Once Upon A Time
Title: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: None
Prompt: 446. Ancient tale.
Rating: G
Word Count: 1027
Summary: Young Draco Malfoy hears the tale of the Dark Lord and Harry Potter for the first time.
Warnings: None.
Author's Note: For 500themes
"Father! Will you tell me a story tonight?" Draco asked, bouncing up and down on his bed, in green pajamas with animated snitches.
Lucius Malfoy glanced at his wife, who was standing in the doorway, watching father and son.
"What do you think, Narcissa? Should I tell him a bedtime story?" Lucius asked teasingly.
"I think so, Lucius. After all, he was very good today."
Lucius smiled, and turned to his son. "Is there a story you would like to hear, Dragon? Perhaps the Tale of the Three Brothers?"
Draco nodded eagerly. "No, not that one. I heard Vince and Greg talking about a story, and I want to hear it."
Lucius glanced at Narcissa, the parents both overly indulgent. "Well, what story is it?"
"I want to hear the story of the Dark Lord."
Lucius froze, though he smoothly covered up his reaction. He looked to his wife, who's eyes had widened.
"You say you heard Vince and Greg talking about it?" he asked, genuinely curious, but also trying to distract his son.
"Uh-huh. They said it was the best story ever! Will you tell it to me, father?"
Slowly, Lucius nodded. He beckoned Narcissa over, and she sat on the other side of the bed. "Well, I suppose you are old enough now, Draco. What do you think, 'Cissa?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes, I suppose it will do for a bed time story." she said, smiling at her son softly. "Now, get under your blanket, and cuddle up. It's story time."
Draco did so, finally relaxing, though he looked at his parents expectantly.
"Now, once upon a time," Lucius began the tale, as he always began such bedtime stories. "Once upon a time, there was a little boy."
"A little boy like me?" Draco asked eagerly.
Lucius shook his head. "No, Draco. This was a very sad little boy, and you are a very happy one, aren't you?"
Draco nodded.
"This very sad little boy didn't have any parents, and he had to live in an orphanage, with nasy muggles. You see, he didn't know that he was a wizard."
Draco looked shocked.
"This little boy could do very strange things, so he knew he was different. He could make things move, when he was angry, and he could even talk to snakes."
"Wow!"
Lucius nodded. "When this little boy turned eleven - "
"Like I will!" Draco interjected.
"Yes, Dragon, like you will - a man came to see him. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore, and he was a teacher at a wonderful school, called Hogwarts. Dumbledore came to tell the little boy that he was magical. But Dumbledore wasn't very kind about it. He thought that the little boy was bad."
"Was he bad, father?"
Lucius smiled slightly. "Not like Dumbledore thought. Anyway, this little boy got his letter, and he began attending Hogwarts. Because everyone thought he was a mudblood, he was teased a lot."
"But he wasn't a mudblood, was he, father?"
"No, Draco. No, this little boy was a descendant of one of the most powerful wizards in history. Salazar Slytherin."
"Really!? Is that why he could speak to snakes."
"Yes. And once he revealed his ability to his classmates, he began to be feared. He ruled Slytherin."
"Will I rule Slytherin one day, mother?"
"Of course you will, Dragon." His mother said, ruffling his blond hair slightly.
Lucius cleared his throat slightly, continuing. "The little boy grew into a man, and he was Prefect, and then Head Boy. He graduated Hogwarts with perfect scores. But for this man, what he had learned at Hogwarts wasn't enough. He needed to know more. So he traveled."
"What did he learn?"
"He learned how to fight, and how to fly without a broom, and, perhaps the most amazing thing of all, he learned how to be immortal.
Draco gasped.
"So he came back to Britain, and he began to gather followers. Witches and Wizards who believed in what he did."
"What did he believe, father?"
"He believed that mudbloods and muggleborns were inferior to purebloods."
"He's right, then!"
Lucius laughed quietly. "He is right! So he gathered many followers, and he declared war on the world."
"Did you follow him, father?"
"Yes, and so did Uncle Severus."
"Wow."
Lucius exchanged glances with Narcissa. She nodded slightly. Pulling up his left shirt sleeve, Lucius showed his son the light mark on his arm. "And this is proof."
Draco examined the mark. "He gave you a tattoo?" he asked curiously.
Lucius laughed. "No. It's called the Dark Mark. It's so that he could communicate with me, and it is a mark that I am trusted."
"Does Uncle Sev have one, too?"
"Yes. But don't ask him to see it, he doesn't like to talk about it, okay?"
"Yes, father."
"Now, there were people who fought againt the man, the Dark Lord."
"But why?" Draco asked innocently.
"Because they were muggle-lovers. People who thing that muggles and mudbloods are equal to purebloods."
Draco made a face. "They're wrong, then!"
"Yes. And the Dark Lord decided to prove it, by killing some of their biggest supporters."
Draco looked horrified. "He killed them? Who?"
"The Potter's."
"You mean like Harry Potter?"
Lucius nodded. "Yes, exactly. The Dark Lord used one of his many spies, and found out where they were hiding. He came to their house, and killed Lily and James Potter. But when he tried to kill little Harry, something went wrong."
"What?" Draco asked, breathless.
"No one know. We just know that Harry Potter lived, and the Dark Lord disappeared."
"Did the Dark Lord die?"
Lucius shrugged. "No one knows." he repeated. "But Harry Potter became famous."
"Wow." Draco said, yawning. "Will the Dark Lord ever come back?" he asked, burrowing into his pillows.
"We don't know, Draco."
"I hope he does, Father. I want to follow him, too."
