Post by Alexa Raven on Jan 12, 2012 12:17:38 GMT -5
The Dragon’s Mate
Written By Alexaviera Raven
Prologue
The Hogwarts Express
September 1st, 1993
The train had departed a mere moment as a young man was sitting in a compartment and was already bored. As he sat there, he reflected on the way things had turned out. This morning his mother had insisted that he gel his hair back as it to her opinion looked elegant and there was nothing more deserving of a Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy, as this boy was named, was a wealthy young man of not ten. His family was very wealthy and known in all the right circles. He was the product of two of the most purists blooded of families. If he had been Muggle, which meant non magical folk, his family would perhaps be royalty as it was his own Father Lucius Malfoy was a Lord in the wizarding world. However Draco himself did not really at this point dwell on where the money his Family had come from. No, this young man lived in luxuries many others would be envious of.
The first money he had ever handled despite the fact his whole life was spent with him being catered with everything, lay in his pocket now. He knew that what he was carrying was but just a pittance, pocket change really. Yet, Draco had a feeling of pride and he knew that he could spend whatever he wanted and yet he seemed to like the feeling of the weight of the gold coins in a bag in his pocket.
He sat alone, as he had yet to see anyone who he knew. Truthfully, he was relieved that the likes of his friends, Crabbe and Goyle were absent at the moment. He personally did not like the two boys very much. However their Fathers and his were friends and since Crabbe and Goyle seniors were associates with the elder Malfoy, it was expected that the younger would be associates with Draco.
The fact that Crabbe and Goyle were dim and not very bright was something that Draco disliked about his friends. Vincent and Gregory were just his friends only because of the associations of their parents and nothing more. The only reason Draco let them hang around them, was the fact that his mother had insisted that he try and get along with them. That and also, it felt nice to have people to tell what to do and they obeyed his word no questions asked and without complaint. Though moments without them allowed his privacy were priceless. At the moment he just relaxed and put his feet up on the chair and closed his eyes. This was the first moment of peace and quiet he had gotten in an age.
The sound of the train whistled signaled the Hogwarts Express was about to take off. After this, he would be a student of Hogwarts. He would make his family proud. He knew without a doubt that he would be a Slytherin. His Parents had all been Slytherin and all his family in history had been Slytherin. Draco of course knew of the four houses at Hogwarts. There were four houses at Hogwarts and they were named after the four witches and wizards that had founded Hogwarts over a thousand years previously.
Gryffindor named after Godric Gryffindor.
Hufflepuff named after Helga Hufflepuff.
Ravenclaw named after Rowena Ravenclaw.
Slytherin named after Salazar Slytherin.
According to the elder Malfoy, Gryffindors were foolish types that rushed into danger without planning and with bravery but not so much brains. Hufflepuffs were nothing but crybabies and pushovers and easy to trick and deceive as they were loyal. Ravenclaw was the smart sort and it was just acceptable for a Pureblood to be in that house.
Not good enough of course for a Malfoy, but just passable and dignified enough. It was a house that a Pureblood could be proud of have been in and it said a lot for the intelligence of the wizard world, as quite a few notable people had come from that house. True a few notable people I their world come from all the houses of Hogwarts. However Draco knew for him Slytherin was the best house for him.
Slytherin house was known for their pure blooded status. There were no Mud Bloods in Slytherin. This was true as Slytherin himself had always seen children of non-magical parents, not worth teaching the ideals of Salazar Slytherin had in fact instilled a sense of pride and reason for the whole of pure blooded witches and wizards. Draco expected of course that this house, Slytherin was the right house for him and therefore was worthy of a Malfoy.
Draco reflected on this, as he looked a moment out the window at the passing scenery. Green fields rushed by as the crimson steam engine puffed on to her destination. Draco was happy and grateful for the silence and the private car that his father had insisted he have, for his first journey to Hogwarts. Nothing but the best for Draco, Draco knew his parents gave him nothing but the best and he loved them for that. He had fine clothes, he had the finest meals, the most respectful house elves and was given the finest toys, books and a broom which he enjoyed flying when he had a spare moment of time. He felt ready and confident to step into the doors of Hogwarts as his parents had taken no expense on giving him the best tutors that money could buy.
Draco did not mind the tutors so much. It kept him advanced in his studies as he knew that it was essential that he get high marks and good grades. Also he had classes in business as he was sure to make over the years future business associations as his father and Grandfather had done. He also took dance and etiquette as they were essential for good breeding and manners and in the society in which his family traveled in circles. He knew how to dance and which fork went with each course and was always dressed impeccably for meals and otherwise his daily events.
