The New Lightning Bolt

Chapter Two

Draco Malfoy's POV

Draco was very proud of himself. He had not only made one person cry this week, but four. As he rounded a corner he couldn't help but let a smile play across his lips, mingling with the trademark smirk, in satisfaction. This week was definitely a personal record for him. He rounded yet another corner, in hopes of finding some first years, but the hallway was empty much to his dismay. A glint of scarlet caught his eye out the window, which no doubt meant a Gryffindor. Harry Potter was walking to the Quidditch Pitch...alone.

Why don't we make it five? Draco thought smirking, but with a twist.

Draco turned around and retraced his steps toward the dungeons. He entered the dimly lit common room and headed for his dormitory passing a few of his fellow Slytherins. He reached his room and headed for his bed, which was the middle of the five. He opened his trunk after disarming the locking spells he set on it earlier and grabbed the invisibility cloak Potter was so kind of letting him borrow. Surprisingly Potter hadn't told on him, but he did try to get it back, which led to another unconscious incident.

***

"Malfoy, give it back," Potter said grabbing Draco's arm.

"Get your hands off me, Potter," Draco said turning around and jerking his elbow out of his grasp. "And give what back?"

"You know what I am talking about, Malfoy. Give. It. Back," Potter growled inching closer with every syllable.

Draco was not the kind of person to back down so instead he too inched closer, mimicking the angry face of Potter. "Give what back?"

"Don't play stupid, Malfoy. You know exactly what I am talking about," Potter growled once more. He then lowered his voice so there was no chance that anyone could hear him in the vacant hallway. "My cloak," he whispered.

"You remember? I obviously didn't hit you hard enough then," Draco said a bit amused. "You know, Potter, that cloak of yours is useful. Why would I just give it back?"

"Because I said so."

"I don't take orders from anyone, Potter. I think I am going to keep it. Besides you really don't need it," Draco smirked.

"How do you figure?"

"Unlike you, the rest of us will get in trouble if we were caught in the hallways at night. All you have to do is show them your forehead and they disregard you because you are Saint Potter. The bloody Boy Who Lived."

"Jealous, Malfoy?" this time Potter smirked. Draco didn't see his trademark smirk on his face because he was seeing red.

"Me? Jealous? Yeah right, Potter."

"Sounds like you are to me," Harry said as he folded his arms across his chest in triumph.

"I am not, you twit."

"Prove it."

"What?" Draco choked out.

"You heard me, Ferret Boy. Why don't you prove that you are not jealous of my scar and my so-called privileges that you claim come with it?"

"What?" he choked out once more trying to think of something fast.

"My, my. I do believe that this is the first time I've ever seen a speechless Malfoy."

"I am not speechless, you dork." Draco retorted mentally slapping himself for such a lame comeback.

"Ouch, Malfoy. I didn't know you were so good at making up witty remarks."

Pulling out his wand Draco glared at Potter and said, "You'll pay."

Potter pulled out his own wand and demanded, "Give me back my cloak."

"Expelliarmus!" they both cried at once. The two spells hit each other midway and ricochet back to their conjurer. Both Potter and Draco were sent flying backwards as their wands went forwards. The two wands collided against each other and there was a definite snap as one of the wands broke.

Draco got up and quickly ran to get his wand. He got to the spot where they lied just before Potter did and he glared down at the site in front of him. Draco's wand lay in two pieces whereas Potter's was unharmed. Furious, Draco picked up Potter's wand and held each end getting ready to break it.

"That wand was my father's, Potter, and you broke it. Now you'll truly pay."

Potter held up his left hand for his wand. It ripped out of Draco's fingers and flew to him. He grabbed it and held out his right. He turned his wrist so his palm was facing him and with a flick of his wrist golden tinged light pored out of his hand as he held the palm toward Draco who went sailing across the hall. He landed with a sickening thump. Slowly he got up and faced Potter. He walked, or rather limped, to Potter.

"Once again I under estimated you, Potter. I didn't know you could do wandless magic. Yes, very rare and also very impressive, Potter. I do believe breaking your wand would do me no good so you'll have to pay a different way."

"What are you talking about, Malfoy?"

"What I'm trying to say is that you are not the only one who can do wandless magic."

With that said Draco mimicked Potter's wrist action and silver light hit Potter making him fly across the hall. Draco was a bit surprised he didn't get up so he casually limped over to the motionless body and noticed he was out cold. He picked up Potter's wand and stuffed it into his robes. He needed a wand for school purposes and Potter's would be quite nice. It was almost like his own so he was sure he wasn't going to have any problems with it nor would Potter miss it.

