Fairy Tales

Draco came sliding into the Dungeons with such force he almost took Professor Snape over as he landed. Standing up, Draco tossed his cloak onto the floor and began started pacing. Snape looked at him, never had he seen Draco in such a state. “What seems to be the problem, Mr. Malfoy?”

“I had to leave, I just could not stay there any longer and watch my father—my own father, take advantage of my personal property! This was the first place I thought of, so here I am.” Draco came down with a loud thump into the chair by the fireplace. Snape raised an eyebrow and winced at the lack of respect for his chair. Given the state that the youth was in, Snape let it slide.

“Come now, you do not own any property, you’re not of age. Here, have a drink”, Severus magiced a glass of strong whiskey over to the boy, “What exactly happened?”

Draco tipped the glass up, taking in the whole of the contents, placing the glass down on the nearest table; he started to cough at the strong burn of the liquor. Snape automatically refilled the glass. “Do tell son, I haven’t all day and your state of belligerence has me all confounded.”

“We went to the Dolohov’s for lunch. My father”, Draco started to laugh, “My Father felt up my bride-to-be, right in front of me. Started with her face and ended with her ass, I am surprised he didn’t take her right there on the coffee table. Merlin knows he wanted to. She was more than willing to let him. Can you believe it, the little tramp, allowing my father to roam his hands all over her body, she enjoyed it, I could feel the wetness creeping into her knickers…smell the aroma of her essence…gods, that man, he makes me ill, sometimes. Then there is her, I hate her…I don’t even know why.”


Severus picked up his own whiskey, the boy that he thought of as a son, sitting here in front of him was hurting, what was he supposed to say to him? ‘I am sorry Draco, but your father has always liked them young’. That seemed to be the last thing Draco needed. After several minutes had past, Severus sat up and took Draco’s hand; it was the most affection Draco could remember being given by a man. He looked to the strong hand that was on his and then to the eyes that were in front of him, Severus said softly, “I know that you feel that your father disrespected you by…assessing your bride’s treasures, truly it was something that did not have to happen, but sometimes we do things that are in our nature without thinking them through. Lucius is used to having all women at his beck and call, he likes …young girls, they have been known to inspire him to write sonnets, trust me, I have been forced to listen to some of the dripping remarks…your father, is a great friend of mine…he could be a great man, he is a good man, he could be a great man.”

“Uncle, the Dark Lord’s return…will you be sending Brandon to get the mark also?”

Severus sighed and threw himself back into his chair. How do I answer this without causing concern on Draco’s part, he asked himself. “That is my son’s decision, Draco…he has a choice as to whether or not he wants to throw his hat into the political arena. You never know, he may just want to sit back and reap the rewards.”

“Father did not give me a choice; I take my mark my 7th year. Father says sooner if the Dark Lord calls for me.”

“Draco, you must live your life to the best of your capabilities, you are not your father, just as Brandon is not me, I have past regrets, so does your dad, we both want you and Brandon to become better men than we are.”

Draco was looking at the ground in front of him, shifting his feet back and forth, “Sometimes”, he said softly, “I wonder if the Headmaster, I mean I realize that he is a crazy old man, but I wonder, sometimes, if he isn’t correct in his –“but Draco stopped, apparently realizing what he was about to say and to whom he was to say it to. “What are I thinking, I am going mad, aren’t I?” laughed Draco, embarrassed that he was slipping in his Slytheriness to Snape of all people. Draco rose to his feet, “Would you mind terribly if I stayed here for the next two days? I don’t want to go home and school is starting, please?”

“That would be acceptable, Draco.”

Draco started to laugh; Uncle Severus always had the strangest ways of saying yes. “Is Brandon alright?” Severus looked to Draco and saw the concern in his eye, “yes, he is unharmed.” Draco wanted to ask, was scared to ask, and finally did, “Is he coming to Hogwarts?” Severus noticed that Draco was waiting on tenterhooks, “Would the two of you destroy this castle?” Draco smiled, “Probably cause more havoc than Potty and his ever side kick, the Weasel.” Sevesighsighed, “That is what I am afraid of.” “You know, Uncle, I would not tell, him being your son, you know, I know that it would be hard for him, being the ‘evil potion’s masters’ son. I could keep quiet.” Severus looked to the boy and saw that he was telling the truth, “I know you would, son. I know.”

Severus watched as Draco began to walk away. He knew that he should say something about the feelings that to boy was having toward Echo but was not certain what should be said. Severus finally decided on, “Draco, as you know you and the Dolohov girl have been betrothed since the birth of the girl. Many enchantments and seers were put into good use for the relationship to withstand the times, she is a good—she will be a good woman for you. She is strong and feisty, two things that prove wonderful in a marriage. She will be very beautiful to look at; her attributes will delight you for decades. Do not let your father’s actions, or anyone else for that matter, rob you of any happiness. Know that I will always be right here, if you need me”

“Enchantments…is this why my being…with others…is so bothersome to her. I never thought the little chit would be so bold to tell me to stop.” Draco turned and faced the man that had been like a favorite uncle, “She told me that I needed to stop, how did she put it…fucking around, I believe was her term.”

