Memoirs of a Serpent's Son

Memoirs of a Serpent’s Son

--Age 15—part 6

End of Spring Term

Umbridge called me, along with the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad, to prepare for an ambush. Sometimes I think that woman should be admitted to St.-Mungo’s but I won’t go about saying that. She’s obsessive and fanatical. It’s rather frightening sometimes, but mostly her wild accusations don’t have to do with me, so I don’t really care.

I went, anyway. She set us all up and told us what to do and then, in a flash she opened the door and I realized (in about a second) that Potter was fire-calling someone and his little squad of soldiers was around the door and everything to “protect” him.

Once my moment of realization was up, I swooped in and did as I was told before Potter knew any better.

After the flurry of chaos and confusion, I seated myself on the windowsill, Potter’s wand in hand, and stared out at everyone. All of Potty’s little friends were being held (quite uncomfortably) by the Squad members. One of Dumbledore’s Army for each of the Squad members. Except me. I was just sitting there, with a mean smirk on my face, staring at the person that suited me, the only person that wasn’t being held down.

Potter was standing in front of Umbridge, staring at me as I tossed his wand in the air and caught it again. He couldn’t have been feeling very good about himself right there.

I, Draco Malfoy, Death-Eater Spawn and eternal rival of his, was holding all of his power and magic in my hand.

I wasn’t paying much attention to what was being said. I was too focused on the wooden rod in my hands to care…

I cannot describe to you the feeling of holding Potter’s wand in my hands… not well enough for you to understand at all…

There was this intense warmth that radiated from my fingertips where I held the wand and outwards over the rest of my body. It was as though the whole of Potter’s magic was slowly infiltrating my body to intoxicate me with his power. I felt like I…

Like I was holding a part of him.

It felt so good…

I snapped out of my stupor when Umbridge sent me off to fetch Snape. I don’t know entirely why because I wasn’t really listening to her, but I did as I was told anyway. As I got off the windowsill, I slipped Potter’s wand carefully into my pocket and patted it to my leg.

It was such a comforting weight, next to my own wand.

I tried to take my time with finding Snape, not wanting to waste a moment of the feeling that the simple possession of Potter’s wand was giving me.

It sounds almost sick, but I can’t help it…it just felt so right to me.

When I did find Snape, I gave him some kind of garbled message about Umbridge and Potter and he gave me a stern but incredulous look before following me back to the scene.

Then Umbridge completely lost her mind. She tried to order Snape to administer Veritaserum on Potter. She must have been mad because first off, no one orders Snape but Dumbledore, and second, Veristaserum use on a student is illegal.

Then Snape went on to admit to everyone that he had given her his only vial earlier in the year and scolded her for using the whole thing on Potter. I had to try really hard not to laugh at the absurdity of the whole situation. My eyes darted to Potter who only seemed mildly surprised at the admission that they had tried to hoodwink him into drinking a truth potion.

Honestly, it blows me away what he gets up to when I’m not around.

I need to follow him more closely….

Anyway, before Snape left us Potter yelled out something strange to him. He said something about “Padfoot” being in trouble at the Ministry. I stared at him and tried to decipher his gibberish but I can’t…

I don’t know who this “Padfoot” is, but whoever it is, or whatever, Potter was desperate. I’ve never seen him look so desperate in any situation before. He’s always forceful and demanding… never scared. His eyes were pleading to Snape but he only showed mild recognition before turning on his heel and leaving…

Then Umbridge reeled on Potter again and started berating him with questions about this “Padfoot” and what he knew. He refused to answer a word and then she proved her madness beyond any reasonable doubt. She claimed that she could “crucio” it out of him.

SHE WAS ABOUT TO USE THE UNFORGIVABLE CURSES ON HIM TO GET AN ANSWER. RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.

My eyes widened and I felt a strange look creep across my face. It was probably due to the fact that I was fighting with myself not to give away my emotions, but feeling the intense need to bite her head off. I just remember staring at her with a kind of hunger to attack that I think only feral creatures can feel…. Maybe like a Werewolf.

I remember thinking “Go ahead… go ahead and try it, then see what I do to you…Just give me a reason…” before Granger burst out into tears and started rambling about some kind of ‘weapon’ they were keeping hidden for the Order or something like that. I’ve no idea what she was saying, I don’t understand “distraught-girl-speak”.

Something about the word “weapon” hit me though. I stared at the mudblood, the wildness not yet gone from my eyes. I felt so strange in that moment. I think it might have had something to do with the overwhelming feeling of Potter’s wand next to mine, in my possession… that’s the only way I can explain it.

Then Granger told her that she would take her to the location of this weapon. Umbridge agreed and I realized that she planned to take Potter and Granger alone. This did not sit well with me. I suggested I go with them but she waved the idea away, saying something about she was quite capable of handling two unarmed under-aged wizards on her own.

I hadn’t suggested accompanying them to protect HER. I wanted to go along to protect POTTER. The problem was that he was unarmed and in her lunatic clutches. That’s what was bothering me.

