"𝔸 lie may take care of the present but it has no future"
When disembarking the Hogwarts Express, Draco Lucius Malfoy meets the most dashing young woman. She was just a regular maid who would serve his family for the rest of her life.
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It was towards the end of fifth year now. The day Draco had left was probably the most disappointing day of this year. I remember the sad, small smile he gave me before he took his bag from my hand and whispered ever so subtly into my ear, "Don't worry... You can do it." And with that he was gone, leaving to a school full of danger and crazed people.
I heard what happened at the ministry with that Potter boy claiming Dementors attacked him. I mean... come on! Those things only attack when given specific instructions to get someone. Someone from within the ministry must have it out for him. It was a regular day again. Waking up at the same time as always, eight in the morning if anyone was wondering. Then getting dressed, having a piece of fruit for breakfast, and then making a grand breakfast for the rest of the household, mostly the parents though. There were never visitors that stayed here more than a few days.
After breakfast, I would then make my rounds around the house looking for anything that had too much dust on it or something that was simply misplaced. My routine was what helped me break my growing sense of sadness. It was stronger than it had been ever before. Maybe it was because Draco was gone and no one was here to comfort me. Or it was the fact that I had failed to make a Philosopher's Stone.
Probably the latter of the two.
I was just not trained enough to do all the correct spells, at the correct time, with the correct amount of force. It was all so complicated and for just a fifteen year old it was most likely impossible. My birthday was just yesterday and the only way I celebrated was by not cleaning the kitchen and making Solby do it, that old rut sack. He deserved doing it. I clean the house while he stalks about all day. I was just about to walk up to the second story when a voice called out to me.
"Flamel!" It was masculine and deep, smooth but flustered sounding. I turned around to be face to face with Lucius Malfoy.
"What is the matter?"
"I am going out, you need to keep watch over the house while I am gone." Alright, sounded easy enough. "And there will be extremely important people coming over. I want you to show them the greatest of hospitality you understand?" Oh man. That meant another one of those Deatheater meetings. I loathed those. There were always the creeps of the creeps there. And let me tell you I saw one of them missing a finger and I am pretty sure he was somehow related to a rat.
"Yes of course... s-sir." I bowed and made my way up the stairs. When I reached the top I heard the slam of the front doors. He was gone.
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On the train ride home I was exhausted. Not to mention that scar head put my father into Azkaban. My 'friends' all sat around the usual Slytherin compartment, chatting about what the meaning of my father's arrest meant. It meant that the Dark Lord was back and kicking. I knew he had ordered my father to go there.