“Have you ever considered that she may very well have some feelings of fondness for you?”

“No, she just doesn’t want to be married to the ‘slut of Slytherin, she laid her thoughts out fairly well on the subject.’”

“Yes, well…Brandon may come here; I think your title as the Slytherin Slut may soon be changed.”

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The next afternoon, Brandon showed up.


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Following the train ride back to school, the students of Hogwarts entered the Great Hall to something that was all together very strange. As they began taking their seats for the Welcome Feast, many students noticed that there was someone new at the school; new and beautiful.

The Sorting Hat had been placed on its’ usual perch with Professor McGonagall standing nearby. The remaining professors had already taken their station at the High Table. Dumbledore rose to make his Welcome Back speech, instead he turned to the students and took a deep breath. Somewhere inside him the ball of anticipation had grown tighter, no matter how much planning had been done, however many times the Order and he had gone over the plan, he was now faced with introducing Professor Snape’s son to the school. It had been decided that the students should not be aware of Brandon’s true parentage, the Order had thought up a background for the boy along with a new identity, closely mirroring the identity that was true, therefore, not causing any suspicion between Brandon and the boys that he already new at Hogwarts. Harry, Ron, Fred, and George had been given strict instructions on how not to let on that he was indeed a Snape. Hermione was too ashamed of her earlier actions to regard the boy with more than a glace, but she and Ginny too, had been subjected to a powerful talk from Professors Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall.

So, here sat the Sorting Hat and the school anxiously awaiting his speech. Professor Umbridge was to know nothing of Brandon other than he was a new student. Dumbledore laughed a small chuckle when he heard Brandon mumbling to himself, “Should she clear her throat again, I am going to hex her a drainage hole for the phlegm that she seems to be having so much trouble with.” Dumbledore, twinkling eyes and all looked at the small Snape and smiled, thinking he was so much like his father, it was apparent that he was going to cause a large stir at the school.

As Dumbledore began to speak all the students quieted, “We have a new student amiss our home. He comes to us from the state of Louisiana, where he attended school there. His family has relocated to this area and I want you to make him welcome at Hogwarts.”

A mumble ran through the students, Brandon was able to catch some of the talk, “’I’ll make him feel real welcome”, one blond girl said as she leaned into her neighbor who nodded in agreement.

“He will have to be sorted, Professor McGonagall, if you please.”

The sorting Hat was placed onto Brandon’s head. Draco was in the corner of the Slytherin table as he watched his friend being sorted; he knew that the only way that he and Brandon could possibly be friends was if Brandon was to be sorted into Slytherin House.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Sorting Hat screamed “Slytherin” and the whole table erupted in claps and squealing girls. Brandon walked to the table with a grin, took his seat next to Draco and whispered “That hat is a sneaky little thing, he wanted to put me in someplace called Hufflepuff cause he knew that my Father would kill over dead if that happened, I had to threaten to hex the hat, it laughed at me and said ‘No one will ever believe you are not a Snape’. What the hell is up with that old hat?”

Draco was smiling, could you imagine the look on Snape’s face should his only son be sorted into Hufflepuff? “The old hat is just as barmy as the old codger who runs this school!” replied Draco.

There was a large amount of pushing and shoving from the Slytherin girls trying to get a better look at Brandon, Draco was doing his best to ask questions of Brandon in a “get to know” you sort of way. Up at the Head Table there was a man beaming inside; his son had followed his footsteps into Slytherin; the man only hoped that he would not follow his footsteps out of Slytherin.

On the other end of the hall, a bushy hair girl sat wondering if this boy could be her life mate.

This night, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Brandon Nefis was born.


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The feast was ending and all the students were heading up to their dorms; Draco and Brandon had finagled their way into being able to room together. Heading up to the dorms, Brandon was assaulted by many people, girls and boys alike, introducing themselves, occasionally slipping him a note, but one girl seemed to catch his eye.

She was small, very pretty, her eyes looked weepy; when Brandon elbowed Draco and gave him a mental jab of curiosity, Draco replied that the girl staring at them was Echo Dolohov, his betrothed; the word betrothed had rolled off his tongue with such distain that Brandon was taken aback. The last he had heard mention, Draco was coming into the idea of wedding the girl. Brandon reached for Draco’s arm, stopping him on the stairs, “She wants a word with you” Brandon stated, “I think you should give it to her; she seems upset.”

“Wait for me here?” Draco asked. Brandon nodded.

