Draco Malfoy, King of Golden Mountain

Chapter 2

** To catch you up on dates so there is no confusion here it goes: Draco was unconscious from October 17^th till the 20^th which is when his parents took him home. He has been home two days, and his seventeenth birthday is tomorrow, the 23^rd, which is a Sunday.

Draco was sitting in his immense bedroom contemplating what to do with himself. He had been home for two days now. At his mother's insistence he had seen some of the magical communities most experienced mediwizards. Finally after Miss Brighid who had almost hexed his mother, Lucius stated there would be no more visits by anybody. Draco was obviously fine and would return to school after his birthday. Draco was happy to have this surprise vacation, but damn he was bored! He wasn't really worried about losing consciousness for a few days; he had been working himself rather hard lately. The opinion of the first two wizards he had seen was quite simple he was overtired. The stress of schoolwork and being Quidditch captain and the normal hormones of being a teen-age boy combined with whatever it was that gave him magical abilities had put him in what Muggles called a coma. His mind as well as his body needed time to rest in order to recuperate and process all that was going on in his life. That he understood, but he had liked Miss Brighid's idea much better, if only his mother hadn't gotten so worked up about it, maybe he could have heard more. Brighid Mayfaire was an extremely elderly witch, when Draco first saw her; his first thought was that he hoped she'd make it through the appointment. Despite her feeble appearance, she had intelligent eyes and a voice that was far more suited to a girl of twenty. She spent a few minutes talking to Draco then she had him lay flat on his back while she hovered her hands up and down over his body. She wasn't actually touching him, she explained she was feeling his energy to see if it was flowing properly. After settling her hand on his head she closed her ayes and was silent for a few minutes. She explained physically he was fine, his body had shut down to prepare him for something coming in the near future. She detected traces of magic, but was not sure if it was a spell or his own magic that she was feeling. Many times there had been cases of unexplained blackouts, only to be followed by an immense awakening of power in the individual. Sometimes these black-outs or coma's as Muggles liked to call them could be a side effect of ancient binding spells put on children. Normally after the child awakened, within days he would become a mindless drone, only responding to the voice of his master. Narcissa had flipped out, ordering Brighid to leave her house. Draco had just sat back and sighed, he was used to his mother flipping out for no apparent reason, but what she had been saying was interesting. Not that he was worried about any binding spells or being a mindless drone, but he would definitely enjoy immense magical powers.

Draco was still sitting in his bed when his mother came in his room.

"Honey, how are you feeling?" She walked over and sat on the edge of his bed and went to rest her hand on his forehead.

"Mum, stop it!" Draco pulled away from her touch. "I'm fine! I don't need you hovering over me constantly, I'm not a baby anymore."

"You'll always be my baby, I don't care if you're a hundred years old, besides I just worry about you..."

Draco inwardly groaned he knew his mum was right, but damn she worried about everything! "I'm sorry, I know you worry a lot, but I promise I'm fine. I think I'm just going to stay in bed and rest some more, OK?"

"Alright, I'm going down to Diagon Alley to do some shopping, are you sure you'll be OK by yourself?"

"Yes, I'll be fine, will you pick me up a new broom servicing kit, mine is just about used up."

Narcissa sighed, "I do wish you would have picked a less dangerous hobby, I worry about you flying around up there. You could break your arm or get permanent damage from one of those Bludgers hitting you! Chess is such a more civilized game anyway..."

"MUM, will you stop it already! Never mind, I'll just have father get it for me, at least he understands!"

" Fine, stop yelling at me," Narcissa started sniffling, I just..."

"Worry about me?" Draco said finishing her sentence. "I'm sorry to have upset you." Draco got up and gave his mum a hug, " You know I love you mum, but really you have to start letting go a little bit. I'm graduating this year, next year I'll be working in Father's company, probably living on my own."

Narcissa, still sniffling, forced a smile for her son. " I love you too Drakey and I'll pick up the kit for you."

Narcissa left her son's room and went down to the library, the only room in Malfoy manor that was linked to the floo network. She sat down on the settee across from the fireplace and cried. Tomorrow was Draco's birthday, she was supposed to be picking out his gifts, but should she even bother? Would it even matter? Tomorrow was the night Draco was to be handed over to Lord Voldemort to become a Death Eater, thanks to Lucius. Even after all these years she still hated her husband for his weakness and his foolish pride. How could he give up his only son? She could have dealt with the other woman; she would have even dealt with being poor, after all what good was money when you're completely miserable? She was so mad at Lucius for not even consulting her! He was so proud he never even thought to ask her for money, she too had a substantial inheritance. Of course it was nothing compared to the immense Malfoy fortune, but it would have gotten them by for awhile, until Lucius could find a job and she would have worked too if necessary.

These past fifteen years had been hell for he,r too. Knowing that she would lose her son to some monster had driven her into deep depression, there were days she considered killing herself, but then she would think of Draco and Lucius and know that she would never have the guts to go through with it. But it wasn't just Draco she mourned; it was for her and Lucius too. She had loved Lucius since she was eleven, when they finally got together it was a dream come true, she had though nothing would ever come between them. Until that horrible night when he confessed his deal with Voldemort, never had she felt so betrayed, she felt as if he had ripped her heart out and fed it to the hellhounds. Even after all that he had done she loved him still, almost as much as she hated him. He had been her first love, her only love, and deep down she knew that he too was deeply hurt and truly regretted what he had done. So many times she had wanted to forgive him and tell him she was sorry for all these years she'd been cruel to him. But the words could never come to her, the time was never right.

