Memoirs of a Serpent's Son

Memoirs of a Serpent’s Son

--Age 13—part 3

Halloween/First Trip to Hogsmeade

I went into Hogsmeade today. I think it was well placed because it happens to be Halloween as well, so I got to buy a load of sweets from Honeydukes. But the whole trip wasn’t really as great as it could have been.

I spotted Weasel and the mudblood walking around together but I wasn’t even in a proper mood to go and taunt them. We went into Three Broomsticks for some butterbeer, mind you. That was good. I’ve decided I love the stuff. I don’t know why but it made the sinking feelings I’ve been having in my stomach lately vanish and replaced them with warmth and comfort.

Pansy insisted on coming with me to the Shrieking Shack. She said she was far too frightened to go on her own, but I think it was just a sad excuse to get to be able to latch onto my arm (my good arm thankfully). I groaned inwardly but played the macho man and smirked at Crabbe and Goyle. She buried her face in my chest, claiming that it was too scary.

Honestly, it’s just a run-down old house off in the distance. If she was going to lie, she could have claimed she was cold or something instead. It might have made her seem a little cleverer.

Perhaps I’m too demanding of her though… maybe I’ve just got incredibly high standards… or maybe I’m just comparing her unfairly to Po-…

What the hell am I saying??

We went back into town and I shook her off at Zonko’s. She apparently doesn’t care much for tricks. I don’t mind. I love them. I didn’t buy anything though… Wish I had. Just to have something to show for it.

I decided to head back to Hogwarts early. I thought maybe I could get in some quality taunting time with Potter (who’d been alone all day) before dinner. I had to pass by the Dementors again and nearly fainted from the way the pain spread through me, but I decided that I would not sink as low as Potter and I made it through.

Besides, I couldn’t keep on teasing him about having fainted if I fainted as well, now could I?

Fainting would simply have been an inconvenience to me and my plans.

Once I’d gotten back to the castle, mind you, Potter was nowhere to be seen. I didn’t see him until the Feast, actually. It was rather disappointing. Perhaps he had holed himself up in his room all day, too embarrassed to face the world.

I don’t know. I think school is dampening my ability to formulate proper theories.

So we ate. I was glad for the good food. I was starved. I’d taken to this unhealthy habit of not eating much. I don’t know why, but that sinking feeling makes me feel as though I’ve got no appetite.

After dinner we all filtered back to our dormitories. I wasn’t in the mood for talking with anyone. I just wanted to get into bed and sleep, but that didn’t last long. We were all called back to the Great Hall because –apparently –Sirius Black had made it into the school and destroyed the portrait at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower or something.

Dumbledore decided that it would be safer for all the students in the school to sleep in the Great Hall, under the supervision of the Head Boy and Head Girl –along with different teachers –until the whole matter is cleared up. Right.

Set up ALL the students in ONE PLACE together so that if Black decides he feels like coming back, he won’t have any trouble finding anyone at all. Good plan.

Very well thought out.

The old man conjured up tons of purple sleeping bags and we all got set up. I watched Potter from somewhere in the crowd and hurried to the row of bags not to far from him. I wasn’t close enough so that he would be suspicious, but I could see him from where I was.

I laid down on my front (in case I was to have another one of those dreams) and watched him sleep. He seemed so calm…I can’t understand how.

He just found out that Sirius Black made it into Hogwarts. Black supposedly wants to kill him and he is completely unbothered by this?

Maybe Potter is better at hiding his thoughts than I’ve previously given him credit for. Or maybe I just can’t see his face properly from this angle.

I bit my lip and shifted onto my side so that my bad arm was on top of the sleeping bag.

I better not have another one of those dreams… not now. Not here. Not with Potter so close…

*****

Quidditch –Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff

The weather has been terrible. It looks as though the castle grounds have been subject to intense hurricanes non-stop for the past…well for longer than I can even calculate right now. I was supposed to play in a Quidditch match against Gryffindor today, but managed to get off of that because of my arm and all.

You should have seen the look on Potter’s face. He looked as though he’d been struck by lightning. Which is ironic since he probably will be sometime in this game.

I found myself a seat in the stands and waited for the inevitable. The whole game was like waiting for a disaster to happen. The players were drenched and frozen. It was hard to tell which player was on which team because of the sleet and the grey of the storm. The rain was like knives as it fell too. I could imagine that Potter must have been like a flying statue out there.

I kept my eyes on him the whole time. He was having a great deal of trouble maneuvering and staying on track in the intense winds. I made some comments back and forth with my friends, laughing and pointing at him, as though this was all great fun and I’m so clever for getting out of playing. If Potter were less noble he might have thought to do the same.

In any case, I watched him closely, secretly wanting him to win, just so I could face him in the air again, but outwardly cheering on Hufflepuff. It didn’t matter what I said, mind you. The roar of the storm was too loud to hear anything at all.

Then it happened. The sky grew darker –if it was possible –and the air stood still. Black shadows swirled in around the pitch. The Dementors all looked up and seemed to concentrate their power on Potter. I don’t know why I felt that way; I could just as easily feel the pull of their power taking all my happiness, but it looked as though they were aiming for Potter.

