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Stillborn	By : Reseii Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco had narrowly missed going to Durmstrang, but Narcissa
had insisted that he go to Hogwarts. Narcissa wondered why Lucius had wanted to
send Draco to that school briefly. It may be able to challenge Draco with its
necessity for perfection, but Hogwarts had done them well. They could afford
tutors for Draco every summer if Hogwarts wasn�t suitable for their child. In
addition, they could also transfer Draco to Durmstrang if needed. The
headmaster there was bribable.

Draco did not particularly care where he was being as long
as he was able to learn magic. The prospect of doing magic excited him. There
were already tomes of spells he had memorized, though doing magic would be a
better learning experience for him.

He was also well aware he had never displayed any accidental
magic. Like every parent, Lucius and Narcissa instinctively looked for the
signs. Draco could not be a squib, if the fact that brooms responded to him and
Occlumency lessons was any indication. Never the less, there were never any
signs of accidental magic.

Narcissa did not worry, at least not over Draco�s lack of
accidental magic. Severus had already assured her that Draco had the potential
to be powerful. How the greasy-haired man knew was still a mystery. Perhaps,
all the Occlumency lessons were paying to some inside view of Draco�s world.

For now, Lucius� sudden distance was beginning to concern
her. Or rather, it made her suspicion rise. Conning several of the portraits of
Lucius� study into spying for her, she received news that made her wonder. She
cornered Lucius into a portrait of his father, who looked somewhat wary as
though they would snog each other senseless in front of him. It wouldn�t be the
first time.

�What�s wrong, Lucius?� demanded Narcissa with a frown. With
the way he looked beyond her rather than at her, she was correct in her
suspicions. Why else would he be so distant? She was his wife, his beloved,
despite all the masks in public.

�Why would there be anything wrong?� Lucius replied shortly.
His voice was cold as it had always been. However, that would only further her
suspicions. He had never used the tone with Narcissa when they were alone, away
from the prying ears of those outside the Manor.

�You�ve been busy for the past month. It�s unlike you to
suddenly ignore Draco in favor of holing yourself in your study,� Narcissa
snapped. �The portraits have tell my you�ve been receiving mail that has made
you nervous.� Her eyes narrowed at him.

Lucius was silent, but he soon relented. His shoulders
slumped almost unnoticeably. He cast a privacy spell around them, though he
turned accusing eyes to the portraits around them. �I�ve been at the receiving
end of some Death Eaters that have managed to escape unscathed. They haven�t
revealed who they are, but they�re insinuating the Dark Lord�s return.�

Narcissa covered her gaping mouth with a hand. She did not
want anything to do with the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters. It was already bad
that Lucius had the Dark Mark on his arm, but now they had more to lose than
before. �Was that why you wanted to send Draco to Durmstrang? You should have
told me immediately. We can still send him there!�

�No, Hogwarts will be the best choice for now. Dumbledore won�t allow the Dark
Lord to touch his precious students, I believe. The Potter boy should be there
as well� if Draco can befriend him�� Lucius suddenly shook his head, crossing
his arms across his chest. �No. Draco will ultimately end up in Slytherin. The
old coot has never protected any of us.�

Narcissa�s shoulders shook, but she waved off Lucius�
attempt at comforting her. �We�ll have to do something ourselves. We have to
protect Draco. He mustn�t have anything to do with the Dark Lord�� Her blue
eyes flickered up to Lucius, gauging him with sudden quietness. �We could send
information to Dumbledore�s Order. That way, we�ll be protected when they find
out.�

�Are you telling me that you want to be a spy, Narcissa? Like Severus for the Dark
Lord? What in the world are you thinking?�

�We can do it. We won�t use our names. We�ll use spells to
conceal our identities. It�s the only way they will accept us, Lucius!�
Narcissa clenched her fists tightly, becoming startled when Lucius cast a small
healing spell to heal the indentations of her nails in the palm of her hand.
�Lucius��

�We will continue this conversation another time, Narcissa.
For all I know, the letters are false.� Lucius closed his eyes, palming
Narcissa�s elegant face. �I will research for now.� He lifted the privacy spell

Neither of them noticed a pale white apparition zip out as
the spell dissipated. They wouldn�t be able to sense the spirit even if they
were aware of the presence anyway. It moved through the massive, glamorous
halls of Malfoy Manor easily, coming to a halt outside of a room filled with
piano music. The spirit merely phased through the thick door and waited
patiently for the last few notes to fade away.

