Why not? A Draco Malfoy Fanfiction

Chapter 4: The Encounter

I was walking throughout the corridors, searching for my Transfiguration class. It had to be somewhere around here...ah! There it was. I entered the room, but no one else was there. It perplexed me, saying that I was only a few seconds early. It had become surprisingly cold when I came in, but the windows weren't open and it was still pretty nice outside. 

I walked towards the front of the room, noticing spider webs on every other table and dust covering the place. What had happened here? It was like nobody had cleaned in here the entire summer. I noticed there was only one thing on each table though.

A small statue of a Thestral. 

Maybe we were going to transfigure these into something today. Or rather I was going to...since no one else was here. My curiosity only increased when I saw a person standing in the front of the room, their back towards me. They had white-blonde hair and were wearing Slytherin robes. It could only be one person.

"Hello Lucia Brown. Please take a seat," Draco said, turning around, facing me now. He looked paler than usual and his eyes were sunken. He looked as though he hadn't slept in weeks, his hands trembling slightly. I took a seat in one of the chairs, my eyes glued to him, waiting for his next instruction. 

"Do you see that Thestral there?" He asked. I nodded my head, my attention now to the statue in front of me. It suddenly became Dolores. I quickly stood, terrified, as I saw my eldest sister laying on the table. She was colorless. Tears began to run down my face as I was horrified by the sight. I looked up at Draco, but he wasn't Draco any longer.

It was Voldemort. He pierced me with his snake like eyes and he was grinning. 

That wretched grin.

"What do you want from me?" I yelled at him, my voice breaking. He just stared at me, his smile growing. I shuttered backwards, scared for my life. I feared the worst and I was prepared for it. 

"I remember the night I first encountered you, Lucia my dear." He said, walking towards me while placing his white and cold hand on my cheek. I was scared to reject him, so I stood where I was, "You were small and weak. Little did I know the power you possessed my daughter, little did I know that you could kill with only a thought," I flinched at the sound of him calling me his daughter, "I want to rule the world with you dearest, just let me in and I can give you all that you desire and more."

I shook my head slightly, tears flowing out of my eyes while I tried to hold back my sobs. It was torture to be reminded of my father and my connection to him. I didn't know him. I never did. I was a mistake, I should have never happened. I didn't need to be reminded of my immense powers and how much of a burden they were. I really didn't.

He frowned at my answer to him. He walked away from me, anger showing through his face. My fear of him was great, but now it had reached it's peak. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at me.

"I'm sorry my love," was the last thing I heard before bolting upward in my bed. It was just another nightmare. Yes it was only a nightmare.  

But last time you had one of these, Voldemort had actually asked you something and it was like a real encounter...

No, this was from my mind alone, he didn't do this to me. Dolores wasn't dead and Tom hadn't met me in the Transfiguration class, I needed to think about this logically. I was sweating and everything felt sticky and wet. I arose from my bed to see everyone else still peacefully asleep. I wished I was that way as well, but that just wasn't the case. I checked my nightstand clock.

5:00 am

It was late enough to take a shower, thankfully. I wanted to calm down from the nightmare and gather my thoughts together to prepare myself for my first day. After the shower, I dressed in my uniform and did my makeup and brushed my hair. It was still a little straight from the day before, but I didn't feel like doing anything with it so I threw it into a messy bun.

I walked out of the bathroom and met a very sleepy Celia walking in my direction. "Mornin'" She said, giving me a warm hug. I would tell her about my dream later, it was much too early to alarm her. 

"Good morning. Go ahead and get ready, I'll organize and prepare our bags, sound okay?" I asked, knowing full well this was how we did our morning routines the previous years. She nodded her head and messed around with her tangled hair as she stumbled into the bathroom. 

I took a look at our things and began to pack them into our school bags, making sure everything would be accessible. Hermione was the next to wake up, followed by the rest. The rush to get ready began and I always laughed at their frantic searching and shouting. I never had a problem with this unlike them, for I always woke up very early. 

By the time they were done it was 7:30 and we all headed into the common room. Some of the boys were there, including Harry and the twins. While we hung out there for a few minutes, Ron walked down the stairs into the room and Celia immediately asked to leave to the Great Hall. I chuckled at her flustered complexion and waved over to Ron. He waved back, but had his eyes only on Celia, which I thought rather interesting.

We went to the Great Hall and sat ourselves in our usual spots. I took some bread and spread some butter on it, placing it on my plate while talking to Celia about my classes. We had all of our classes together, like always. I didn't really care much for the classes themselves, but more for what happened in them. Especially Defense Against the Dark Arts. Since my first year here, we've had a different teacher for the class every year. 

My favorite was definitely Professor Lupin and I didn't care if he was a werewolf, he was an amazing teacher. I remembered when we encountered bogarts for the first time. Mine was...well Voldemort. I didn't like calling him that though, I'd rather call him Tom. When I saw him standing in front of me, I crouched down and sheltered myself from him. 

That was the year that I had millions of nightmares of my biological father. Remus comforted me and was my mentor for that year. He told me about his struggles and I told him about mine. He hadn't known about my connection and told Dumbledore right away. Although, it didn't matter. The smart old man already knew.

It had always surprised me that he had accepted me into Hogwarts, even though I was the most feared wizard's daughter. I had always played along with my fake origin. The fact that I was muggle born and that my grandmother had died in front of me, all of that was a lie.

I had seen so many people die in my lifetime, it was terrifying. I had a front row seat to everything that Tom had done since I could remember. My parents had no idea about Voldemort, all they knew was that I was a magical orphan in need of a family. 

It was at this part of my thoughts that I saw Draco walk into the Great Hall, all alone. He went to his table and glanced at me. I slightly nodded and smiled at him and he returned the gesture. It was nice to be on these terms with him. Yes, they were strange terms, but they were interesting. 

Celia finished her breakfast and we headed to our first class. I was looking forward to this week and what it would bring. Who knows? 

Maybe my life would change this week...

Author's note: Okyy so surprise!! I had to tweak a little something in Chapter 1 so that this would make sense lolll but yeaaa dunno how I decided this but whatevss..love y'alllls