A Boy Named Draco -- Chapter 1
Title: A Boy Named Draco
Author: Jillian K
Length: 30+ chapters
Rating: R
Characters/pairings: H/D
Author's Notes: M/M light slash relationship (in later parts), some child abuse (both physical and emotional. The story contains many instances of angst and a very tortured Draco.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Draco the squib grows up unwanted but not unloved.
Chapter 1:
The child’s birth was an uncomplicated affair. As befitting a Malfoy lady, Narcissa did not make much of a fuss when her pains came. She merely paled and retired into the bedroom from whence a few silent hours later the much awaited heir was brought forth.
The child was small and a bit misshapen from his journey. He had inherited his parents light complexion. Blondish tufts of corn silk hair and tiny rose lips made him a rather pretty infant. His eyes were the normal newborn blue. A few days later they would darken to a striking grey but by then he was already out of sight and mind.
The Malfoy family had a long-running tradition of reading the aura of any heir moments after birth in order to discern magical potential. Lucius Malfoy had arranged for a specialist wizard to be on call when Narcissa had entered her sixth month. When the elderly wizard articulated his worst fears, Malfoy stood silent and stoic. His face did not betray any feeling but on closer inspection something had darkened in his own metallic eyes. In his mind he was already working out how soon Narcissa could be made pregnant again while disposing of the present issue.
His first inclination was to kill the defective child. His birth would not be made known and if people wondered, they could not voice their suspicions. The Malfoy name was too powerful for that. He would see that it remained so.
A squib child would tarnish the Malfoy legacy of producing the most powerful wizards in Europe. Lucius’ father had instilled in him a deep sense of duty towards their family reputation. He too would not have accepted the child and neither would his son.
The child had to disappear.
Ultimately it was Narcissa who did not allow her son to be killed or given away. Granted, such feelings stemmed not from any maternal sentiment but rather from a rather rudimentary notion that such an act would blight the family in some way. She wanted the child to remain at home but he was not to be recognized as heir or even given the Malfoy name. Lucius resolved the matter by summoning the house-elf Dobby and turning the child’s care over to him.
The rejected infant was moved from his luxurious nursery into the humble little room next to the wine cellar that Dobby occupied. His intricately carved family crib did not accompany him and the elf had to settle the tiny baby on a padded laundry basket. The child took to it so quickly as if he sensed that this was the best that he could aspire to now that his birthright was gone. Dobby sat down beside the basket and looked at his charge sadly. There was very little he could do for him as his own situation was precarious at best. Master Lucius had commanded to keep him away at all times and Dobby was a dutiful elf. He would try to do his best with the Malfoy child.
But he needed a name.
Dobby thought hard about it for almost a month. The baby had settled to very undemanding routine. He mostly slept throughout the daytime while Dobby worked in the kitchens. He managed to take a few breaks in between to deliver a bottle or change a messy diaper. For his part the child waited for his caretaker patiently during times he awakened to an empty room. He never cried except at night when he wanted to be held and Dobby would rock him back to sleep. Sometimes he would sing him a lullaby about Merlin’s tame Romanian Longhorn. The child would listen attentively as Dobby would relate the tales of the imposing creature. Eventually the elf decided to honor the memory of the brave dragon by giving child the singular name of Draco.
Dobby hoped that the name would give the child the strength to withstand the cheerless life that would likely be ahead of him.
TBC.
Part 2
Author: Jillian K
Length: 30+ chapters
Rating: R
Characters/pairings: H/D
Author's Notes: M/M light slash relationship (in later parts), some child abuse (both physical and emotional. The story contains many instances of angst and a very tortured Draco.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Draco the squib grows up unwanted but not unloved.
Chapter 1:
The child’s birth was an uncomplicated affair. As befitting a Malfoy lady, Narcissa did not make much of a fuss when her pains came. She merely paled and retired into the bedroom from whence a few silent hours later the much awaited heir was brought forth.
The child was small and a bit misshapen from his journey. He had inherited his parents light complexion. Blondish tufts of corn silk hair and tiny rose lips made him a rather pretty infant. His eyes were the normal newborn blue. A few days later they would darken to a striking grey but by then he was already out of sight and mind.
The Malfoy family had a long-running tradition of reading the aura of any heir moments after birth in order to discern magical potential. Lucius Malfoy had arranged for a specialist wizard to be on call when Narcissa had entered her sixth month. When the elderly wizard articulated his worst fears, Malfoy stood silent and stoic. His face did not betray any feeling but on closer inspection something had darkened in his own metallic eyes. In his mind he was already working out how soon Narcissa could be made pregnant again while disposing of the present issue.
His first inclination was to kill the defective child. His birth would not be made known and if people wondered, they could not voice their suspicions. The Malfoy name was too powerful for that. He would see that it remained so.
A squib child would tarnish the Malfoy legacy of producing the most powerful wizards in Europe. Lucius’ father had instilled in him a deep sense of duty towards their family reputation. He too would not have accepted the child and neither would his son.
The child had to disappear.
Ultimately it was Narcissa who did not allow her son to be killed or given away. Granted, such feelings stemmed not from any maternal sentiment but rather from a rather rudimentary notion that such an act would blight the family in some way. She wanted the child to remain at home but he was not to be recognized as heir or even given the Malfoy name. Lucius resolved the matter by summoning the house-elf Dobby and turning the child’s care over to him.
The rejected infant was moved from his luxurious nursery into the humble little room next to the wine cellar that Dobby occupied. His intricately carved family crib did not accompany him and the elf had to settle the tiny baby on a padded laundry basket. The child took to it so quickly as if he sensed that this was the best that he could aspire to now that his birthright was gone. Dobby sat down beside the basket and looked at his charge sadly. There was very little he could do for him as his own situation was precarious at best. Master Lucius had commanded to keep him away at all times and Dobby was a dutiful elf. He would try to do his best with the Malfoy child.
But he needed a name.
Dobby thought hard about it for almost a month. The baby had settled to very undemanding routine. He mostly slept throughout the daytime while Dobby worked in the kitchens. He managed to take a few breaks in between to deliver a bottle or change a messy diaper. For his part the child waited for his caretaker patiently during times he awakened to an empty room. He never cried except at night when he wanted to be held and Dobby would rock him back to sleep. Sometimes he would sing him a lullaby about Merlin’s tame Romanian Longhorn. The child would listen attentively as Dobby would relate the tales of the imposing creature. Eventually the elf decided to honor the memory of the brave dragon by giving child the singular name of Draco.
Dobby hoped that the name would give the child the strength to withstand the cheerless life that would likely be ahead of him.
TBC.
Part 2