The Forbidden Four: Year One

Chapter One - Prologue

Chapter One - Prologue

It was a cool autumn, yet snow already fell in frozen clumps to the ground and crisp, frosty air blew through a window in the Malfoy Manor. The clock read Eleven-forty at night, the stars were twinkling brightly amongst the inky black of the night sky and there wasn't a cloud in sight. A crow flew past the billowing curtains, it's barely visible wings flapping against the current.

A boy sat on the pearl white sheets of a feather soft bed, twirling an equally as white rose between his fingers and watching it wilt. This had been happening lately, flowers wilting at his touch. Ever since he turned ten, signs of powerful magic; is what his aunt would say. It always fascinated him, watching the rose die at his touch. At first he thought he was taking a life, but his aunt had assured him that nothing as weak as a flower could have a life worth taking.

Castor stood up, careful not to make any noise as he opened his door and headed down the stairs. He would never admit it, but he was still slightly scared of waking his aunt up, even though she was nowhere near Malfoy Manor anymore. She was a slim woman. With a crazy smile and wicked eyes, long stick-like fingers that were usually twisting into her wild black hair. She had found him when he was just a couple months old, in his mother's shivering arms. It had been the dead of night, and she had taken them in, of course, they had no idea what they were really getting into, but Shay would have done anything for her son.

The stairs creaked under his weight and he stilled, checking for the squeaking of doors opening and the soft thump of footsteps. When he was sure there was nothing, and that he was all alone, he continued his decent, stepping off the last step and heading to the Kitchen.

Castor often got hungry in the middle of the night, especially when he didn't eat anything at all during the day. The Malfoys food never tasted right, always had a bitter aftertaste to him. But he still had to eat. He just chose not to surround himself with people he would rather jump off a cliff than see. So he ate at night. Only one meal, but enough to keep him functioning. In Castor's mind, it was so much better to starve himself and then eat alone later than sit at a "family" dinner, full of murderers.

He headed on over to the fridge, opening it and blinking rapidly at the stinging the bright light brought to his silver eyes.

There weren't many options for food in the Malfoy Manor, seeing as they usually had their house elf, Dobby make everything. Castor knew he could just go on and summon the little creature, but he didn't feel like waking him up. He knew how much his family overworked the elf, and how he needed all the sleep he was offered, so he settled for grabbing an apple and closed the fridge.

He turned around right as he was about to take a bite of his apple, a scream lodging in his throat and preventing him from sinking his teeth into the fruit. He let out a sharp breath, wiping his mouth and glaring at his cousin. "What the hell, Draco?!" He hissed out.

The ash blond boy gave him a small smirk and strutted right past him, snatching the apple right out of his hand. "Didn't know anybody else was up," he said with a shrug, then took a bite. Castor clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes, shoving past him and opening the fridge, ready to grab another apple, only to be sorely disappointed when he saw there were none left. "That was the last one," he deadpanned. Draco shrugged again, "sounds like a personal problem." Castor's eye twitched and he took a deep breath, "can I have my apple back?"

"I already bit it."

"I don't give a flying-"

"Okay, okay," Draco rolled his eyes and grabbed a knife, slicing the apple in half with one swift cut and throwing the unbitten half his way. Castor caught it with ease, sighing to himself and taking a bite.

"Night," Castor mumbled, "also, don't tell anyone I was down here."
Draco thought on it for a moment before nodding, "only if you don't tell anyone I was."

"What do you have to worry about?" Castor asked in confusion. Last he checked, Draco was the star of the family. "You're the celebrity of the family." Draco's smug grin widened, "yeah, and I'd like to keep it that way, so stay quiet, okay?" Castor rolled his eyes, "not like I have any reason to out you. I'll save the blackmail for when I really need it."

He sent his cousin a silent wave and headed back up the stairs, sitting down on his bed as he finished his apple and then looking over at the clock.

11:59 PM

He bit his lip and the looked over at the window, standing up and walking over to it and preparing to close it before the silhouette of a barn owl caught his attention. It's big brown wings flapped rapidly, and for a moment he was afraid it would crash right into him before it proved him wrong and landed delicately on the seal of his window and stretched it's furry little leg out. He looked at the parchment attached to it and back up at it's almost expectant face. It clicked it's beak at him, hopping closer and nipping at the mocha skin on his arm.

"Ow, okay, okay-" he took the letter from it's leg and it took one great big leap, and then began falling. Castor leaned over the window opening, watching it plummet to the ground before it spread it's wings wide, and then flapped up quickly, soring high in the chilly air and letting out a soft hoot as it flew away.

Castor opened the letter, scanning over the cursive writing and smiling to himself softly at the script.

Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

Dear, Mr. Domain,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Students will be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 1st.

Yours Sincerely
Minerva Mcgonagall
Deputy Headmistress.

He set the letter down, and then began writing his own, right as the clock chimed midnight. Another birthday forgotten.

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Blehhh this sucked! Anyway, I hope it didn't suck as bad as I think it did, and that whoever might be reading this is enjoying it so far. This story will be based on the books, seeing as they are much better than the movies.

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