Approaching Echo, Draco noticed that she was pulling herself up to her full height, doing her best to pull her shoulders back and keep her head up. She looked as if she had been crying. It was then that Draco had remembered that the past few days he had felt nothing from her; no emotions what ever. He thought this odd, since the charm was placed onto her; he had an overabundance of feelings being sent from her. He was surprised to find that she, now, felt cold and distant.

Draco stood in front of her, wondering what to say. He could think of many things that he wanted to say, all harsh and hurtful. He did not think that he wanted to hurt her with words right now, but he did not know why he felt this way. “Did you want me?” was all he allowed himself to ask.

“Yes”, came a small voice, not the voice he remembered from her, “I was wondering if we could talk somewhere?”

“Meet me at ten, the normal place.” He turned around before he could see the tears fall from her eyes, luc the they did not go unnoticed; Brandon saw them.

Draco was quiet for the rest of the trip to the common room. Brandon pulled Draco over when they arrived in their dorm room, “You look as if someone sat on your broomstick and broke it, what is the matter?”

“I don’t know, I am to meat with Echo later, she…we saw each other over the holiday, let’s just say that the first half of the day went well, the last half…didn’t.”

Crabbe and Goyle walked into the dorm room. Introducing themselves as Draco’s best friends and want-to-be servants; Draco cringed.

‘Are these guys serious?’ asked Brandon in Draco’s head. ‘Unfortunately, yes, they think I am the Slytherin Prince, don’t worry, I am sure they will moon over you too!’ replied Draco.

With much too loud of a cough, Draco announced that he had to be somewhere shortly. Dropping the remaining items onto his bed, Draco turned to walk out the door. Crabbe leapt off the bed and asked, “Did you not hear Snape’s little speech, and he basically said he would cook us in a potion if we are to sneak out of the dorm rooms tonight. You best not go anywhere; the bat looks like he could kill…”

Draco smiled, put a hand on Crabbe’s shoulder and stated quite calmly, “That message was not for me, it was for him.”

Brandon tried to look innocent. Something he was horrid at.

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Draco had the good sense to at least feel guilty leaving Brandon there with Crabbe and Goyle on his first night in the castle, but he was far too concerned with Echo’s reaction to him to be bothered with thinking on it.

Arriving at the Room of Requirement 10 minutes early instead of late this time, he thought he would be able to set the mood for the conversation; he was wrong.

Echo sat alone in the Room of Requirement. The mood was very somber. There were hardly any puffs on the floor; the room was lit by a lone candle: she appeared to have come straight there from the Great Hall.

Draco felt his chest tighten when he looked around, littering the floor were parchments on depression, and guilt, rage, the list went on…Draco stooped to pick up one on assault. Thumbing through the parchment, Draco became aware that she was not acting normally for a reason…it had not clicked in his head that something may have happen to her. He stooped down behind her small body, she flinched when she felt his touch, he calmed her with soothing her hair and bringing her back to his chest. He let her cry, wrapping his big arms around her and swearing to her that he would never let her go.

Questions were swarming around in his head; questions that he needed answers too, but she was in no state of mind to answer him. He summoned a bottle of wine from the room, poured her a glass, and told her that it would help her relax, making sure that she understood that he was there to protect her from any harm. She began to sip, within minutes; he felt her body start to loosen.

Her tears were slowing, he leaned into her and whispered into her ear, “Tell me, Little One. Tell me who hurt you.”

New tears surfaced on her cheeks, she tried to look him in the eyes, but found that she could not. Looking at his feet, she softly stated, “Your father.”

Rage began to build up in Draco’s chest, followed by guilt. Had he not left the manor in such a huff, Lucius never would have had the opportunity to lay a finger on her.

“What did he do?”

“Touched me, all of me…my father stood there and let him”, she sobbed. “How could he just allow that? You left. I was so scared when you left.”

“I never dreamed that he would harm you, little one, I thought that he only wanted to tempt the spell…how did he get around the spell…I never felt that you were uncomfortable. I felt you enjoying his touch on you.”

“I never enjoyed it! I was willing you to stop him, did you not see my eyes, did you not see the tears?” she was screaming.

“I saw lust. He must have used a counter charm. Exactly what did he do? He did not enter you did he?” Draco was now yelling himself. He could not understand why he was so concerned with this child’s virginity, but he was. Should his father have taken it away from him, the one gift he was guaranteed to have from her, Draco was going to punish him. He had read enough dark magic books laying around his home to know that there were spells that no man wanted cast on them, as much as Draco respected his father, he had been disrespected by the man. This was going to get ugly.

“No, well, yes…he did something to me, he pushed his fingers into me…he-he tasted them when he brought them out…he said somng tng to my father about me having “sweet nectar”, he then picked me up onto the desk in my father’s study and put his tongue on me. He moved his hands all along my body, feeling me, he pinched my breast hard, and it hurt. His hands were nothing like yours.” She began to cry new tears. Draco wrapped her up in a blanket and his arms, and allowed her to soak his shirt with her tears. Raging with anger on the inside, somehow he managed to comfort her enough so that she could sleep.