His dress robes were tailored and made for him; they were the finest of fabrics. The fact his school uniform was lacking his usual flair of luxury was to be understandable as a school uniform was not to draw attention to himself. The standard uniform in his opinion was proper and sterile and boring in truth. It was common as others would also wear it; however he himself saw to it that there would be slight differences in his as he wore under his clothes, the best silk boxers, the shirt was of white silk and his shoes of the finest Dragon hide made. He took great care of his appearance and knew that despite the fact the robe he wore over his dress robes was of a school issued black robe with the Hogwarts crest on it, that soon it would be replaced with a fine black robe of black and silver and Slytherin green.
Soon the Hogwarts crest would be joined with that of the house of Slytherin, a snake in the shape of an S. He knew that his cloak that was made of the finest green silk and lined inside with Basilisk feathers was just waiting for him to wear it. The cloak was of course new and his mother took special interest in having it fit properly at Madame Makin’s for him a few days before. For a moment the memory of that day filled his mind, as he had met a boy there who was also being fitted for dress robes and had struck up a conversation with him. The boy had been rater this, with green eyes and dark hair that had been messy. Draco had at first just spoken to him as he had grown bored with standing there and being silent and then he took in the other boy who looked as bored as he was. He had bragged as he was accustomed and then the boy had left. Yet there was something that was a little off about the boy in Draco’s opinion. He didn’t realize it until afterwards that it seemed that the boy had broken spectacles and wore clothes that obviously were too baggy for his thin frame. He upon recollection remembered that the boy was very silent and normally that would never have fazed him a bit. However he saw the oaf of a Half blood call to the boy and he Draco, felt a little something by the fact that the boy had smiled at the huge man who was holding an snowy white owl.
Draco did not know why he was thinking of that day as the two young men parted and without even the civility of introductions. Draco had assumed that the boy was Pureblooded like he was. Perhaps the large man was a servant? Whatever he was the man wasn’t a proper servant if he wasn’t a house elf in Draco’s opinion. But he had heard of their being servants that were half-bloods and to his horror, his father had informed him that the care taker Mr. Filtch, was a squib. Squibs in Draco’s opinion were worse than Muggles as not only did they not have magical abilities, but they were there in the Wizarding world taking up space for their betters. Still as his Father had told him after the initial disgust was lessened after hearing such a shocking thing, Filtch was someone who would have been a Slytherin had he have the magical ability. Draco knew Filtch actually owed his Father who at first hearing about the squib, wanted him booted from Hogwarts grounds. Yet the fact the elder Malfoy saw this person, as a pawn and a lackey he relented and for the sake of arguments Filtch was the eyes of the elder Malfoy in the castle to a point.
Draco thought of the argument that had insured when his parents had received the coveted Hogwarts letter. Father had been determined to have his way and Draco would attend Durmstrand, a school for pure bloods run by an associate of his named Igor Kakarov. However mother had insisted that Hogwarts was the best of the best wizarding schools that it was befitting a Malfoy and also that Durmstrand was too far away from her precious son to go to school.
Lucius was a member of the board of directors at Hogwarts and he knew it was a fine school, however his opinions of the current Head master was thus, Albus Dumbledore was known for his great works in spells and being an accomplished and well known duelist. He had defeated Grindelwald in his want to take over the wizard and Muggle world and put the Muggles in their place beneath the wizards. Draco himself was not sure what that would do, as far as he was concerned the Muggles being ignorant to their world was a great thing as if they knew about it, they would want to come and be part of it. As it was the fact Wizards had to hide their powers, on this sticking point Draco knew it felt it was wrong to hide himself and his kind, but also it was wrong to be public and allowing anyone who was non magical from sharing their world. A few weeks before Marcus Flint, a boy who was a few years older and was already at Hogwarts made a statement to him while they were both bored at one of their Mother’s dinner parties and were able to sneak away in the garden and fly their brooms.
The two boys had snuck out and were flying in the sky in Draco’s back yard when Draco had asked about the Mudbloods at Hogwarts. Marcus had his own opinions on the subject and to Draco’s understanding the boy made some sense. At least it followed somewhat the theory his Father had raised him with. Marcus was after all a Slytherin and a prefect. He knew that made him esteemed in his eyes and well as he hoped to someday work with the elder Malfoy and decided to befriend the younger and the fact they were cousins, did not hurt the idea the older boy would propose and run pass the younger boy.
