Plot; Draco Malfoy

Chapter 2 - The Letter

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Draco Lucius Malfoy

-----one days later-----

-----morning-----

-----draco's room-----

"You don't get it, do you?" I yelled, yanking open the door of my closet,
"Yes, I do, but you know damn well we can't do anything about it!" my mother snapped, tired of me whining about the idea which the Dark Lord initiated.

"No, you don't!" I argued, throwing my shirt at her,
"Enough! That behavior is unacceptable, young man! I will not tolerate you treating me like this! Now, shut your mouth and pack up while I go down to Diagon Alley and fetch you some dress robes," she ordered and left, slamming the door behind her in a furious manner.

I packed the rest of my belongings into the large trunk, sitting on my bed, and sat right next to it, awaiting my mother to come back with new dress robes.

I used to go to all those ridiculous balls and dances but stopped after I realized how pointless it was. Anyway, I didn't have any dress robes, well, ones that fit me at least.

-----about half an hour later-----

The door to my room swung open as my father barged in, "Draco, I expect you aren't very pleased as to the Dark Lord choices, but we need you to obey. We need you to do this right," he stated; I shrugged my arms in response.

"I want you to make this whole act as believable as possible, for Dumbledore is probably suspecting you and Kingsley of having something to do with the Dark Lord. Am I understood?" he questioned,

"Yes, father. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to be alone," I said with a forced smile; he left without a word.

-----later that day-----

"Here, do you like it?" my mother questioned while handing me the brand new dress robes she bought,

"They're fine,I guess," I muttered in response.

Kingsley Salaway

-----1st of September, 1991-----

----morning-----

-----kingsley's room-----

I fixed my Slytherin tie, pulled my sleeves down to cover the mark on my forearm, brushed my hair. I gave myself one last glance in the mirror before grabbing my bag and shutting the door behind me as I left.

"How do you feel about the whole plan?" my mother asked when I entered the dining room, "Well, if I'm honest, I think it's rubbish,"
I grumbled,
"Quit whinging, would you?" my father snarled,
"Just saying how I feel about it," I shrugged.

"Do you want anything to eat?" my mother changed the subject,
"No, I'll eat on the train," I answered coldly; my father rolled his eyes,
"OK, I guess we can leave then," he said sharply.

We apparated to King's Cross; the 9 3/4 sign hung high above our heads. It was colder than usual, and the cool air bit my cheeks, causing them to turn rosy.

"I want you to do your best, OK?" my dad asked, putting a hand on my arm, "Of course, Dad," I mumbled, "I love you."

And with that, he turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

I took a deep breath before striding inside.

Draco Lucius Malfoy

"Take care, my boy," my mother cupped my cheeks with her cold, pale hands,
"I will," I assured her,
"I love you," she whispered, "Just promise me that you'll stay safe," she said a tear rolling down her cheek,
"I promise."