draco turned the tap, something extraordinary occurred. He couldn't comprehend the events unfolding before him, and he attempted to take a nervous step back as it happened. His hand was stuck to the tap, at first he thought it was Theo pulling some sort of prank, but they'd made an agreement to not prank each other and only the other houses (by that they meant Gryffindor).
He tried with all his force to release his grip on the tap, but nothing was to avail. Eventually, he stopped struggling and thought that he'd wait until Blaise or Theo woke up, but as soon as he gave up, he was released. Draco scoffed, rubbed his hand, and ran back into bed, the bathroom light still on.
It took him a few hours, but at around four in the morning, he fell asleep again.
At seven, Draco's body reacted by itself. As he felt a cold drop of water drip onto his forehead, his eyes shot open and he felt himself jumping, but it was all too fast to process. He glanced around the room, half in shock and half scared, only to see Theo hovering a cup over where Draco had been asleep, and that's when Draco realised that he was stuck to the ceiling. Again, he released all the tension in his body, and dropped to the floor, landing perfectly on his feet.
"How did you just?" Theo stammered, his pupils dilated and his mouth hanging open.
"Do what?" Play it cool, Draco thought. If this wasn't a dream, then it couldn't be anything good. "Hey, is that water for me?" Draco casually walked over towards where Theo was standing, taking the cup with shaky hands.
Theo remained motionless, blinking in confusion, and Draco walked towards the bathroom, leaving the water on the side. As he shut the bathroom door, he reached to turn the light on, only to realise that it was already illuminating the usually dark room, confirming that last night wasn't a dream.
Draco was many things, arrogant, inconsiderate, sensitive, dramatic, but stupid was not on that list. He immediately knew that these abilities had to of come from a spider at the laboratory, and the only one that he had come into physical contact with was genetically mutated. Yep, that's his culprit.
Draco pulled his phone out of his pyjama pocket, pressing the home button hurriedly, and testing to make sure his thumb wasn't stuck. It wasn't. He opened up safari, and typed into the search bar the name of the lab in which he had visited, Riddle Lab. He pressed enter with a shaky finger, and watched as the links appeared on his screen.
He clicked the one which lead to their website, and he continued until their was a heading which read Genetically Mutated Spiders and Their Affects. Draco read over the information numerous times, but not once did it mention the situation of being bitten by said spider.
He eventually powered off his phone, and turned on the shower. His hand didn't get caught this time, which was curious. After a quick shower, Draco blowdried his hair and hurried out of the bathroom, only to see Theo still there. "Are you good?" Draco asked, slightly concerned. He had been in the bathroom for at least half an hour, and Theo hadn't budged.
Theo, seemingly shaking off some sort of thought, turned to Draco again. "Fine."
They both walked down the stairs of their school in silence, and left campus to go and explore town. Theo had his AirPods in, and offered one to Draco who graciously accepted. Sad Girl by Lana Del Rey was blasting in their ears, and Draco admittedly enjoyed it.
Theo went a separate way as he had to buy some new school books, so Draco walked towards the dodgy corner shop. There were some people smoking outside, but Draco wasn't one to judge, so he continued walking. Inside, his phone buzzed and he eagerly answered.
Father - 7:21am
Hey Draco, do you want to meet for breakfast?
Father-7:35am
I'm driving to town just in case!
Father-7:51am
I'm next to that café near the bank, are you coming?
Father-8:22am
I had to leave, I'm sorry son!
Draco hadn't seen any of these texts, but as his neck gave an involuntary twitch, he typed out an angry response.
Draco-8:23am
Can you stop texting me so much? Get a life.
It wasn't like Draco to be so disrespectful, but he had other problems in life to worry about than meeting up with his dad for breakfast. Draco grabbed a random bar of chocolate from the shelf and placed it on the counter to pay. There was only one other customer in the store, a mysterious individual dressed from head to toe in black.
"One quid." The cashier said in a bored voice, chewing her gum loudly. Draco fumbled in his pockets but could only locate ninety cents. He sloppily threw them on the counter. She looked from the loose change to Draco, who was sweating uncontrollably. "You're ten cents short." She groaned.
"Just let me off, please," Draco begged, "I don't have the money right now, it's in my dorm."
