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Two Worlds Collide
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters contained in this story, except for the Dante’s. The LeBeau’s are property of Marvel Inc. DO not sue me, I don’t have any money anyway. This disclaimer will be shown once, at the beginning (as if you didn’t know where you were) and if you need to read it again, you’ll find it here. At the Beginning.
Two Worlds Collide
Chapter 1: Old Acquaintances
Malfoy Manor
10:47 p.m. August 29th 1997.
The mansion loomed over the darkened grounds of Wiltshire, England during one of the intense thunderstorms to hit since the New Year. The dark home belonged to none other than the Malfoy’s, standing for generations before its current inhabitants. It’s circa 1903 gothic arched windows were like eyes into the Devils Workshop. For the dealings conversed (and acted out) behind its cement walls were nothing if not evil.
Peering out one of these windows of the uppermost floors was the youngest member of the Malfoy bloodline. His platinum hair fell into his mercurial eyes with every tilt of his head while watching the rain bands trickle down the window. Sighing deeply, he tapped his long fingers along the sill growing impatient waiting for the arrival of the guests his father had invited over for dinner. Draco knew why his father invited the mysterious family over; it wasn’t to socialize, it was business. His father had drilled the Malfoy standards into his brain from the cradle ‘Always have control over everything within arms reach at all times.’ And that was precisely what this meeting was all about. Lucius wanted control over the actions of a newly initiated Death Eater.
His father had been let out of Azkaban at the beginning of Draco’s sixth year. The Dementors, who controlled the dealings at Azkaban Prison, were back under the vice like grip of Lord Voldemort enabling his father’s release. No, Voldemort could not commence with his plans until his favorite Death Eater was standing back at his side (where Lucius was intended to be.) And that night was, according to Draco, the first meeting the Dark Lord had held which was preceded by many nights alone in the Manor with just his mother. Lucius was just a shadow in the halls, Draco only ever seeing him at 3 a.m. (on the many restless nights Draco had) or at the crack of dawn. Draco was still undecided whether or not he missed or enjoyed his vacant father.
Lord Voldemort had begun to place his nefarious Death Eaters strategically over the entirety of Europe waiting for his signal to strike. Draco had arrived home from both Knockturn and Diagon Alley having picked up his seventh year supplies when Lucius was summoned by the Dark Lord. An hour later, Lucius was at Draco’s door telling him that one of the three most influential pure blood wizarding families was to grace the halls of Malfoy Manor and that the plans were finally set.
Draco wasn’t prepared for the arrival of the Zabini family. Sure, the Zabini’s were an extremely old and respected pure blooded family, but Blaise and his kin had always remained neutral in regards to Death Eater dealings. As far as Draco knew, Blaise hadn’t received his Mark, and didn’t intend on receiving one. During the summer holiday from Hogwarts, Draco had in fact been brought before Voldemort and given the opportunity to shine. He had one simple task to complete before being initiated.
He had to obtain a sample of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley’s hair. How on Merlin’s green earth he was to do this, he had no idea. But it wasn’t in Malfoy tradition to question anything that concerned the Dark Lord and his musings. He supposed he could just pick a fight and provoke Potter, the Weasel and the Mudblood into a physical fight but didn’t want to waste his energy on such trivial matters. No, his plans for obtaining these items would not fall under any ridiculous actions on his part.
Hell, as far as Draco knew, it was just a mindless task to see how effective he could plan and execute in a limited amount of time. But Draco had a gut feeling, which he learned long ago, to abide by. This was some serious dealings he was being caught up in, and he’d be damned if he gave off any slight vibe that he might not be able to accomplish his task.
Snapping Draco out of his musings was Blaise entering the heir’s chambers. He walked over to Draco silently stuffing his hands into his pockets as he approached the window and its waning rain spatters. Draco looked toward his longtime friend and studied his face. It was a look Draco had never seen on him before. Blaise’s eyebrows were pinched together as though he were deep in thought. In the many years of evil schemes and planning the demise of inter-house rivals, it had seemed to Draco that conniving came naturally to the darker wizard. Blaise stared off into the raining night and closed his honey gold eyes and his deep melodic Italian accented voice filled the room.
“You know this upcoming war was never a part of who and what I wanted to become. I never wanted my heritage nor my family name to become smeared in the filth that is to become the most vicious wars ever to grace the wizarding world. Unfortunately, for the prosperity of my name,” his eyes opened quickly and swiveled smoothly to Draco’s wider shade of grey, his silky voice softening “and for my life, I must do what is needed of me. I go tomorrow night…” Blaise didn’t want to finish the sentence and he was sure Draco knew his meaning.