“I think they should find all the Magical children and take them away from those Muggle parents of theirs and reared as half-bloods. That way when they grow up, they will not be as ignorant. I mean why not? I figure they enter our world already do they not? Besides it would insure that over time, the magical world would belong with the magical folk. Also as their betters, it seems to me it is our duties to the world, to teach them the proper ways of the world. They come here; they go to our schools and then what? Some stay and those who do try to muggle everything. “
Marcus said this as he was flying slowly then he took a moment to collect his thoughts further as he waited for the younger boy’s reaction. He was rewarded with a look of both confusion and also of interest and therefore, Marcus decided to elaborate as it seemed to him that he had been correct in talking with the younger Malfoy on such a matter. The other boring of his circles and class would have been ignorant and asked a lot of questions that Marcus did not feel like answering. Draco for his own curiosity only asked one question.
“Then why haven’t we done so already? I mean the point to find these children and what exactly would we do, kill the Muggles or obliviate them? As I see it your on to something Flint. That way surely though they might be Mudbloods, at least they would be raised properly and in a few generations, there would be no more Mudbloods left.”
Draco did not feel embarrassed at the rude words as he had often heard his father refer to those Muggle born as Mudbloods as well as he knew Flint would bat an eyelash at his use of the word. Marcus laughed a moment and then he smirked and clapped a hand on Draco’s shoulder.
“Well we can hope that those Muggle fucking idiots get a clue soon, but men like your Father and my Grandmother who have some influence would benefit more if our generation would aid them in the future. You have a good take on the situation and someday I see great things for us my friend. Now if only the biggest Muggle fucker, Albus Dumbledore would wise up, then this world would be such a wonderful place. “
Draco was left with the feeling that here was Marcus Flint, talking to him as an equal and as Marcus was a few years shy of being an adult, the fact he talked to Draco as a an equal really made an impression at the ten year old. Even as Draco now sat in his private car, he thought of the word, Muggle fucker. Sure he had heard the term before when his Father was angry and cursed but he had never uttered the word himself.
“Muggle fucker”
Draco said to the empty word and looked around a moment. He knew that the word sounded so dirty as it should offend his pure blooded sensitivities, yet it was spicy and he knew he felt something of superiority in saying it. He knew also that if his Mother had ever heard him say that word, his ears would be boxed and he did not look forward to that happening. As it was he knew not to anger Narcissa Malfoy as when she was displeased. It was not something he liked to observe even when she was mad at a house elf for breaking a dish.
Draco felt the trains moving on the tracks for a moment become jerky and he went to the window in curiosity. He saw that the front of the train was soon to enter a tunnel. He relaxed as he knew that the darkness was nothing, he was a man or at least a boy who wasn’t afraid of anything. Well, except maybe a Muggle or Mud blood touching him that was. If one did he knew that he would have to burn his clothing and scrub himself raw. He relaxed as the car for a moment was plunged into utter darkness and then was surprised as he heard the car’s door open and felt something fall on him.
As the light filtered back into the car, he found a young boy with dark black hair and green eyes sprawled on his lap. Draco immediately recognized the youth as the same boy from Madame Malkins and for a moment he stared into the green eyed boy’s eyes with his own gray ones. The boy straightened up and as he did Draco noticed that there was a scar on the boy’s forehead. This gave Draco a mere second of pause as he realized he was looking at the famous Harry Potter. Inside he was excited to meet and make friends with this boy. His story of course was famous and being friends with him would no doubt raise his own position in society as a whole and he would be regarded as someone important.
“Sorry, I fell into your car. I was walking back from the loo and it grew dark all of a sudden.”
As the boy said this he blushed and scrambled off of Draco’s lap and for a moment he sat down and breathed a little hard. Draco took this in, the boy was still very skinny and short and his hair was messy of course. He wondered why he had not realized it before. His eyes again went to the lightning shaped scar on his forehead and he then stuck his hand out.
“Draco, Draco Malfoy and you are Harry Potter I’m correct?”
As Draco asked this Harry nodded quietly and then there was a sound at the doorway and to Draco’s horror, in walked a boy who had a bit of filth on his nose and flaming red hair, his clothes were obviously hand me downs and Draco sneered in the other boys direction.
The boy had laughed when he had stuck his head in.
“Does my name sound funny to you? Let me guess red hair, hand me down robes. You must be a Weasley then?”
As Draco said this he displayed his disgust and it projected in his tone of voice. Ron Weasley was the youngest son of Arthur and Molly Weasley. They were Purebloods but unlike the Malfoy family, they were wealthy in love and family and not in monetary gains. For a moment there was silence as the three boys looked at each other.
Harry looked at Draco and his out stretched hand a moment. As he did Draco’s words had made Harry realize that this boy, was cruel and a lot like Dudley. Ron was embarrassed and Ron just replied.
“Let me guess. Blonde hair, grey eyes and a pointed regal nose, you must be a Malfoy.”