"Best if you didn't remember any of this, Potter." He waved a hand over his head and let a few silver sparks fall on his face successfully administering a memory charm. "I only need a few sparks so you won't remember my power."

***

Draco headed out his dormitory underneath Potter's cloak. He passed a couple first years with difficulty because he still wanted to continue his streak, but he quickly got over it with the thought of a fight with Potter. He exited the castle and quickly made his way to the field making sure his feet were covered the whole way.

He reached the stands and took the invisibility cloak off stuffing it deep into his own robe sneaking behind a beam.

What the...?

Winds were beginning to pick up and were becoming worse every second that passed. They were so bad his hair started to come out of its place. He saw from behind his hair Potter racing to the ground and throwing himself against a beam and losing grasp of his broom stick.

Draco took one of his arms from around the beam to reach down into his pockets for the wand. A sudden wind knocked him off his support beam completely, sending straight into Potter's, which he was just only holding onto with slipping fingers. Draco, without thinking, pointed the wand at Potter and sent a rope catching him a foot away from the beam where he let go. Two more ropes sprung from the tip of the wand and either end attached itself to either boy reeling him in from the sky. Draco with his free hand fastened himself to the beam with a golden rope.

When Potter reached Draco they grabbed hands and he pulled him behind the beam. The three ropes disappeared but Draco motioned for the gold one to encircle them both. He held Potter up close to him and was just noticing his glasses were missing when he cried in pain and slowly slid down to the ground. He pocketed Potter's wand. Draco went with him and pulled Potter's hand away from his forehead to see nothing but his scar. Out of the corner of his eye he saw figures coming closer and he quickly put Potter behind him while still holding onto him. The leader of the figures didn't have to speak for Draco to know who it was. Voldemort.

How Draco hated Voldemort. Yes, ever since he could remember Draco was destined to become a Death Eater, but the ever since he could remember ended with the death of his parents. Voldemort had not only killed his most faithful supporter, but ruined Draco's life. His father was the only reason he ever thought about becoming a Death Eater. He really didn't want to kiss the robes of some power-hungry, corrupt wizard nor follow him on his knees, but his father asked him to. It was more of a demand than a request, but Draco respected his parents and his father's wishes until one evening.

***

Draco was asleep in his gigantic bed at the Manor. The black covers were all around him cradling his carefree body keeping him warm. He was aroused from his sleep with a stern knock on his bedroom door. Draco lifted his head to see his well-dressed father, as usual, walk into his room.

"Draco, I have some important matters to attend to this morning with our Dark Lord and I don't suspect I'll be home for dinner. Please tell your mother this when she wakes up as I am sure she'll want to know," Lucius explained.

"Yes, father. May I ask what you are to do today?"

"I cannot discuss that with you, Draco, you know that. But when you get the mark you will know," he said with a sort of pleased look on his face.

"Yes, father."

The conversation ended there as Lucius gracefully walked out the door leaving a disheveled Draco to get ready for the day. He took a shower and put on some clothes, but he didn't do anything to his hair because he knew no one was coming what with his father out of the house and all. His hair took too long to do without magic and since they weren't aloud to do it away from Hogwarts during the summer he let it do its own thing. His mother was always playing with his hair when he did this, saying that it reminded her of his father's hair. He always let her play with it because it was obvious it was her highlight of the day and he really didn't mind the tickling her long nails made against his head as she ran her fingers through his hair.

On this particular day Draco went out around the Manor trying to discover a secret or two, which he was successful in doing. Inside the guess bathroom in the west wing he noticed a tile out of place behind the toilet. He tapped it a total of three times and a grinding noise came from under the sink. He stepped away from the toilet and went into the cabinet under the sink to find a whole new part of the Manor he had never seen before. It was some sort of study with a little escape panel to the outside. There was a desk and a comfy armchair. He spent the whole afternoon in there exploring until the dinner bell chimed. He sealed the opening and headed to the dining room. Upon entering he noticed his mother at one end of the table puffy-eyed.

"Mum? What is the matter?" Draco asked as he made his way to her. She didn't say anything and he looked around noticing a Death Eater in the middle of the kitchen entrance. "And who are you?"

"Mr. Malfoy, I am Boris Maul. I am sorry to inform you, but your father was killed not to long ago. Our Dark Lord wishes for you to come with me. He says he has a special assignment for you."

"My father was killed? By whom?"

