Bloodlines (Draco Malfoy Story)

Chapter 8

Draco’s POV

“Draco.” My mother’s soft tone brought me to look at her. “Come now time for bed.” She says and gestures for me to jump into bed.

“Yes Mummy.” My short legs pushed from the green rug and I ran towards my bed.

I jumped into bed. My mother giggled and pulled the duvet to cover me. I cuddled into her and she rubbed my back.

“How about a bedtime story?” She asks. I smiled and excitedly nodded my head. My mummy was always good at telling stories and I kept each story dear to me. She was my favorite story teller.

“Once upon a time, before pure blooded families aroused there was only two families who could we call pure they were called the True Bloods. In order to balance the magical world that family had to marry each other and the descendants were matched with the other. It went on for at least a thousand years. But all of the sudden one man from the true families had accidentally entered the muggle world and had gotten lost. During his quest to find a way back to the wizarding world he had met a young lady a muggle and fell in love with her. Not long the man forgot his duty as a wizard and sealed his magical powers to avoid the offspring from inheriting his magic. But what he didn’t know was that with sealing his magic it was only to weaken the magic passed on the child and by having a child with a muggle the child was still considered pure. Because his blood would always cleanse any dirty blood and turn it to pure. Only those two families could do that either male or female. We the pure bloods have come from one of them and we still live on as cleansed pure bloods. We are still considered to have a drop of dirty blood Draco. But being the family that protects them we must be always assume we are pure.” My mum finishes her story but I was still confused.

 “We?” I asked raising my eyebrow.

“Draco.” My mum sighs and runs her fingers over my already messy blonde hair. “When you are older something will be bestowed upon you as it has been bestowed upon every Black member.”

I was confused. What was my mother saying? What is going to be bestowed upon me?

 “Protect-“ I raised my eye brow. It feels like the sounds around me vanished and I could only see my mother’s lips moving and then smiled.

My eyes opened in an instant. I realized that was I staring at the ceiling. I pushed myself off the bed and let the duvet fall from my upper body into my lap. Wait. I don’t remember using a blanket. I don’t cover myself with a blanket when I know I haven’t changed into night clothes. But I feel asleep on my own accord. I might have grabbed it in my sleep.

I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my palm and let out a yawn. What time is it? I turned to the small clock on my night stand. 3:27 it said. Paige should be back in 30 minutes.

My thoughts went back to my dream. I had the same dream of a month now and it’s getting annoying. It would always end there. It would always end where my mother’s voice fading and all I could see was her moving lips and then the whole image vanishes. I don’t know if it meant anything at all, but one things for sure that story my mother was telling me was true.

Currently I am protecting someone in the shadows. That’s why my job is very stressful. I am juggling school, Quidditch, Headboy and protecting someone. It’s hard to juggle it but I have to do it for the sake of the Malfoy name to be out of the mud and back on top. It’s a gamble I’m willing to bet on.

 Dudum. Dudum.

 My heart suddenly started to pound violently on my chest. It felt like something was stabbing my heart. I gripped my chest and tried to stand up but I ended up gripping the wooden poles of my bed. What is happening to me? A felt a something warm on my chest like metal was heating up. Then I remembered the necklace that they gave me. I pulled it out the small circular red vile and it was glowing.

 “She is in trouble.” I jerked my head and saw Marco on the empty painting on my bedroom wall.

“What?” I said rather harshly. Wait a minute. What is he talking about? “The vile doesn’t reach like that unless she is in trouble but if it was heating up then she is more than in trouble. She is hurt. You must hurry Draco.”

Why didn’t they explain to me how this protector’s necklace work? I am furious and annoyed. I pushed the heavy door and ran towards god knows where. All I know is I had to keep running. Where is she? Where is she?  I shouldn’t really care about her but for the sake of the Malfoy name I had to care and get in her business.

With my wand gripped tightly on my right hand I sprinted towards the only place I know was vulnerable to every single magic. The weak spots on the south east corridors of the castle. The torches that I passed lit up giving me light and direction.

But the things is I don’t know who she really is. All they said was protect, to protect someone and the necklace will lead me to who that person is. The small glass vile that was around my neck was the only piece of magical item that could find a true blooded wizard or witch. It has been passed on from each chosen family that would protect them and for centuries the Black family and Malfoy family had been doing so. Pure blood families had to stay pure in order to protect the secrets but only a few families really know their purpose of existing as purebloods. The supposed façade of us looking down on other bloods had been made permanent but those chosen few still know their reasons.

The Ministry insisted that those of born pureblooded wizards believe that they are the highest among all of the bloods. Only the chosen people know this secret including the Minister himself. It was one of the Wizarding world’s Dark Secrets

I stopped at the mid corridor after feeling the vibration beneath my feet. The hall below me, if I am sure was the south halls, the weak spots. Is Paige okay? By this time she had to be down there before she ends the patrol.

 My instinct told me to go find Paige but the necklace was telling me otherwise. But on things for sure it was leading me in the same place. I continued to run towards the corridors below. Panting my way through the wide Hogwarts halls I finally found the stairs case leading to the lower corridors.   The vibrations were getting stronger and the explosions were getting louder.

I started to think where the teachers are. The explosions were loud and it was impossible not to hear them and so were the vibrations. My heart kept pounding abnormally fast and the beads of sweat on my head kept dropping on the marble floor. I almost tripped when I saw a black cloak with sprawled on the floor. I kept getting closer and my eyes widened on the person who was on the floor with her head bleeding.

“Is this her?” I darted my hand to swipe the locks of hair that was covering her face. My breath was cut short when I realized who it was. I never expected her to be the true blood descendant.

“Mr. Malfoy!” I jerked my head and I saw Professor Trimbal our Defense against the Dark Arts professor. He was running towards me.

“You must leave this corridor!” He yelled and then spinning around to shoot another spell towards the 2 men following him. “Now!”

 I didn’t think twice. I scooped up the unconscious True Blood in my arms and ran. While running I saw more teachers heading their way to Professor Trimbal’s direction. I ignored them and headed to the infirmary. The girl in my arms was still in my mind. I never expected her to be a Trueblood. Maybe that’s why she was so hard to find because she had hidden herself without knowing. I never expected her to be one of them. She wasn’t noticed by any one at all she rarely stood out but I had worked with her a few times this year so I know her by name. She was beyond our expectations. 

A/N: Oh my god guys, I am so sorry for not updating for a while. I've been really busy with college and I don't have time to type. But I promise you every time I have some free time I will squeeze in updates. I love you all! Please don't stop reading. I have many Ideas for this story :) Leave comments below and I will always entertain them. Love lots!