I watched, motionless and mouth open, at the scene that unfolded. Potter’s body slackened –not the way a Quidditch player’s body should ever be during a match –and he started to fall to the side. It all happened as though in slow motion. His legs let go of the broom and he started to fall through the air, streaking through the grey sky in his red and gold jersey.

I felt my heart stop and my breath catch in my chest, though I’m sure that it was just because of the Dementors’ effect on me. Dumbledore managed to catch him near the ground with a spell and I couldn’t help but stare at him. Everything stopped and the world felt unreal. It felt like a dream and I almost wanted to pinch myself just to make sure that I was indeed awake, but I refrained from doing so.

And then I was back in the common room. I missed the whole trip back but I made it there. The Slytherins were celebrating Gryffindor’s defeat and jolted me back to life. They cheered for me. I wondered why, because I hadn’t caused the storm and I had not called the Dementors but I accepted it nonetheless.

I let myself get into the celebration and finally removed my bandages for it. I knew I still shouldn’t –honestly I’d been told to keep them on –but I had gotten sick of them and threw them aside. There is still a faint scar on my arm, but that’s alright.

Potter’s not the only one with a scar anymore.

*****

I HATE WEASEL. I HATE HIM! I WANT TO CURSE HIM AND SEND HIM BACK TO THAT DUMP THAT HE CAME FROM! I ---……..

…………………

Ok…. I’ve calmed myself down a bit.

I went around all week telling people I was overjoyed that Potter fell from his broom and lost the match. I made more remarks about his relationship with the Dementors and kind of rubbed it in the Gryffindors’ faces that they had lost and may be out of the running for the Quidditch Cup… and to Hufflepuff no less.

It’s the way I do things. They should be fully aware of that by now but Weasel just DOESN’T GET IT. He’s too damn thick-headed to get it! Bloody hell!

I said something in Potions today and then the little git whipped a CROCODILE HEART at me! It hit me in the FACE! That’s disgusting!!

Does he know where that thing has BEEN?? And he throws it at my FACE?!

Snape gave him a detention and took fifty points from Gryffindor for it but STILL! He should be punished further!

He gets to go around all day with Potter and have their merry little fun times, being all Gryffindor-like and saving the day whilst I have to trudge through, forcing my way into people’s attention and dealing with idiots who throw Potions ingredients at me. He’s got nothing to complain about! He doesn’t know what it’s like to have to put on a show for everyone around him! He doesn’t know what it’s like for no one to understand him and yet think they know him perfectly! He doesn’t know how painful it is to be FULLY IGNORED by the ONLY person whose attentions he’s been trying to get for YEARS!

He has NO CLUE and so he has NO RIGHT to complain.

Not that I’ve been trying to get anyone’s attention for years. I’m not that desperate.

Am I?

……

Malfoys are never desperate.

******

I found out that my father went to the Ministry to deal with my case. He called for a hearing to put the Hippogriff’s actions on trial. I told him that wasn’t really necessary but he scolded me for that.

Father said that if we let people get away with such reckless endangerments of our lives and such disrespect for our family than the Malfoys would not be who we are today. He said that things like this need to be done to remind people of our position in society, as well as their own. He said that it would be much more foolish to let the event slip by without punishment than it is to actually put a beast on trial.

I didn’t argue with him. Father has been doing this a lot longer than I have, so I assume that he’s right and knows what is best. That and even if I did argue, all it would likely get me is a punishment.

I bet Potter is angry. He probably wants to kill me now. Seems like the kind of thing he’d want: save the life of a stupid Hippogriff over Draco Malfoy.

Yeah. That’s about right.

Damn Potter…no one every puts a beasts life ahead of mine. No one.

How can he be such an idiot? How can he not see??

Just…. Never mind.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! I think Draco is getting a little more angsty there O_O But I guess that’s just teenage hormones. It’s going to go up and down (like seems natural in the teen years) between happy/mischievous to angry/hurt I think. Anyway, please review! I love feedback and all your wonderful comments! *love*

And to my wonderful reviewers:

CiraArana: your comments are awesome! I love your thoughts and theories and suggestions! A lot of the little things will get explained, or at least make sense though you are right about the polyjuice potion thing. It was an oversight on my part that I didn’t explain his reaction properly lol In my mind I just figured that since Draco grew up in the wizarding world and exposed to all these advanced dark magics and such that things like that wouldn’t surprise him or phase him at all haha but I should have mentioned it *hangs head in shame* lol

Thrnbrooke: you make me squee! Always reviewing and just making me feel loved, hehe *hug*

Snarry-lover: Thank you! And as for the punishments (also to everyone else who asked this) you will be finding out eventually alllllll about what Lucius Malfoy does to his son. Damn that Malfoy pride haha

Kurai, HPDMkawii and Danine: Thank you thank you!! There will be plenty more and lots of revelations (I hope hehe)

WeasleyWench: thank you!! I’m glad you like it and your story rocked! Haha

XxgoldenfirexX: Thanks! I’m glad you liked his view of puberty! I figured to him it would just seem like a great inconvenience hehe :D

Ahh I hope I didn’t forget anyone X_X I love you all!