"The Dark Lord wishes to see you so he can explain everything. So if you please, Mr. Malfoy."

"No!" And with that said Draco ran as fast as he could. The Death Eater was chasing after him and sending spells to make him stop. Draco weaved in and out of the rooms while sending spells back to Boris.

"Accio wand," Boris said and Draco's wand complied to his demand. Draco really didn't care that much because he didn't need his wand where we was going. He made a left and then a right and entered the bathroom. He quickly tapped the tile three times and the loud grinding noise started. Stupidly, Draco waved his hands about while shushing the opening and to his surprise the sound stopped.

How the hell did I do that?

He climbed in the cabinet and closed the doors. He got beneath the sliding panel and waved his hands at it in a closing motion. "Um. Close?" It did. It quietly closed and Draco sighed heavily.

Having an idea Draco raised a hand and said, "Lock." A silvery light flashed and he knew the passage way was locked. Making his way to the armchair Draco had yet another plan. He made his way to the escape door instead and silenced the hinges. He threw the doors open peering around to make sure no one was around outside and held up a hand. He thought of his father's black hawk hard and light glowed from his hand. A few seconds later the bird came gliding down to him resting on his arm. He brought him inside and with the other hand locked the exit. He set the bird down on the chair and went to the desk. He reached in side one of the drawers and brought out a quill, an inkbottle, and a piece of parchment. In his graceful handwriting Draco wrote a short yet informative letter to Dumbledore asking him please to come and get him. He included: he was hiding in a secret room in the west wing, instructions on how to get in there, the message from Boris Maul (about his father and Voldemort), and his new found power. He tied the letter to the hawk, unlocked the exit, sent the bird out, and locked the exit once more.

Going back to the armchair Draco plopped down upon it and cradled his head in his hands. Malfoy's were never to show emotion, especially crying, as it was a sign of weakness, but Draco couldn't help it. He let a silent tear fall down his cheek as he shifted in the chair to rest his head on the back cushion. He fell asleep after a few more tears rolled down.

When he woke up he was in a completely different room. Light was pouring in from a window and he was in a bed. He quickly glanced around the room and found Dumbledore smiling at him.

"Mr. Malfoy, I am glad to see you are awake. I dare say I got your letter in the nick of time, am I right?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," Draco said as he sat up. "Professor..."

"Yes?" said Dumbledore tilting his head so he could see Draco over the top of his half moon spectacles.

"Where am I?"

"You are in a Leaky Cauldron room. Number twelve I believe. I have put many wards up for your protection and you'll stay here until the start of school. Your mother wanted me to give you these." Dumbledore handed Draco the key to the family vault in Gringotts and his father's wand. "I also want to tell you something that might shock you."

Looking up from his father's wand Draco looked at Dumbledore as if there was nothing in the world that could shock him anymore than the death of his father has.

"After I came to get you and your things," he said pointing to Draco's trunk, "Voldemort came to your house and tried to find you. Your mother told me to Apparate quickly while I still had the chance. I grabbed you and your things as Voldemort came in and...and your mother stood in front of you. She sacrificed herself for you. I am sorry Draco, but I couldn't wait any longer or we both would have been killed."

Draco just stared at his father's wand in his hand. He twirled it. "So...he killed my mother. My mother tried to save me. I am going to go out on a limb here and say he killed my father." Dumbledore nodded. "I thought so. I should have known by the way Boris avoided that question. This sounds like it should be Potter's life." They were silent for a while.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued, "I want you to realize that Malfoy Manor is yours now and after I safeguard it you are free to return to it, but I doubt it will be done anytime soon. The best way is to return after you finish this year of school. You can go there for the Christmas break if you would like."

"Okay."

"May I ask a favor of you?"

"Sure," Draco sniffed.

"Your house is very big with a lot of rooms and I was wondering if you would be willing to share the house with another student over the summer as they don't have a place to stay."

"I guess that would be okay."

"Great! Now Draco I want you to eat something and get some sleep. If you need something owl me please." Draco nodded and Dumbledore exited the room. Draco fell backwards into the heap of pillows near the headrest and held out a hand to lock the door. He rolled over, dug his face into a pillow and began to weep.

From the time Draco was at the Leaky Cauldron to the beginning of the school year he barely left his room. He was mentally preparing himself for the next school year, trying to get his smirk and cruelty towards Potter in order.

***

"Step aside, Draco," Voldemort ordered.

Draco felt Harry tense up and look at him though he knew he wasn't in focus. His eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Malfoy?!"