Nodding solemnly, Draco put a hand on Blaise’s shoulder and gripped it once firmly in camaraderie. “It is what is needed of us. We were born into this, and the consequences of what we will do determine who we will be. Not who we follow.”
Snorting ungracefully Blaise retorted, “Liar. Give me some respect here, Drake. I know to whom your loyalties lay.”
“True,” Draco replied, sending Blaise a look of pity. “But I did not want you to get involved in this as well. And I swear, if you let anyone know I said that, I’ll kill you before your initiation.” Blaise smiled and continued to stare into the darkened night. Just as Draco was going to say something, Blaise’s head snapped up and eyes were alert as Draco realized that he sensed something had changed in the house.
Blaise always knew everything going on within a two mile radius of his person. Draco had learned at an early age, you can keep nothing from the Italian. Along with the thirst for knowing every ones issues and secrets, Draco also knew that no one could strangle a smidgeon of information from Blaise Zabini. The man was a vault. Of course Blaise used this to his advantage, making a small fortune in one year at Hogwarts using his anonymity to gather valuable information; for the right price, mind you. No one knew Blaise lurked in the shadows listening to anything and everything, unless he wanted you to know he was there.
Blaise turned and walked for the door. Draco cocked an eyebrow in question but without saying a word Blaise replied, “Someone just arrived.”
“How in bloody hell did you know I was going to ask that? Do you sense a change in your immediate atmosphere when someone changes facial expressions?”
Blaise turned and smirked, a thick, though neatly arched eyebrow quirking up at his friend’s sudden interest in his skills of deduction. “You know I’ll never tell.”
“Do you know who father was inviting?”
“Of course I do.” Draco rolled his eyes and muttered an ‘I’m not surprised.’
They began walking down the corridor towards the stairs, an intimidating sight for any onlookers.
Though they were both the same height, they were complete opposites of each other. Draco had blonde shoulder length hair which glinted in the light where Blaise had short black hair which was spiked in an unruly fashion. His eyes were that of honey gold, Draco’s were a very light grey; both changing shades with their mood or attitude (a possible trait of pure blood families). Their skin, Draco’s as light as the finest alabaster, and Blaise’s a very dark olive. Draco had a very light frame, being able to dodge anything thrown his way, his muscles were defined when he wanted them to be; where Blaise was very broad and had the deepest muscle formation anyone of his 195 pounds.
“Well, who is it?” Draco asked, growing impatient.
Their black cloaks fluttered behind them in a non-existent wind and Blaise smirked. “The Dante’s” was his reply.
Draco’s eyes darkened to the deepest shade of grey. The last time he had seen Lili Dante was before magic school. Draco recalled his last thought of her (he never realized he had stopped thinking about the Dante’s) was during his first encounter with Potter. At the recollection of the school, Durmstrang Institute for Magic, Draco’s nostrils flared with annoyance. He wanted so badly to go to Durmstrang that he had not talked to his father for months after being sent to Hogwarts. That is until Lucius sent him a nasty little message about keeping an eye on things there, and then things were right as rain.
They were at the Zabini Estate when Draco and Blaise had gotten on Lili’s last nerve. If Draco’s memory served him correctly, which of course it did, they had tormented the poor girl endlessly by stealing her doll and having her chase the boys through the Estate (located in Palermo, Italy) which sat on steep cliff overlooking nasty jagged bluffs.
Flashback
“Come one Drake! Give it back!” Lili cried, her curly brown hair bouncing as she ran around the Magnussen Valenza dining room table (the table usually sat 10-15.)
“Come on Drake! Give it back!!” Blaise mimicked as he ran from Lili who struggled to keep up. He caught the doll in his left hand as Draco threw it towards him.
“What’s wrong, Lili? Getting tired? Do you need to rest for a minute to gather your strength?” Draco jeered as Blaise ran through the Versailles glass doors, onto the veranda and into the massive expanse of green landscaping that was the majority of the property.
As Lili stopped, she wiped the sweat form her brow and put her hands on her knees breathing hard.
She looked out into the backyard where she saw Blaise and Draco tossing the doll back and forth over the hundred foot plunge into the Mediterranean Sea. She gasped and ran for the cliffs edge despite the agonizing stitch in her side. Running was not something the Dante’s did. At all. No one made any of the Dante family run.
“Please!” Lili said, running towards the two boys who were laughing at her now red face. “Don’t drop her! Mother gave her to me for my…”
“Oops.” Draco raised his empty hands while Blaise mimicked him. They both sneered at the smaller girl as she began to cry, fat tears rolling down her fat cheeks.