Narcissa's head snapped up, a thought had just occurred to her. All these years she had thought the future was unchangeable, after all how could she defeat the Dark Lord on her own? Maybe if she had help she might be able to stop Draco from becoming the newest Death Eater. After all there was one person who had defeated the Voldemort time and time again, now if only he would help her...

Feeling a little stupid at the prospect of who she was about to go ask for help, she threw some floo powder in the fireplace. Yelling Diagon Alley she stepped in the green flames.

Ginny Weasley was having that dream again, the one of her and Tom, Dreams are funny sometimes, she knew she was dreaming after all it had to be a dream, how else could she be with a sixteen year old Tom Riddle? But there was something different about this dream, she had control over what her dream self did, usually when she had this dream she felt as if she was just an observer screaming at herself to "Stop, what are you doing, can't you see he's trying to destroy you?" This time she was actually fighting him, screaming and yelling telling him all the things she had wanted to say after waking up in the infirmary.

Tom only laughed softly... "Oh, Virginia, you've grown up to be so beautiful, one day you will come around. You used to love me, I was your closest friend, you're only confidant in a world where everyone ignored you".

Ginny could feel herself crying in her sleep, the tears were running down her face wetting her pillow, "But you lied to me, you were just using me to open the Chamber again! You could have killed me!"

"Virginia, my love," he moved closer to touch her cheek. "I would not have let you die, Dumbledore is a fool, if my plan had succeeded I would have fulfilled all my promises to you. I would have taken you from your family who does not appreciate you and you would have had your every hearts desire. We could have been together forever, I don't need the Sorcerer's Stone for immortality, there are other methods." He took her hand in his and softly kissed her palm, and he looked at her, mesmerizing her with those beautiful blue eyes that always had made her melt. For one second she remembered how it felt to be in his arms...

Suddenly she was herself again; she jerked her hand back and slapped him as hard as she could across his face. "Don't you give me your bullshit lines, I'm not an eleven year old girl anymore! All you do is lie, you destroy everything you touch, you almost destroyed me and I will not let that happen again! I hate you, stay away from me, or I swear you'll be sorry!"

Tom again laughed at her, "I see you'll be needing a little time to get used to the idea of us being together again. Oh, by the way Virginia - this isn't a dream, I'll be coming for you soon..."

Ginny awoke with a start; she sat up in bed and looked around have hoping to see Tom. Instead all she saw was the familiar surroundings of her dorm, it was early afternoon, and she must have slept well past lunch. Her dorm mates were nowhere to be seen and she got out of bed and went over to her bottom drawer and grabbed her cigarettes. She walked over to the window and opened it up; she could see her brother Ron and Harry were on the Quidditch field fooling around. She lit a cigarette, and started to think about the dream. Ever since the Chamber of Secrets incident, she had nightmares of her and Tom. But tonight's dream was different it was so real! She could still hear his voice echoing in her head, telling her he would soon be coming for her and that whole comment about it not being a dream bothered her immensely. As soon as she showered and got herself some food she would find Hermione. She knew all there was to know about well, everything. Ginny had heard that dreams were generally an unstudied area, and that dream magic was an ancient dark magic and that no one even had a reliable source to guide them. "Well, leave it to Lord Voldemort to know about it", she said aloud to herself as she flicked the butt out the window.

She shuddered and got up to get her robe, she just couldn't shake that feeling her dream was real.

Draco had fallen back asleep after his mother left and he too was having a strange dream. In it was Lord Voldemort, looking, as he must have back at Hogwarts. Since it was a dream he didn't need to be told that the handsome boy, who was probably sixteen with black hair and piercing blue eyes was Tom Riddle. They were sitting on a bench in front of a house that looked as if was built by a small child who went wild with his building blocks. It appeared over the years that whoever lived there had just randomly added on additional rooms as needed, not really caring about the appearance. This bothered Draco, he was used to the sharp lines of Malfoy Manor, the perfect symmetry of the house he had grown up in.

"Do you know where we are Draco"?

"No, but whoever lives here could use some architectural advice, why are you in my dreams? Where are the sexy virgins to bathe me and feed me grapes, while my love slaves fan me with large palm leaves?"

The young Lord Voldemort laughed, "you have a nice wit about you, your father was so dry. No personality. Draco, you are here for our mutual benefit, I know you fancy Virginia..."

"Who's Virginia?" Draco said interrupting.

Tom looked a little perturbed at being interrupted but went on, "Ginny Weasley? That is Virginia, such a beautiful young woman deserves a woman's name, not some childish nickname."

"OK", Draco said, "whatever you say, your uh Darkness."

At this Tom slapped Draco, "I will not deal with your impertinence, you amused me for a moment, but now shut up and listen! Virginia is important to an upcoming plan of mine, as are you. You already fancy her so this should not be difficult. All I ask is you get her alone, a date, bring her into Hogsmeade on your next weekend and from there I will take care of her. That will be your first mission as a Death Eater, and as a reward for being a good boy, I will allow you to take any liberties you so desire with Virginia for one night. Then we shall see how my plan goes and who knows maybe I'll tire of her and you can have her."

"I look forward to our ceremony tomorrow Draco, rest well, I've heard it can be painful." Tom winked and disappeared and Draco went back to the normal dreams of sixteen-year-old boys. Sex.