As Ron said this he had meant it to come out as derogatory but instead it somehow didn’t seem like an insult. In fact it seemed flattering as it was true, Draco was blonde haired and grey eyed and he was attractive. At least Draco thought so and so did a lot of people. He for a moment brushed off invisible lint from his coat and found a wrinkle but said nothing just smoothed it out as best as he could and told himself later he would have a house elf iron it.
Draco put down his hand as he then decided to look back at Potter. Harry’s eyes were looking at him not in admiration or friendliness as Draco had expected but in a look of disdain that Draco could not understand. Wasn’t he being civil after all? Did Potter perhaps hear him utter the dreaded word Muggle fucker? No he had been alone when he had said it wasn’t he?
“Yes, I’m Harry. Now excuse me but I think I should go back to my own car. Coming along then Ron?”
Harry said as he then looked at the hand Draco had held out and just got up and left the car. Draco put down his hand and looked watching after the two boys who had left and then decided to try out his new wand and to smooth out the wrinkle as it was unseemly for a Malfoy to wear something wrinkled and since his trunk was in the cargo hold, he didn’t have another robe to wear at the moment.
Harry was sitting with Ron and thought a moment about the boy he had inadvertently just knocked over in his own car. He realized he was the same boy from the clothing store and for a moment he just was quiet in his thoughts. He wondered why the boy sat alone and he had seen something in the other boy’s eyes before Ron had come in. What was it exactly? Welcoming? He didn’t know as he had felt in that moment as he had maybe misjudged the blonde boy a bit. But then Ron had come and laughed and the spell was broken. This Draco Malfoy was not a nice boy. Harry knew this and yet something in those grey eyes, they showed acceptance. Something harry craved deeply. He had never been fully accepted in his whole life. True here he was, Harry James Potter, the son of James and Lily Potter and a hero and legend as he was to come to find out from Hagrid on his tenth birthday. Before that he was just Harry. Just a boy who was an orphan and had been told his parents died in a car accident.
Harry did not think he was anything special at all. He was just harry and yet it seemed even Ron who was sitting with him, felt there was something. He for a moment felt alone and opened a chocolate frog and looked at it jump and it for a moment made him feel creepy. As it soared out the window, he heard Ron just say that it wasn’t a real frog but a spell. But things like that, things so normal for Ron was not normal for Harry. This world, the wizarding part was new and wondrous to Harry but also he felt for the first time people were gawking and staring at him. He wondered what it would be have liked if he had grown up in this world and known he was destined to be a wizard and not grown up with Muggles who hated him. Would he have been more like Ron and had siblings or would he have been a bit like the blonde boy Draco? For a moment Harry just looked at the candy and sweets and wondered if he should go and apologize to Malfoy. True the boy was arrogant and rude; however there was something else there too. He had not assumed Harry would put on airs. He just had simply introduced himself. This Draco Malfoy had not really said or done anything bad after all.
He began to wonder if this Draco was as lonely as Harry himself felt. True it was obvious the boy had wealthy parents as he also Harry had. James Potter’s family had been very wealthy purebloods after all. Harry was shook however from these comparisons by the sound of the door opening and a girl appearing and asking about a toad. Then she fixed his glasses and talked a bit before leaving and pointing out to Ron he had a smudge of dirt on his nose. The girl, who introduced herself as Hermione Granger, made him for the moment forget the blonde boy and when she left Ron just muttered and rubbed his nose.
“That girl was a bit of a nutter. I guess we should get our robes on then. “
With this Harry and Ron changed into their robes and as they did Harry felt anxious. He wondered what was going to happen now. He knew that he had been excited to go and become a wizard but it seemed to him people stared and whispered. He was not used to being visible, as he was always trying to be invisible around his blood relatives. Harry however let these thoughts go as the Train station in Hogsmeade was visible through the window and he finished knotting his tie and he took a calming breath.
The first year students made their way to the castle thanks to the magically enhanced boats and as they glided around on the water, Harry took in the magnificence of the castle for the first time. Harry smiled and was excited as he then met eyes inadvertently with the blonde from before. For a second they just were both smiling and their eyes met and held. Harry blinked and then he saw the other boy smirk and the spell was broken.
Draco had seen the castle and smiled. As he smiled he relaxed a moment and forgot about the other boy, this Harry Potter. Draco turned his head and met the eyes of said Potter. For a moment their eyes held and Draco was determined not to look away first. When Potter blinked, he smirked in triumph thinking he won some contest of will over the other boy. Harry’s eyes for a moment grew slightly in Draco’s notice but then he looked back at the castle. As Draco observed this, he for a moment watched Potter and thinking. He’d try again to make friends with him.