Ch.1
Drakons.POV
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I sit on my desk, antique I'm sure, scrawling away at a piece of parchment with my new quill. Mother had bought it on my eleventh birthday, it had a gold tip and was embossed with a small goblin head. It was charming to say the least but sat uncomfortably in your hand, I used it anyway more in gratitude than anything else.
I knew it was coming soon, my letter, and so my foot tapped anxiously against the floor making the ghouls stir.
I'm not quite sure what I'm writing anymore, I have lost my beautiful calligraphy and instead replaced it with a messy scribble. I look back to read over it, I was meant to be studying Latin but it seems my mind was lead astray by the thinking and now read 'letter' and 'ghouls'.
A tweet sounds from the garden causing me to stand abruptly, my chair screeching against the floor. I tuck it back in and close the book I was reading. Excitement is no excuse for unfastidious behaviour.
I love my house and acknowledge my fortune to have such a grand lifestyle however I must complain of the sheer length it takes me just to make it down to the conservatory, where I am sure the owl post awaits me. It takes me 5 minuets to get down the stairs, and that is with haste.
The dark green walls almost feel as if they are closing in on me as I make my way through the house, I was praying I wasn't a defect like my father. What if I was a squib, of course my father wasn't nor my mother, however the chances were still present.
I find myself lit by the sun glaring through the glass in the conservatory and have to squint to find the small pile of letters tied neatly with a shiny emerald ribbon. I pick the bunch up being carful not to squish any.
This would usually be the house elf's job, however today I felt obliged to collect my own letter, that meant so much to me.
I follow the maze of hallways, all of which took me 6 years of my life to learn, towards the study. When I creek the large door open a chair swivels round reviling my mother in her beautiful black gown encrusted with jadeite around the collar.
"Drakon." She spoke with a heavy accent masked by heightening different syllables. In my opinion she sounded fake, but of course I would never tell her that.
"Mother." I acknowledged before carefully closing the door behind me and creeping towards her large desk, carved impeccably with different magical creatures, snakes however wound up each leg.
"You collected the post." She states sounding monotone as always.
"I thought it only seem right, as I am getting my letter today"
"Excitement is a dirty habit." She reminded me.
I place the letter in front of her slowly, it was a whole process as if we were summoning the dark lord himself. Of course I wasn't there but my mother had told the story many a time, of our wonderful powerful great lord.
I had been christened to this cult the day of my birth, I remember as a child wondering what would happen to the crest marked on my left forearm would it grow with me or stay just as small as it started.
It grew.
My mother of course wanted to make a scene herself and took her sweet time undoing the ribbon "If you take any longer you'll go grey" I wanted to snap but I kept my neat composure knowing all to well the feeling of mothers curses.
She picked up the first letter, I began to rock on my heals until my mother looked up at me pointedly. She used her long sharp nails, painted purple, to break the seal on each and every letter.
At last we were at the bottom of the pile. My letter sat there the green lettering all to familiar as I had practiced writing my name and address in such fonts many times.
My mother picks it up and looks at it. She picks up her thin wire glasses from her draw and puts them on to take a closer look at the letter. She doesn't really need the glasses but chooses to were them, I think she thinks they make her look wiser. They do.
Her thin fingers then turn the letter over and start digging into the wax.
I snatch the letter away. "It is addressed to me, mother, it is only right I open it myself" Still wearing her glasses she looks at me sternly.
"Very well, rush along Drakon, I have work to do." I take the opportunity and rush out the room. I have given up on any act of nobility and began running like a school child.
This time it only took me 2 minuets to get to my room and jump on my bed. I savour each word written on the front of the letter. Although I have grown up knowing such thing would occur it still amazed me how they new what room I would be in.
I turn the letter over. The wax crest had deep finger nail marks dug into it, but the rest was still intact. I trace it with my finger hovering above Slytherin house. I so hope I am in Slytherin.
I'm not going to be a dud like my father.
I peel back the wax carefully avoiding bending it. The parchment inside was yellowed slightly as if aged, as if it had sat there since the day I was born.
I read the words slowly each letter felt more special than the last. I then move onto the second page, the list consisted of many different books all assigned to different subjects. I would need to go to Diagon Ally. I wonder if my mother would grace me with her presence on this journey or if instead I would simply be escorted by Gakry the house elf.
I decided not to dwell on the fact that my mother would not be present on the journey and instead lay back thinking of all the wonderful things I can do at Hogwarts. I will be sure to make a lot of pureblood Slytherin friends, and get a wonderful pure blood Slytherin girlfriend.