But I had no choice. I watched Potter leave with a sobbing mudblood and a psychotic pink fairy, before turning back to my spot at the window. I glared around at Potter’s stupid friends in the room. Why were they so special that they got to spend so much time with him and go along on all of his adventures??

I didn’t have long to think on that though, because before I knew it the stupid “soldiers” were throwing hexes back and forth and I found myself watching my friends fall to the ground either stunned or hexed. I went for my wand but it was too late.

The stupid She-Weasel cast the bat bogey hex on me and then did the unthinkable.

SHE TOOK POTTER’S WAND FROM ME.

She just TOOK it! From my POCKET!

Not only does it disgust me that she had her grubby little hands in my pocket and so close to me, but that she took his wand from him herself and ran off down the hall while I dealt with the stupid hex she put on me.

That was NOT the way it was supposed to happen!

Potter was supposed to come back and take his wand from me PERSONALLY! If he wouldn’t do that then I would have kept it forever.

But now the little rodent is going to go running up to him and hand him back his power and there’ll be music and rejoicing and he’ll love her and have even less time or thought for me.

It’s unbelievable how someone so unimpressive can make me feel so insignificant.

I am NOT insignificant.

I’m not…

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I’m shaking from how angry I am right now. I’m past words. I’m beside myself with rage and yet I can’t even… I….

POTTER GOT MY FATHER THROWN INTO AZKABAN!

HE GOT MY FATHER THROWN INTO WIZARD PRIZON!!!!

In one SWIFT move and ONE MEANINGLESS NIGHT he managed to DESTROY the Malfoy reputation, TEAR APART my family, THROW MY FATHER INTO PRISON, put MY life and my MOTHER’S life in MORTAL PERIL and yet STILL manage to come out the hero!

HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT HE’S DONE.

I’m going to kill him. I have to kill him.

NO ONE disrespects the Malfoy family like that and gets away with it.

THIS is NOT acceptable!!

I found him. I saw him and he stopped dead and stared at me like I stared at him. I think for the first time he saw me and he was a little bit uncomfortable. I looked around and then I said it. I said it and I meant it.

“You’re dead, Potter.”

Just like that. I told him. I warned him. This is a matter of family, this is a matter of blood and reputation and honour and Potter CANNOT argue with that!!

He is FORCING me into this!! HE DOESN’T UNDERSTAND!

Now I HAVE to become what I hate! I HAVE to become my father and I HAVE to exact revenge. I HAVE TO.

“I’ll have you!”……… I don’t even know what I meant by that!! I want him… I do so much but I can’t anymore! I can’t want him! Not like that! I’m still a Malfoy and I can’t be the little boy with a crush anymore…. I have to become a man and get him back for what he’s done…

He doesn’t see it… he has never even taken a moment to try and understand my motivations. He doesn’t understand a thing about how it works in my family, in my LIFE. My father does what he has to do. My mother and I don’t face the danger that we could because he does these things.

HE TOOK MY FATHER AWAY AND LEFT ME WITHOUT A SHIELD IN OPEN FIRE.

I hate what my father is and was. I hate everything about it but I never questioned him. I never did because I know the way the world works. It’s not all posies and licorice wands! GOOD DOES NOT ALWAYS CONQUER EVIL.

Hell, there is NO good without evil! WHY can’t he understand that you don’t always have a choice to pick a side… people make sacrifices to protect those they love, or at least those they need…

Perhaps my father doesn’t love me, but he did what he had to do to protect his family. He is STILL my father, Death-Eater or not.

Potter cannot see these things. He doesn’t look past his nose to the future to understand what consequences his actions might have. “Kill the Dark Lord! Destroy the Death-Eaters! Bring “good” back to power and screw the families of those who had no choice in what they were doing!”

Potter is no righteous saviour, he’s just a blind, emotional and irrational teenager with a superiority complex.

I know I’m not going to make it out of this alive… not by the end of it. I’m not going to make it and I hope that by the end of it he realizes that my blood is on his hands.

And I hope it kills him inside, like he’s killed me.

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Trip Home

I tried to ambush Potter on the train. I don’t know what I was thinking, because it was really a foolish move in the long run, but I was distraught. I don’t want to have to do what I think I do…. But he’s left me with no options. I have NOWHERE to turn now… I don’t know what to do…

So I tried to hex him… and then I got attacked and hexed by a compartment full of his stupid “DA” members…

It kills me that he can have an entire army at his beck and call to defend him if he needs it, but I have no one now. I’m supposed to be the leader of my group of Slytherins but do you think that any one of them, any SINGLE one, would willingly risk their neck to save mine?

NOT ONE.

I’m…. I’m actually fighting back tears.

I haven’t had the urge to cry in ages. I DON’T CRY.

WHY CAN’T I JUST HATE HIM? WHY CAN’T I JUST HATE HIM AND KILL HIM AND FORGET EVERYTHING ELSE?

Why is it so hard? Why do I have to be alone in this…

I don’t know what to do.

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A/N: ahhh that was hard to write. So, what does Draco end up doing? I bet you it’s not what you think it is. At least not entirely, ehehehe. Well we’ll have to wait and seeeeeee! OMG SIXTH BOOK UP NEXT! I have to go and reread it now hahaha *ded*
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