Fallen Angels

Chapter 2

Draco watched his mother out in the garden as she trimmed her roses back. Her magical roses were her pride and joy in this life. No one touched them except her. They were a silvery color, almost like that of a pensieve. Narcissa’s long blond hair swayed with her as she sashayed from bush to bush with a pair of clippers in her hands. She was daintily trimming back the petals for tonight’s party.

"I hope she doesn’t expect me to be down there later. There is no way in hell that I am going to put up with her gossipy friends." Draco thought.

He looked at himself in the large platinum plated mirror in front of his four poster king size bed. With the silver and green drapes flowing to either side the bed and with him looking in the mirror at just this angle, with his blond locks falling sexily into his stormy gray eyes and him looking up at the mirror from under his eyelashes. Well, it all gave the impression that he had large wings and was relaxing upon some cloud somewhere, how erotic. Draco’s mind drifted towards what Falion his eagle owl had arrived with attached to his leg earlier that evening.

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

It is my pleasure to inform you that you have been selected as head boy for the upcoming school year. Due to unforeseen difficulties that had arisen I was unable to inform you of this sooner. When you arrive at Platform 9 ¾ please check in with the heads compartment. It will know to let you in and a letter explaining this will be waiting there.

Best Regards
Head of Slytherin House

SEVERUS SNAPE

When Draco had read the parchment his first reaction was to let a small triumphant smirk glance across his features. Even this small emotion was supposedly taboo among the Malfoys. Malfoys do not show emotion, the do not stoop to that level. Lately Draco had begun to wonder if it was truly worth it to follow his father to death. Obviously the man was trying to kill himself. Why else would he join some crazed lunatic who wasn’t even of pure blood? Draco was better than that, he knew where he stood. He was currently the head of the Malfoy household and fortune, with his father put away, most likely for life in Azkaban, he had taken the necessary measure to have to household accounts transferred to his name when he reached majority.

Draco’s thoughts were interrupted by an incessant tapping noise on his window. He looked up.

"What the?"

There was a silvery, gold owl right outside his window, about medium size; it was tapping its beak against glass while trying to stay in the air. There were no ledges for the bird to sit upon. Draco carefully opened the glass outwards so as to not knock the bird away. It looked a bit knackered, really. It hooted softly and perched upon his arm as he drew it into the room. There was something very familiar and strange about this particular owl, but Draco couldn’t pinpoint it. There was a soft brown package wrapped in leather tied to its leg. As soon as Draco untied the package, however, the bird hooted shrilly and flew out the open window and off into the darkening sky.

The leather bundle dropped to the floor with a muffled, fwump! Draco reached down to untied the strings and the leather fell away at his slightest touch. What lay there confused and excited Draco as much as it did terrify him.

Draco became lost in his mind as soon as his eyes fell upon the object. Distant memories of past lives floated through his brain. Death, servitude, joy, war, and loneliness. A loneliness so complete that it threatened to envelope him completely as he realized that he was cut off from everything so perfect and pure that he had once had. Something that he had given up willingly and would never find again.

The crystal sparkled innocently on the floor, turning from one instant a black as pure as the velvet night, to a crimson blood red, and then straight to a virginal gold that encompassed the entire room. Accentuating all of the gilt framework on his expensive furniture. Then it became silent and lay there on the floor looking as it did before. Nothing more than a simple divination crystal, and a dirty old one at that.

It was then that he noticed the small piece of grubby parchment which had fallen away. In a loopy handwriting it relayed the following message:

You will need this, in fact you already do, I hope it is not too late.

That was all that it said.

CRACK!!!!

A houself appeared right inside of Draco’s door and announced that the guests would be arriving shortly and would Master Malfoy be requiring his services before greeting them alongside Madame Malfoy. Draco stared at the creature and then back to the crystal. He was having hallucinations if he had just thought what he thought he did.

*2 seconds previously*

“CRACK” Oh I hope the creature is alright. I wonder what it is?

End Flashback

“GET OUT AND STAY OUT YOU FILTHY LITTLE ANIMAL!!!!!!” Draco kicked at the creature. It was punted headlong into the corridor as Draco forced the door to his room open with his mind.

"How did I do that? Oh never mind it looks as if I actually must attend mothers garden extravaganza after all. Whoopy do… ugh. Now I actually have to put real clothes on."

Draco transfigured his white satin robes into black silk etched with platinum threaded dragons on the sleeves and up one shoulder. Draco said a charm to place his hair into some semblance of order, but still sexily disarrayed, and with a blink of a smug eye, a hate filled smirk, and a swish of a cloak he was in the back garden right next to his mother.

"Oh joy, now I only have tomorrow to go back to the loony school, to look forward to, oh absolute fucking joy."

Draco put on his best ice queen face and waited for the onslaught to begin.

"Bring it on."