Draco only stopped when his fingers began cramping from the
taxing songs that he had been playing. He glanced sideways at the ghost with
the patent Malfoy glare. It softened, however, when he realized who was
visiting him. �Grandfather Abraxas, what brings you to this side of the Manor?�

The boy had never been particularly scared of the spirits
that visited him at random hours of the day. He was only surprised at their
appearances when he finally realized their state of being and who they were.
Draco as a toddler had chosen his friends to be the ghosts that resided in the
manor.

Abraxas had been the first few ghosts that had introduced
himself to Draco. Back then, Draco didn�t understand the concept of death well.
He had thought that Abraxas was another human being, just lacking a lot of
color. Later, he realized that only he could see them. The one that taught him
his first lesson of secrecy had been Abraxas.

�Your parents were speaking of the times that will soon
come,� the ghost murmured mysteriously. He looked young, not a day over
twenty. His hair was long and swept into a loose ponytail that reminded Draco
of his father. It was unsurprising that Draco could mistake a spirit for a
living being. The elder Malfoy relayed what he had overheard from Lucius and
Narcissa�s conversation. Spells like the one that Lucius had cast didn�t work
against ghosts.

Draco rolled his mind over the problem slowly. Obviously,
the problem was with the return of the Dark Lord, but Draco could do little
about that. The Dark Lord was a powerful wizard. Resurrection was probably an
easy thing for him. That is, if the Dark Lord had actually died and not
pretended.

The solution wouldn�t come to him with so little
information, Draco decided. �I�ll survey my options when I have more
information. Obviously, mother had chosen to be a spy for the light.� A glimmer
of amusement flickered into Draco�s gray eyes. �My father will most likely do a
little work for both sides so he can save this family if one side were to fall
unexpectedly.� He smiled uneasily, glancing over to the specter that was his
grandfather. �Will you help me tract what my father finds out? Do ask the other
spirits if they would be willing to help me.�

�Of course I will, Draco,� Abraxas replied in a soft drawl.
He nodded his head to the door to indicate that he was leaving. �I do wish to
see my family live on for many generations yet. I will contact you when I have
more information of importance to relay.�

Draco slid a hand over the cool keys of his piano. Still
thinking of the conversation with his grandfather, he sighed and turned his
gaze to the open window. He had little knowledge of the Dark Lord. His parents
were too secretive and protective to preach the Dark Lord�s quest. However, he
learned from numerous of tutors of many varieties. They weren�t so unwilling to
tell him what they thought.

There was so much about blood
purity.

Draco didn�t really care about it, but he acknowledged the
fact that wizards and witches were superior to those of squibs and muggles. The
ability to do magic made them powerful on so many different levels. If his
parents told him that keeping the lines pure was the best way to prevent giving
birth to squibs, then so be it.

He didn�t know what he would do. However, he was sure of one
thing only. He wanted the Light side to win. With the Occlumency lessons from
Snape, there were times when Draco would accidentally with Occlumency with
Legilimency. Snape had forgotten to drop his memories into a Pensieve and Draco
learned that it was quite unpleasant to be on the Dark Lord�s side.

Kissing the robes of a mad man didn�t sound very appealing.

Draco swept out of the room, intending to take a flight out
in the gardens. He continued to run his mind over possibilities. Could he
befriend Potter, the boy-who-lived? It was an option, but not a very good one.
Any of the Dark Lord�s allies would see that in two ways; that Draco was plotting
to betray either Potter or the Dark Lord.

Not to mention, being friends with the son of Lucius Malfoy
made everything all the more difficult. Draco would also be a Slytherin. With
all the rumors of the House of Slytherin being evil, Potter even associating
with him in anything but distaste would be disastrous. Potter needed the
support of the public to defeat the Dark Lord. Harry Potter needed to be the
savior, the light in darkness.

Draco couldn�t be friends with someone who needed to be
that. He had to play the ally in the shadows, the pretend enemy.
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