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Severus Snape walked into the Room of Requirement; the sight that greeted him stopped him dead in his tracks. Draco was huddled in a holding the young Dolohov girl, sobbing. He approached Draco, leaned down and placed a hand on top of Miss Dolohov’s back, Draco looked up, drew his wand, directing it towards Snape’s heart, “Don’t touch her!” he spat. Severus looked into the boys’ eyes, knowing that he was hurting, knowing that for once, Draco meant the threat of harm by his wand. The dark man removed his hand from the girl, he held them up so that Draco could see them, “Brandon was concerned that you had not returned. Would you like to talk to me, I have been told that I have a certain knack for maintaining confidence.”

Draco looked to Severus and began to speak, he told all about the confrontation between the girl in his arms and the man he called father. Severus noticed that the boy said the name ‘Father’ in disgust now, choosing to spat it out than to say it with the pride that the word once held. New tears started to roll down the boys face. “How could he do such a thing to me? He doesn’t respect anyone or anything. He tasted my bride! She is mine! I was to be the one to first sample her ‘treasures’, which was the word that he always used for women’s pussy: ‘Treasures’. Well, he stole my treasure, I want it back.” Draco ran a hand over his swollen eyes. “She is a child. Look at her. She is only a baby. He…he touched her and tasted her, and her father permitted it. He was in the room with my father! Gods and I left her there, thinking that she was o.k. with the situation, I left her. Why could I not feel her emotions? The spell, it did not work that time…why?”

Severus found himself confused, “What spell?”

“I preformed the Conscus Facis on her. I was angry. She was complaining about the girls that I see here at school, she was telling me that she was going to find a lover. She is only 12; she is too young to know about these things.”

“I seem to remember finding you at 12 with a 7th year’s mouth wrapped around your penis.”

“That was different, I don’t know how, but it was.”

Severus smiled. The boy was not foolish, but the situation needed to be addressed. “What do you plan on doing about this?”

“I plan on killing him”, Draco said, looking directly into Severus’ eyes, “in a very Slytherin way, I plan on killing him. Bide my time, come up with the perfect plan, then make my move to destroy him.”

Snape smiled at him, deciding to test the waters, “Draco, you do know that when you take the mark, all of the others will do just what your father did and more to your bride?”

Draco looked up at him, “I don’t like to share, especially not my wife. I feel certain that my wife will be something that I am possessive about.”

“Even your father had to share your mother, Draco. It is somethingt tht the Dark Lord requires of his followers. Something about ‘unity’, I believe.”

Draco stared at the man that had become such a essential part of his life, finally the pieces were being put together, Snape had gotten away with not sharing his toys, that is why no one knew of his family…did Snape really follow the Dark Lord? Yes, he did. Draco knew that he had too, from what he and his father had discussed, Snape was high up in the circle, and Lucius had said that the Potions Master would be a wonderful reference for the Dark Lord when it came time to take the mark. Severus could see the confusion in the boy’s eyes. He was beginning to question everything that he had always held true. Snape spoke softly, “I love my bride, and I was not willing to share her with others that would not appreciate her.”

“And the Dark Lord, I know you know my thoughts, uncle…what of the Dark Lord…”

“That is a decision you have to make for yourself, you either follow him or you do not…not a single human can answer for you except you.”

“But you, do you follow him? Do you believe in all the things that we have been taught?”

“I possess the mark, Draco.”

“That means nothing.” Spat Draco. He was unused to Uncle Severus giving him the run around; the man had always been so straight forward with him.

“No one can tell you how to live your life.” Severus stood, conjured up a beautiful four poster bed, and told Draco to stay with her for the evening. Tomorrow he should take her to Madam Pomprey, have her looked at. Then he turned, robes billowing behind him and swept out of the room.


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Sitting at his desk in his private quarters, Severus nursed a fire whiskey. Summoning a piece of parchment, he wrote a quick note and had it owled to Dumbledore. It was 2 am; he needed some rest in order to tolerate the dunderheads in the morning.


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Dumbledore was awoken by the snapping of a beak on his arm. Taking the note from the owl and motioning over towards the treats, he unrolled the parchment. In a very untidy scrawl was Severus’ handwriting. The entire note said, “I think that we have him.”


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Sorry, bit of writer’s block. I think I am happy with the chapter, but I just took the story in a totally different direction. Draco was supposed to take a lover. Anyhow, Claudia, the lover, did not make the cut it seems.

As always, you are welcome to review, I am holding my breath!

Lot’s of love and thanks for the reviews that I have gotten. I am so pleased that my rambling has interested someone.