"Not my problem." She rolled her eyes. "Next." The cashier shouted before Draco could retort. He began walking towards the exit, not bothering to put the chocolate back on the shelf. Suddenly, he could hear a feminine scream from behind him, and the hairs on the back of Draco’s neck stood up, goosebumps forming all over his body.
He saw the figure from behind him had taken their black hood down, and brunette curls were now visible. His brown eyes and obvious dragon tattoo on the side of his face were also noticeable, but not as noticeable as the silver gun which he was holding the cashier at gunpoint with.
Draco watched the scene unfold as she emptied the till, and the man threw Draco’s chocolate at him, offering him a friendly wink. “Call the police!” She squealed, before she was silenced by him shoving the gun deeper into her cleavage.
“Not my problem.” Draco stated as he walked outside, unwrapping the chocolate and chewing on it with his mouth closed. The man who had robbed the shop suddenly shoved passed Draco, smirking at him as he bolted down the street, pockets jingling with change.
Draco continued his day as usual, just with chocolate this time. As he turned out of an alleyway and back onto the street, he could see the thief once again, but there was also somebody else. Draco’s father was walking down the street, looking slightly sadder than usual. Draco felt a tinge of guilt in his chest as he recalled the message which he had sent.
Just as Draco was about to walk over and apologise, the sudden sound of a defining gunshot made his world stop. Draco’s heart was pounding out of his chest as he ran towards his father, who was holding the side of his stomach and dropping to his knees, a frown etched across his wrinkled face.
The thief continued to run, unbothered at what he had just caused. Draco dropped to his knees beside his father’s bleeding body and shakily cradled him in his arms. “D-Dad?” He stammered, moving his fathers long, blonde locks out of his face.
His father opened his eyes slightly, looking up at his son with tired eyes as Draco ran his hands through his hair.
“Oh, my boy.” His father sighed, offering a warm smile through his cold, bloody lips. “With great power, comes great responsibility. Please hold that dear to your,” His father was cut off as his eyes went glassy and vacant. A dear fell from Draco’s cheek onto his father’s cold, lifeless face.
Draco, still sobbing, glanced around him. Not only was there now a crowd, but Potter was stood in that crowd, his jaw slack and his eyes wide, maybe even slightly teary. Draco moved his father’s heavy head from his lap, and closed his eyelids with his fingers. Draco caressed his father’s cheek affectionately with his thumb one last time, before getting up and running into the direction where the criminal had gone.
There were some shouts from behind him, and some footsteps, but Draco didn’t care. He was faster, he was stronger, and he was angrier. Filled with both hatred and passion, Draco ran up the stairs of an abandoned building, the dim, flickering lights making buzzing noises, and continued until he was on the rooftop.
There, he took a leap of faith, if he fell to his death, at least he would be with his father, and if he didn’t, than he would be avenging his father. As Draco closed his eyes, preparing for the worst, it never came. He opened them to see that he had landed on the side of the building, not on a rail or anything, just attached to it like an insect.
He effortlessly climbed upwards, and he was soon enough on that rooftop as well. Draco continued to hop from building to building, now extending his wrist forwards and shooting a long, white, sticky thread from his body. He was similar to a spider, with the same abilities as one would have.
Finally, after going from building to building, he came face to face with the perpetrator. The man was on a random rooftop, laughing as he counted his money. Draco, only seeing red, charged at the man, immediately knocking him off his feet and onto the floor. He stammered and scrambled, attempting to free himself of Draco’s grip, but Draco swung a sharp fist onto the thief’s left cheek, almost knocking him out there.
Draco, dragging the man in front of him, dangled the man off the edge of the building, with full intent to drop him. “No please! You don’t want to be a murderer, r-right?” The thief choked out, kicking the air in an attempt to release himself.
“You murdered my father!” Draco retorted back, his screams of agony loud enough for the whole city to know. He didn’t know when he had started sobbing again, but his eyes were bloodshot and stinging from the amount of tears which were practically etched into his skin.
“And I will pay for that in both prison and hell!” The thief screamed in defence, his voice high pitched and whiney. Draco sighed, throwing the thief onto the rooftop once again, but this time stepping on his buff chest with his shoes.
Draco dialled the police immediately, and everything after that was a blur. All that he remembered from that night was the last words of his father, and the gaping whole in Draco’s heart, his soul, from where his father had left.
With great power, comes great responsibility.