Chapter 1(b): Beginnings

[desdiamonds]

Who: Bellatrix Lestrange, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson
What: Bellatrix has Draco right where she wants him. Draco has nowhere to run.
When: October 2000
Where: The Malfoy Manor. Bellatrix has Draco and Pansy in one of the top rooms.
Why: Bellatrix is crazy, but we knew that already :P

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[empathapathique]

It was afternoon when Pansy arrived in Malfoy Manor. A House-elf received her at the grand fireplace in the foyer, and Pansy could vaguely remember the creature from trips she’d made to the massive home with her mother as child. Her mother had been a particular friend of Narcissa Malfoy in the past-Hogwarts girlfriends and all that-and they’d thought it perfectly fine to have their children play together, regardless of their difference in gender, and, most-assuredly, temperament.

As a child, Draco had the same exact nasty disposition that he had when he and Pansy entered Hogwarts when they were eleven, and though Pansy had been raised with the same upper-classed mannerisms that Draco had exuded so obnoxiously, she’d hardly been about to allow a sniveling little boy lord over her. Pansy and Draco had spent more time tussling with each other in the upstairs rooms-breaking vases and ruining wallpaper when someone’s head hit a wall-than playing quietly as their mothers thought

[empathapathique]

Tin-Tin, the house-elf, informed Pansy that the young master was in his study, reading, just off his bedroom. Pansy declined Tin-Tin’s offer to escort her to the room. She knew Malfoy Manor as well as she knew her own home. She started up the grand staircase, her pace slow and measured as a feeling of foreboding built within her. She’d expected that she’d feel anxious facing Draco for the first time after the scene she’d created five months ago, but something felt different now, off. She turned to her left when she reached the top of the staircase, heading for Draco’s rooms in the east wing of the manor. Bright, golden air filtered in to the hall through the windows, directly contrasting with the stale air and shadows dancing menacingly in the corners. Pansy remained alert, her pace quickening as she neared Draco’s rooms, yearning for the security being near him always afforded her

[floorcoaster]

Draco scowled, muttering as he hurried down the hallway, looking for a quiet room where he could have a moment's peace. He needed to stop, think, and get away from his parents and their weighty expectations.

He turned corner after corner, but couldn't escape the oppressive darkness of the Manor. Exasperated, he decided to return to his rooms.

The bedroom was rich and lavish, if slightly cold. The large bed was dressed in black and silver, the carpets were thick in a dark blue, and the walls were covered with light silver paper. It wasn't enough to ease the tension, so Draco grabbed a book and went into his study.

Just as Draco had settled in to try and force himself to focus, a cold wind blew through the room. He hadn't opened any windows, and was about to investigate, when he saw the reason for the sudden change in climate.

His aunt, Bellatrix.