A Boy Named Draco - Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-seven
Seventeen Years Earlier
Lord Voldemort looked on his newest acolyte approvingly. Augustus Rookwood was a worthy catch when one took into account his Department of Mystery connections. He had excellent access to that institution and just as Carew had promised, a grudge against his mudblood superiors.
The fact that the man was also a sadistic bastard only made him the more agreeable. He possessed a distinct ability of planning for all contingencies which the Dark Lord could be said to lack. Voldemort was more likely to put all his eggs into one exposed basket and trust his power to guide his plans.
Rookwood had come to his new master with an interesting idea to deal with Severus’ damming prophecy. It involved a child which made it fitting. If he was to find ruin in one, then he could be saved by another.
It was old magic and forbidden since its inception. It required a sacrifice and an ideal vessel. Voldemort considered his options. He was certain that Bellatrix and Lestrange would proudly surrender any heirs but Bella was sadly infertile. Crabbe and Goyle had both produced inferior issue which he would not touch. Rossier was too young while Dolohov and Yaxley were not aristocratic enough. He did not want to risk weaker bloodlines affecting the outcome.
Ahh…yes. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. They were aristocratic and pureblooded. What was more Bella had informed him that a young heir was already on its way.
The child was the vessel that he needed to ensure his future. Rookwood had promised an infallible ritual and Lucius would volunteer Narcissa to curry his favor. It would work.
Even if he lost he would have another chance.
In another form.
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Present Day
“I am a parselmoouth. That’s magical right?”
Dobby smiled at the new light in the boy’s eyes.
“Very much so master Draco. Only a few wizards in the world have that ability.”
“I never knew. I have never been close to a snake before. We went to the London Zoo but the snakes were kept in a separate place where you needed to have extra money to go into. I saw frogs though but I could not understand them.”
“It only works for serpents Master Draco. All kinds of snakes even cobras and runespoors.”
“Oh wow! That is brilliant. Wait till I tell Harry…but no…no….it is not safe for him to know that I am here.
“But Master Harry Potter could help you and Mistress Narcissa,”
“No Dobby. Harry is too important and I don’t want him to risk himself for my sake. I don’t know what having this ability could mean. Maybe it is something that has always been a part of me and I never realized until now.”
Dobby’s gaze dropped to the ground. “I don’t know Master Draco. When you were little we tried to teach you some spells but none of them took. We never thought to check for any other kinds of magic. It was bad of Dobby. Dobby is going to throw himself in the thorny bush now.”
Draco shook his head in alarm. “No Dobby. It was not your fault. Master Lucius believed I have no power and he was right. This is probably something temporary and not worthy of anybody’s concern. I shall not think of it anymore.” Draco said dejectedly.
“What are you going on about squib? The Dark Lord said you are not to leave my mother's chamber.”
Draco turned at the voice of his childhood tormentor. Theodore Malfoy stared down at him. His tall and robust body was covered in a resplendent green robe with the Malfoy crest visible on the lapel. He had taken to wearing such formal garments as he was certain that Voldemort would bestow some honor on him very soon and wanted to look as aristocratic as possible. It also would serve to remind the squib just who was the official heir.
“Mistress Narcissa…mother knows that I am here. She gave me permission to see Dobby.”
Fury clouded Theodore’s eyes. He pulled his wand from one of the robe’s folds and pressed the tip against Draco’s neck.
“If you think that you can come here and take my title away from me I swear that I will Crucio you until your ears bleed. You are not my father’s son. You are nothing but a filthy squib that should always crawl before his betters. How dare you claim her as you mother. You are nothing but another Malfoy servant and that's all you will ever be”
Draco closed his eyes as the venom tore through his fragile optimism. He did not want the title or the galleons; all he wanted was a family. His mother had held him and it had been like a dream he'd long since given up on. Draco bore no resentment but fear had always been a companion. Theodore knew this well. He had planted those insecurities in the squib himself.
“Yes, that’s right then squib. Remember who you are. Never forget that you were a misfortune for my family. A disgrace like you does not rate a home like this or a name like the Malfoys . As soon as Lord Voldemort is done with you we will return you to the infested orphanage from whence you came.”
He put the wand away. Draco sank boneless to the kitchen floor. His face was reddened with shame. Theodore smiled.
“You will never be a Malfoy. You will never be respected and this will never be yours. I am the only heir and someday I will be the master of this place. My children will carry on the name and you will only be a bad memory.”
“Mistress Narcissa… she said that she loves me. I just want to have a mum and you can have everything else.” Draco said softly.
“Crucio”
Dobby cried out as Draco shook with the force of the spell. The boy’s eyes rolled back and a garbled scream tore through the pain.
“Expelliarmus.”
Theodore’s wand went flying through the air at Narcissa’s command. She rushed past him to her fallen son.
TBC.
Chapter 28