Draco Malfoy and The Broken Promise

Diagon Alley

The next morning Draco awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside of his window. As he opened his eyes to see a ray of sunlight flood into his room he smiled. The weather for once seemed nice, maybe this was a good sign.

 Today was the day he and his mother were going to Diagon Alley, so Draco wanted it to be perfect. Draco excitedly stepped out of bed and rushed to his closet to grab a pair of black trousers and a green jumper. He wanted to try and represent Slytherin as early as possible. Once he finished putting on socks, he sprinted out the door, past the paintings (not caring if he woke them up), and made his way into the kitchen.

"Dobby?" Draco called out.  A loud pop sound rang in his ears as the Malfoy's house-elf made his way into the kitchen.

"Yes, Master Draco called?" The small elf said, his voice was squeaky and Draco had always found it a bit annoying but he enjoyed having a house-elf so he didn't think to complain.   His father, on the other hand, treated Dobby horribly. He was often seen kicking or hitting the elf.  So Draco tried his best to be nice to him, but still asserted his superiority over him whenever he got the chance.

"Make me breakfast, I will need to be stuffed for my trip to Diagon Alley today. Mum and I are going." Draco said with a proud chest. 

 "Master Draco seems very happy!" Dobby responded as he started making some eggs. The elf wore a pillowcase that was so dirty, Draco couldn't even see the pearly white color it had once been. He watched as the house-elf cooked the eggs quickly, but was very careful not to mess up. Draco shrugged and sat down at the table and waited for Dobby to finish.

About five minutes later, Dobby had placed a full English breakfast in front of him. He sent the elf off and began to eat. Draco usually ate by himself in the morning, both his mother and father never seemed to be awake. Of course, Draco knew they were probably busy like always, so he didn't mind eating alone. His parents were strange, but he knew they loved him. Why else would they buy him whatever he wanted?

Finished with his breakfast, Draco sat and waited for his mother to tell him it was time to go. The house was in complete silence. Occasionally he would hear a loud call from one of the peacocks outside but other than that the house seemed deserted. Time seemed to move slowly but eventually, an hour had passed and there was still no sign of his mother.

As most people would be upset, Draco wasn't fazed. He was about to get up and go back to his room when he heard the fireplace in the main room erupt in flames. Someone had come in through the floo network. Only his family and a few of his father's mates were allowed to enter through the fireplace, due to the protective enchantments placed on the manor. What was odd is that they weren't expecting guests. Draco, assuming it was his mother walked into the main room.

As he made his way into the room, an older wizard, as well as two children, were standing by the fireplace dusting themselves off. Draco had seen them all before.  He had played with the kids a while back, and the older wizard was one of his father's friends. 

 "Hello?" Draco announced, clearly confused by their arrival. "Ah, Hello Draco." the older wizard said giving off a sly smile. He had black hair and somewhat of a beard, his voice seemed dull and cold just like his father's.

 "Hello..can I help you?" Draco responded by giving looks to the kids. Vincent and Gregory if he could remember correctly.  They were the type of kids who would rather eat than do anything productive. Though he remembered that the last time they had been over to the manor, Draco had gotten both of them to lock themselves in the cellar.

Vincent was a rather plump boy. He always had some sort of crumbs on his shirt and it'd be lucky if he wasn't wearing one with a stain on it. The boy was dimwitted as well, always seemed to follow whatever anyone told him to do.  Though in hindsight, Draco enjoyed that about him. He liked being in charge, made him feel like his father. Gregory on the other hand was tall and much more fit. He was even more brainless than Vincent, which was a surprise. Again, he seemed to blindly follow anyone's rules which Draco, once again admired. Both of them were like everyone else Draco knew, they lived with hatred for muggle-borns and nonpure bloods.