Putting Trust into the Wrong Man

Chapter 19: The Misunderstood Boy

A young, handsome blonde boy walked to the front gates of a large house in the off skirts of a wizarding neighborhood. He opened the large iron gates and walked upon the walkway on the dreary rainy day. He opened the front door and stepped inside the basically unfurnished house, there were chairs and tables around, but nowhere comfortable to sit.

He went upstairs and into his room, his Eurasian eagle owl sat peacefully in her cage as she nibbled on some crumbs, the boy went to his desk drawer grabbing more and placing them in the cage. He sat on his bed and picked up a book to continue reading.

It wasn't long until he was called by his mother.

"Draco! Could you come down please?" Narcissa Malfoy called to her son.

Draco sighed as he got off his bed and went down the stairs, frustrated he couldn't be left alone.

"What is it?" He looked to his mother and father, they were dressed in business clothes and immediately knew where they were going, "I thought you were done working for him."

Narcissa sighed, it had been Draco's first year at Hogwarts and he was home for Christmas, "Draco, you know how powerful he is, we will only be gone for a little bit." Narcissa kissed Dracos forehead, "and if we're not back early tonight, Merry Christmas."

His father stayed silent and led Narcissa out of the house while Draco went back to his room. He paced around his room, curious who the next victim would be, he couldn't stay in the dark any longer. He went downstairs and into the office of Malfoy Manor looking for any papers from fellow death eaters.

He scattered the papers on the desk and found a hidden note from his aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange.

11:30. Tonight. The Snape Residence.

Draco looked up and couldn't believe what he had just read, he reread it a dozen times and tried to make sense of it. Snape was a spy, he worked for the ministry behind Voldemort's back, but could he really kill Snape? He has a daughter, Draco at least thought he did.

Draco paced around the house, his potions professor would be dead in the next hour, but what was he to do?

Are you mental? If you got in the way of Voldemort, you'd be killed instantly.

Draco went back to his room and tried to distract himself with a book, but soon 11:30pm came closer and all he could do was stare at the clock. He didn't know what to expect, would there be an explosion? Would the Wizarding news broadcast the damage? Would they try and hide it from the media?

His mind raced as the time drew nearer and he was sitting on his floor with his head between his knees. His brain was a ticking time bomb but when 11:30 struck on his clock, there was silence. Draco sat there with his eyes glued to the clock...something had to be coming.

Then there was a loud searing bang from a few neighborhoods over. Draco stood up immediately and raced to his window looking for signs of fighting. He couldn't see anything...it was much too dark, and the house was too far away.

A scream pierced his ears and it all went silent. Draco backed away from the window slowly and sat back down again, he couldn't tell who had screamed. He closed his eyes and slowly breathed, he couldn't become a death eater...he couldnt.

Draco woke up to the front door closing, he had fallen asleep on his floor. He quickly raced down the stairs and saw his parents, his father with a stone cold face and Narcissa almost falling into tears.

The Grandfather clock in the dining room struck midnight,

"Merry Christmas, Draco," Narcissa smiled as a tear streamed down her cheek, she kissed her son on the forehead and headed up to bed with Lucius following behind.