Pairing: None
Prompt: 446. Ancient tale.
Rating: G
Word Count: 1027
Summary: Young Draco Malfoy hears the tale of the Dark Lord and Harry Potter for the first time.
Warnings: None.
Author's Note: For 500themes
"Father! Will you tell me a story tonight?" Draco asked, bouncing up and down on his bed, in green pajamas with animated snitches.
Lucius Malfoy glanced at his wife, who was standing in the doorway, watching father and son.
"What do you think, Narcissa? Should I tell him a bedtime story?" Lucius asked teasingly.
"I think so, Lucius. After all, he was very good today."
Lucius smiled, and turned to his son. "Is there a story you would like to hear, Dragon? Perhaps the Tale of the Three Brothers?"
Draco nodded eagerly. "No, not that one. I heard Vince and Greg talking about a story, and I want to hear it."
Lucius glanced at Narcissa, the parents both overly indulgent. "Well, what story is it?"
"I want to hear the story of the Dark Lord."
Lucius froze, though he smoothly covered up his reaction. He looked to his wife, who's eyes had widened.
"You say you heard Vince and Greg talking about it?" he asked, genuinely curious, but also trying to distract his son.
"Uh-huh. They said it was the best story ever! Will you tell it to me, father?"
Slowly, Lucius nodded. He beckoned Narcissa over, and she sat on the other side of the bed. "Well, I suppose you are old enough now, Draco. What do you think, 'Cissa?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes, I suppose it will do for a bed time story." she said, smiling at her son softly. "Now, get under your blanket, and cuddle up. It's story time."
Draco did so, finally relaxing, though he looked at his parents expectantly.
"Now, once upon a time," Lucius began the tale, as he always began such bedtime stories. "Once upon a time, there was a little boy."
"A little boy like me?" Draco asked eagerly.
Lucius shook his head. "No, Draco. This was a very sad little boy, and you are a very happy one, aren't you?"
Draco nodded.
"This very sad little boy didn't have any parents, and he had to live in an orphanage, with nasy muggles. You see, he didn't know that he was a wizard."
Draco looked shocked.
"This little boy could do very strange things, so he knew he was different. He could make things move, when he was angry, and he could even talk to snakes."
"Wow!"
Lucius nodded. "When this little boy turned eleven - "
"Like I will!" Draco interjected.
"Yes, Dragon, like you will - a man came to see him. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore, and he was a teacher at a wonderful school, called Hogwarts. Dumbledore came to tell the little boy that he was magical. But Dumbledore wasn't very kind about it. He thought that the little boy was bad."
"Was he bad, father?"
Lucius smiled slightly. "Not like Dumbledore thought. Anyway, this little boy got his letter, and he began attending Hogwarts. Because everyone thought he was a mudblood, he was teased a lot."
"But he wasn't a mudblood, was he, father?"
"No, Draco. No, this little boy was a descendant of one of the most powerful wizards in history. Salazar Slytherin."
"Really!? Is that why he could speak to snakes."
"Yes. And once he revealed his ability to his classmates, he began to be feared. He ruled Slytherin."
"Will I rule Slytherin one day, mother?"
"Of course you will, Dragon." His mother said, ruffling his blond hair slightly.
Lucius cleared his throat slightly, continuing. "The little boy grew into a man, and he was Prefect, and then Head Boy. He graduated Hogwarts with perfect scores. But for this man, what he had learned at Hogwarts wasn't enough. He needed to know more. So he traveled."
"What did he learn?"
"He learned how to fight, and how to fly without a broom, and, perhaps the most amazing thing of all, he learned how to be immortal.
Draco gasped.
"So he came back to Britain, and he began to gather followers. Witches and Wizards who believed in what he did."
"What did he believe, father?"
"He believed that mudbloods and muggleborns were inferior to purebloods."
"He's right, then!"
Lucius laughed quietly. "He is right! So he gathered many followers, and he declared war on the world."
"Did you follow him, father?"
"Yes, and so did Uncle Severus."
"Wow."
Lucius exchanged glances with Narcissa. She nodded slightly. Pulling up his left shirt sleeve, Lucius showed his son the light mark on his arm. "And this is proof."
Draco examined the mark. "He gave you a tattoo?" he asked curiously.
Lucius laughed. "No. It's called the Dark Mark. It's so that he could communicate with me, and it is a mark that I am trusted."
"Does Uncle Sev have one, too?"
"Yes. But don't ask him to see it, he doesn't like to talk about it, okay?"
"Yes, father."
"Now, there were people who fought againt the man, the Dark Lord."
"But why?" Draco asked innocently.
"Because they were muggle-lovers. People who thing that muggles and mudbloods are equal to purebloods."
Draco made a face. "They're wrong, then!"
"Yes. And the Dark Lord decided to prove it, by killing some of their biggest supporters."
Draco looked horrified. "He killed them? Who?"
"The Potter's."
"You mean like Harry Potter?"
Lucius nodded. "Yes, exactly. The Dark Lord used one of his many spies, and found out where they were hiding. He came to their house, and killed Lily and James Potter. But when he tried to kill little Harry, something went wrong."
"What?" Draco asked, breathless.
"No one know. We just know that Harry Potter lived, and the Dark Lord disappeared."
"Did the Dark Lord die?"
Lucius shrugged. "No one knows." he repeated. "But Harry Potter became famous."
"Wow." Draco said, yawning. "Will the Dark Lord ever come back?" he asked, burrowing into his pillows.
"We don't know, Draco."
"I hope he does, Father. I want to follow him, too."