End Flashback
Draco smirked as they descended the stairs. This was going to be interesting.
Chapter 1: Old Acquaintances
Malfoy Manor
10:47 p.m. August 29th 1997.
The mansion loomed over the darkened grounds of Wiltshire, England during one of the intense thunderstorms to hit since the New Year. The dark home belonged to none other than the Malfoy’s, standing for generations before its current inhabitants. It’s circa 1903 gothic arched windows were like eyes into the Devils Workshop. For the dealings conversed (and acted out) behind its cement walls were nothing if not evil.
Peering out one of these windows of the uppermost floors was the youngest member of the Malfoy bloodline. His platinum hair fell into his mercurial eyes with every tilt of his head while watching the rain bands trickle down the window. Sighing deeply, he tapped his long fingers along the sill growing impatient waiting for the arrival of the guests his father had invited over for dinner. Draco knew why his father invited the mysterious family over; it wasn’t to socialize, it was business. His father had drilled the Malfoy standards into his brain from the cradle ‘Always have control over everything within arms reach at all times.’ And that was precisely what this meeting was all about. Lucius wanted control over the actions of a newly initiated Death Eater.
His father had been let out of Azkaban at the beginning of Draco’s sixth year. The Dementors, who controlled the dealings at Azkaban Prison, were back under the vice like grip of Lord Voldemort enabling his father’s release. No, Voldemort could not commence with his plans until his favorite Death Eater was standing back at his side (where Lucius was intended to be.) And that night was, according to Draco, the first meeting the Dark Lord had held which was preceded by many nights alone in the Manor with just his mother. Lucius was just a shadow in the halls, Draco only ever seeing him at 3 a.m. (on the many restless nights Draco had) or at the crack of dawn. Draco was still undecided whether or not he missed or enjoyed his vacant father.
Lord Voldemort had begun to place his nefarious Death Eaters strategically over the entirety of Europe waiting for his signal to strike. Draco had arrived home from both Knockturn and Diagon Alley having picked up his seventh year supplies when Lucius was summoned by the Dark Lord. An hour later, Lucius was at Draco’s door telling him that one of the three most influential pure blood wizarding families was to grace the halls of Malfoy Manor and that the plans were finally set.
Draco wasn’t prepared for the arrival of the Zabini family. Sure, the Zabini’s were an extremely old and respected pure blooded family, but Blaise and his kin had always remained neutral in regards to Death Eater dealings. As far as Draco knew, Blaise hadn’t received his Mark, and didn’t intend on receiving one. During the summer holiday from Hogwarts, Draco had in fact been brought before Voldemort and given the opportunity to shine. He had one simple task to complete before being initiated.
He had to obtain a sample of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley’s hair. How on Merlin’s green earth he was to do this, he had no idea. But it wasn’t in Malfoy tradition to question anything that concerned the Dark Lord and his musings. He supposed he could just pick a fight and provoke Potter, the Weasel and the Mudblood into a physical fight but didn’t want to waste his energy on such trivial matters. No, his plans for obtaining these items would not fall under any ridiculous actions on his part.
Hell, as far as Draco knew, it was just a mindless task to see how effective he could plan and execute in a limited amount of time. But Draco had a gut feeling, which he learned long ago, to abide by. This was some serious dealings he was being caught up in, and he’d be damned if he gave off any slight vibe that he might not be able to accomplish his task.
Snapping Draco out of his musings was Blaise entering the heir’s chambers. He walked over to Draco silently stuffing his hands into his pockets as he approached the window and its waning rain spatters. Draco looked toward his longtime friend and studied his face. It was a look Draco had never seen on him before. Blaise’s eyebrows were pinched together as though he were deep in thought. In the many years of evil schemes and planning the demise of inter-house rivals, it had seemed to Draco that conniving came naturally to the darker wizard. Blaise stared off into the raining night and closed his honey gold eyes and his deep melodic Italian accented voice filled the room.
“You know this upcoming war was never a part of who and what I wanted to become. I never wanted my heritage nor my family name to become smeared in the filth that is to become the most vicious wars ever to grace the wizarding world. Unfortunately, for the prosperity of my name,” his eyes opened quickly and swiveled smoothly to Draco’s wider shade of grey, his silky voice softening “and for my life, I must do what is needed of me. I go tomorrow night…” Blaise didn’t want to finish the sentence and he was sure Draco knew his meaning.
