The Malfoy Chronicles

I think it's incredibly sweet that you all want to save Draca. She is a sweet little girl. And your reviews are sweet, too, by the way, and don't think that I'm not listening. I'm keeping everyone's opinions in mind.



But now it's time to hate Draco a little more...

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Draco was in the library, planning contently how he was going to wreck Draca’s ass. He had already planned on a session with the cane, and probably his good leather strap. He planned on ending with a weapon he’d acquired just recently. It was a Muggle device. It was an extendable metal pointer that he thought would leave beautifully thin little stripes. He patted his breast pocket, making sure the little jewel was still there.



He could almost see her wriggling in agony as he laid the fiery little welts on her bottom. He didn’t know why, but it gave him great satisfaction to make the girl suffer. To hurt her.



A sudden tap at the window of the library caught his attention. He looked up, and spied a tawny owl waiting with an envelope. He stood slowly, and opened the window for the awaiting owl. He reached out to take the envelope, but it let go of the owl on its own accord, and opened itself.



“To the parents of Draca and Abraxas Malfoy. I am displeased to inform you that both of your children were involved in a skirmish today at school. You are requested to come to the school immediately to retrieve your children. Sorry for the inconvenience, Headmistress Gretchin Fellows.” The letter said, and then dropped onto the floor. Draco frowned.



“A skirmish?” he asked himself. But then he smiled. This was the excuse he needed to peel the skin off Draca’s little thighs. He left the library in a cheerful flurry of his dark green robes. He spied his mother ascending the stairs slowly, her hand on the side of her face and her shoulders shaking with sobs. She glanced over, and saw him leaving the library and heading for the foyer to exit the house.



“Where are you going?” she asked him, trying to settle her sobs.



He sneered at her. “Not that it’s any of your business, you nosy bitch, but Draca and Abraxas were involved in some sort of fight at school, and I have to retrieve them immediately.” He said. Narcissa saw the gleam in his eyes, and panicked.



“I’ll go get them.” She said, descending the stairs and trying to pas her son. He grabbed her and threw her backwards.



“No you won’t. You’re injured…” he said, glancing amusedly at her face. The entire side of her face had turned a dark red, and was tinged with a bruise. “I’ll finish up my business, and I’ll retreat the house for a while. I don’t desire to be here when father gets a glance at that beautiful addition…” he said, and quickly left the house, Apparating as soon as he crossed the threshold.



Narcissa wailed loudly, climbing to her feet as fast as she could. She ran back and forth in a panic. What could she do? Lucius was gone, with no way to find him. She could be of no help, as Draco could easily overpower her. She sobbed loudly, and wrapped her arms around herself. Draca was in extreme danger, and would be in terrible pain if she couldn’t find a way to save her.



She needed help. She needed a miracle. She needed a savior….and then it hit her like a terribly ironic ton of bricks. Could she bear to do it? Would Lucius be upset? She had to risk it. She sped upstairs as fast as her feet would take her. She ran to her room, and grabbed a hooded traveling cloak. She wrapped it around herself before running out of the house and Apparating.



It was common knowledge where the Boy Who Lived…er…lived. She appeared in front of the place, and doubt overtook her again. Would he help? But she knew ever as she struggled internally that she had to try. So she mustered up her courage and approached the humble little house. She knocked firmly on the door, and quickly adjusted her hair so that most of the side of her face was hidded.



A tall, handsome young man with messy black hair and glasses opened the door. He had apparently been talking to someone, as his head was not turned to the door when it opened. But when he turned to her, he gave a small start.



“Mrs. Malfoy? I- what happened to your face?” he said, seeing the red peeking out from behind her blonde hair. “Why are you shaking so? What’s wrong?” he said. Something in Narcissa had frozen her voice. Harry put his hand on her shoulder, and she started from her reverie.



“Mr. Potter…you have to help. Please…she’s in trouble…if you don’t-” but a gentle shush from Harry quieted her down. He gently guided the trembling, terrified woman into his house.



“Calm down…you’re speaking so fast I can’t understand you. Now what’s wrong?” he asked.



“It’s Draca. My granddaughter. Please…you just don’t understand…you have to come with me…” she said, her tears starting again. Harry felt really bad for Narcissa, but he still didn’t understand.



“I know Draca…I saw her at the school ground.” He said. “Now how is she in trouble?” he asked.



And then Narcissa felt ashamed for having to tell this…this…boy such a story. “Draca’s father…isn’t…exactly kind to her. He prefers his son, Abraxas, and often slights her and punishes her for things she didn’t do. He seems to hate her.” She started, and reached up to wipe tears from her eyes.



Harry’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the side of her face. Something was wrong here.



“And he isn’t very kind to me, for that matter. Things got a little better when Lucius returned from Azkaban…but not by much. And I was so stupid! I told Lucius to go out for the day, and he left. He has been our protector, and he’s not here. Draco had already gone into planning mode to harm Draca, and then he got word that Draca and Abraxas had been involved in a fight.” She continued. Harry nodded.



“Yes…James was part of that fight. Gin has gone to pick him up.” He said.



“The point is…that’s just the excuse Draco needs to absolutely flay the hide off Draca. Please…I have no one else to go to….don’t do it for me…help Draca.” She finished, finally breaking into body-shaking sobs. Harry was unsure what to think.



“And you need me to come protect Draca?” he asked. She nodded. “At your house?” he added, and she nodded again. “From her father?” he finished, and she nodded once more. “This is…a bit strange…” he said. Narcissa’s heart sank to her knees. Harry, seeing the devastated look on her face, added “But I’ll come…” and Narcissa threw herself at the tall black-haired young man, wrapping her arms around him in grateful joy.



“You have to come now….please….she may already…” but she refused to let herself say it.



It was about that time that Harry’s fire-headed wife appeared in the doorway, still verbally maiming the young James. She started when she saw Narcissa.



“What’s that twit doing here?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips. Narcissa looked taken aback by her words, but only managed to wipe a few tears from her eyes as a response.



“It’s okay, Ginny. All right, Mrs. Malfoy…I’ll come. Take me there.” He said, and her eyes lit up.



“Oh thank you! You truly are a savior!” She said, and Harry blushed.



But James picked up on the situation immediately. “What’s wrong? Is it Draca?” he asked, going directly to Narcissa. She looked down at the boy, shocked at his appearance up close. He wasn’t an ugly boy in the face…looked more like his grandfather than his father did, though. Those gold eyes were unnerving for those who had known the elder Potter. “I want to come.” He said.



“No, James.” Harry said, and James frowned.



“I got in trouble at school to defend Draca from that pig of a brother she has and I-” but Harry held up his hand.



“No. That’s the end. You’ll stay here. Come on, Mrs. Malfoy.” He said. The blonde woman took his hand, and Apparated him to the front door of Malfoy Manor.

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