My door slammed open without warning. "Malfoy" a small voice squawked from the entrance.
I sit up, discarding my letter on my bedside table. "Theodosia" I reply nodding my head slightly.
"Your presence is requested in the dining hall" Although being the young age of 7 she talked just like my mother, she looked like her to, something I was incredibly jealous of. Instead I look like my father, bleach blond hair, thin, and ghostly pale. I remember once running into my dear half sister when she was five and she greeted me as a spirit, the cheek.
I stand, wiping any dirt of my robe and follow Theodosia down the hall staying at least 5 meters behind so we wouldn't have to talk.
Of course I loved my sister with all my heart, and yet I'm not quite sure she feels the same. She believes we aren't on first name basis despite her knowing me since birth. I have only ever heard her say my name once or twice and that is when she had to read it out.
We make it to the dining hall. It is, like all other furniture in our house, old probably centuries old and stretches far longer than it has to.
As a family of four we have all spread our self's out across the table in equal segments. My mother sits at one end, my father (Blaise Zabini, not my real father ,however, he is as close as I'm getting) sits at the other, I sit somewhere in the middle as far away from both parents as I can get, Theodosia sits next to my mother where they usually share small conversations in whispers.
I take my seat in the middle. "You got your letter?" Father practically shouts for me to hear him.
I nod yes before clapping my hands together "I thank our Dark Lord for providing us the courage to stand for what is right" My father said, I only just notice the absence of my mother since she is the one usually to say such speech. "We will forever be grateful for him, opening our eyes to the true damage going on in our manipulating government" he continues. "We shall take his teachings and carry them to other generations. "Thankyou, our Dark Lord"
I un-clasp my hands. My knuckles had gone red from squeezing too hard.
The cold metal of the fork brings the paleness back into my hand as I dig into my food.
I had got half way through when the door finally opens, reviling my mother, dress trailing behind her as if she wasn't really moving her legs at all.
"My love" She nods towards my father. I know all to well my mother wasn't in love with my father. She wasn't in love with my biological father either. My mother wants power and that is just what she has gotten, although she didn't get much form me. Perhaps the only reason she keeps me around is for the fact I am male and therefore the perfect heir.
She takes her seat and eats her food slowly. "Dear, you haven't said your thanks to our Dark Lord" she shakes her head, silky black hair running over her shoulders as she does. "My love I have just benefited our Dark Lord so much I'm sure thanks to him are not in play anymore"
I know deep down that whatever she had done was not good. I also know that I should want to do this too, for our Dark Lord, but it seems I am too weak. The simple thought of my mother doing anything to benefit our Dark Lord brings a sick feeling to my stomach and my food, that look so delicious just seconds before now looks very unappetising.
I excuse my self from the table and take a small walk around the house. I wonder if it would be possible to leave for a walk outside the grounds.
I had never done so before but it appealed to me greatly. Once I had tried bribing Gakry with extra chores but he refused, even after I promised he could clean my room for the next month.
I decided not to attempt this again, in fear he would consult my mother about the matter.
I settled for the gardens, that were big enough toe explore some more anyway.
Trees surrounded the lake that splashed in front of me. Many creatures lived in the lake and their presence always made my heart slow to a calmed beat. Small sounds of mating calls and chattering filled the silence of the garden. I wish I had brought my letter so I could savour it some more.
My owl landed on my shoulder, giving me a bit of a shock at first but I quickly recovered. She was a small Australian masked owl, with a round smooth face. I stoke her beak and she coos moving her head so I could scratch the place she wanted me to. I ended up on her neck, carefully smoothing out her feathers.
I have had her since I was five. I remember when father brought her home in a small cage, I had insisted we let her out instantly since she might be scared of small spaces. I later found out I was correct and every time I tried to put her back in her cage for bed time she would refuse and instead sit atop the curtain bar surrounding my bed.
I had thought long and hard on naming her before I settled on Aira, I think I had read the name in one of my story books read to me by Gakry. I had looked for the same book 2 years later to no avail.
Hogwarts. I was going to Hogwarts. I let out an cacophony squeal laying back on the grass, I would worry about the stains later.
It was a beautiful day, stuff I never really thought about. Most of the time I like to sit inside and study Latin but I guess today due to the letter my attitude had changed.
I guess it wasn't to bad out here.
A short gust of wind hit my face, a pleasant shiver ran down my spine and I close my eyes. A sudden wave of nausea had taken over me.
I settle down and slowly drift of into a comfortable rest.
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