Nodding solemnly, Draco put a hand on Blaise’s shoulder and gripped it once firmly in camaraderie. “It is what is needed of us. We were born into this, and the consequences of what we will do determine who we will be. Not who we follow.”
Snorting ungracefully Blaise retorted, “Liar. Give me some respect here, Drake. I know to whom your loyalties lay.”
“True,” Draco replied, sending Blaise a look of pity. “But I did not want you to get involved in this as well. And I swear, if you let anyone know I said that, I’ll kill you before your initiation.” Blaise smiled and continued to stare into the darkened night. Just as Draco was going to say something, Blaise’s head snapped up and eyes were alert as Draco realized that he sensed something had changed in the house.
Blaise always knew everything going on within a two mile radius of his person. Draco had learned at an early age, you can keep nothing from the Italian. Along with the thirst for knowing every ones issues and secrets, Draco also knew that no one could strangle a smidgeon of information from Blaise Zabini. The man was a vault. Of course Blaise used this to his advantage, making a small fortune in one year at Hogwarts using his anonymity to gather valuable information; for the right price, mind you. No one knew Blaise lurked in the shadows listening to anything and everything, unless he wanted you to know he was there.
Blaise turned and walked for the door. Draco cocked an eyebrow in question but without saying a word Blaise replied, “Someone just arrived.”
“How in bloody hell did you know I was going to ask that? Do you sense a change in your immediate atmosphere when someone changes facial expressions?”
Blaise turned and smirked, a thick, though neatly arched eyebrow quirking up at his friend’s sudden interest in his skills of deduction. “You know I’ll never tell.”
“Do you know who father was inviting?”
“Of course I do.” Draco rolled his eyes and muttered an ‘I’m not surprised.’
They began walking down the corridor towards the stairs, an intimidating sight for any onlookers.
Though they were both the same height, they were complete opposites of each other. Draco had blonde shoulder length hair which glinted in the light where Blaise had short black hair which was spiked in an unruly fashion. His eyes were that of honey gold, Draco’s were a very light grey; both changing shades with their mood or attitude (a possible trait of pure blood families). Their skin, Draco’s as light as the finest alabaster, and Blaise’s a very dark olive. Draco had a very light frame, being able to dodge anything thrown his way, his muscles were defined when he wanted them to be; where Blaise was very broad and had the deepest muscle formation anyone of his 195 pounds.
“Well, who is it?” Draco asked, growing impatient.
Their black cloaks fluttered behind them in a non-existent wind and Blaise smirked. “The Dante’s” was his reply.
Draco’s eyes darkened to the deepest shade of grey. The last time he had seen Lili Dante was before magic school. Draco recalled his last thought of her (he never realized he had stopped thinking about the Dante’s) was during his first encounter with Potter. At the recollection of the school, Durmstrang Institute for Magic, Draco’s nostrils flared with annoyance. He wanted so badly to go to Durmstrang that he had not talked to his father for months after being sent to Hogwarts. That is until Lucius sent him a nasty little message about keeping an eye on things there, and then things were right as rain.
They were at the Zabini Estate when Draco and Blaise had gotten on Lili’s last nerve. If Draco’s memory served him correctly, which of course it did, they had tormented the poor girl endlessly by stealing her doll and having her chase the boys through the Estate (located in Palermo, Italy) which sat on steep cliff overlooking nasty jagged bluffs.
Flashback
“Come one Drake! Give it back!” Lili cried, her curly brown hair bouncing as she ran around the Magnussen Valenza dining room table (the table usually sat 10-15.)
“Come on Drake! Give it back!!” Blaise mimicked as he ran from Lili who struggled to keep up. He caught the doll in his left hand as Draco threw it towards him.
“What’s wrong, Lili? Getting tired? Do you need to rest for a minute to gather your strength?” Draco jeered as Blaise ran through the Versailles glass doors, onto the veranda and into the massive expanse of green landscaping that was the majority of the property.
As Lili stopped, she wiped the sweat form her brow and put her hands on her knees breathing hard.
She looked out into the backyard where she saw Blaise and Draco tossing the doll back and forth over the hundred foot plunge into the Mediterranean Sea. She gasped and ran for the cliffs edge despite the agonizing stitch in her side. Running was not something the Dante’s did. At all. No one made any of the Dante family run.
“Please!” Lili said, running towards the two boys who were laughing at her now red face. “Don’t drop her! Mother gave her to me for my…”
“Oops.” Draco raised his empty hands while Blaise mimicked him. They both sneered at the smaller girl as she began to cry, fat tears rolling down her fat cheeks.
End Flashback
Draco smirked as they descended the stairs. This was going to be interesting.