Draco Malfoy and The Broken Promise

Malfoy Manor

   It was a quiet day in Wiltshire. It was close to the end of August and the sky was a bleak grey and painted with dark clouds. The air was hot and damp, the kind that no one wanted to go out in. The ground was a rich green and seemed to add the smell of freshly mowed grass into the air. The area seemed so calm and tranquil but there was one thing that seemed to disturb that. The manor at the end of the valley.

   The manor was dark and seemed deserted. No one who lived in the village nearby ever saw anyone exit nor go in. They only knew that it had been there for a long time. The garden in front of the manor was guarded by tall hedges and inhabited by a peafowl of peacocks. The manor was quite tall and it looked as though there was a window to grace every wall. Guarding the entrance was a gate and engraved on one of the stones it read, Sanctimonia Vincent Semper.

   The manor was very old. The black bricks were fading into a dark grey and vines grew up the sides lining the manor green. Though regardless of age, the manor was very special in terms of who lived there. It belonged to a bloodline of a very prestigious family. Not just any family though, a wizarding family.

   The Malfoys were a pureblood family. Meaning they were one of the few remaining families of the wizarding world that had not mixed their precious bloodline with anyone who did not contain magical powers, or in other words muggles.

   Lucius Malfoy, the current heir to the Malfoy's, lived there along with his wife and son. He was tall with long white hair that graced his shoulders. His face seemed very worn down most likely from the stress he'd experienced in the past years. He carried a cane to hold his wand and seemed to walk with such power it intimidated people.

His wife, Narcissa, a young witch from the Black family, was a very quiet lady.  She seemed to never talk to anyone and if she were seen out of the house, Lucius was always with her. She had a mix of brown and blond hair and was quite a bit skinny. She seemed to always wear red lipstick and tried her best to form a smile whenever it seemed needed. All she really wanted was to be a good mother for her son.

Together, Lucius and Narcissa had one son. Draco Malfoy.

   Draco, who had just turned 11 this June, was a rather interesting kid. He was always told he was smart for his age, which was most likely because he spent most of his time reading from the library that never seemed to run out of books.  He enjoyed them.  His favorite books were the ones that talked about the wonders of friendship and family.  He never really got to experience that so he envied the stories.

   Though when Draco got his letter to Hogwarts something inside him thought that maybe he wouldn't have to envy the stories anymore. Hogwarts was the wizarding school for the Uk and Ireland, that taught kids from 11-17. There the children will learn how to harness their powers while also learning about the wizarding world itself.  They would live amongst each other, attending classes and learning spells. Draco had dreamt about going ever since he heard about it.

   He had heard the stories from his mother about the school. She spoke of the teachers and most importantly the houses. The Malfoy family never had anyone who wasn't in Slytherin and Draco had his heart set on continuing that tradition. His father, who he took pride in trying to impress, always spoke ill of the other houses. Lucius despised Gryffindor more than any other house and he threatened to disown Draco if he was ever put in there.

   Draco and his father never really got along, yet Draco worshiped him like it was Salazar himself. There had been moments where Lucius had scolded Draco. The worst time was when Draco was around six. Lucius had caught Draco sneaking out of the manor to play with a couple of muggle kids whose parents were at the pub near the house. Lucius had caught him just as he was about to leave the grounds and Draco had never seen him more furious.