Lily had begged Aunt Ginny to let her come over to ‘get to know me more’ and all. Brie was so cool. She was a total jock, yeah, and she seemed more of a guy then Reese was. But there was something about Brie that made you want to like her. I couldn’t exactly decide if it was her boldness, her humor or what. Also, she was a good path to boys. If she was friends with most of them and I was friends with her. . .
A few times, I noticed Brie was looking at Reese. He had completely impressed her with his little fist fight. He had impressed everyone, I think. Ross never looked at Reese like he was so amazing and even Lily’s attitude towards my brother changed drastically. Reese was suddenly cool in their eyes. Personally, I thought he was an idiot. A really big idiot.
Now, Brie, Lily, and I all sat on top of the stairs listening to Reese get yelled at for fighting. Aunt Ginny, Uncle Harry, and Ron and Hermione were standing outside the kitchen door wondering if they should interfere. Daniel, Ross, Mark, and Mary all sat in front of us, also listening. Daniel seemed to love Reese even more. Lily said it was because Daniel had been teased since he started Hogwarts by the Goyal brothers. Now, he felt as if he had someone to protect him.
“—not was it just one kid, it was two! TWO!” my mother yelled, “Two boys that were three times your size and probably had their wands on them!”
“It’s not my fault!” we heard Reese’s voice, muffled for it was lower, “They had followed me. They wanted a fight!”
“You could have been seriously hurt, Reese! They can sit on you and you’ll die!” Mom yelled.
“Amber,” it was my dad, he never yelled, “You’re yelling at Reese for being okay. He needs to be punished for fighting.”
“And how are we going to do that?” Mom asked, “Reese, you’ve been getting out of hand since forever. What is it going to take to keep you under control? Can’t you act like a normal fifteen year old for once? No more fights, no more black, no more of this depression you’ve put yourself in?”
“Normal, mom?” Reese repeated, “You want me to be normal? I thought normal pretty much died when I came home from school one day and–oh! I’m suddenly a wizard! Not to mention everything I’ve ever seen, any part of the future, is REAL! I don’t only see happy things.”
“Reese, don’t yell at your mother,” Dad snapped.
“What? So you can get you’re little speech in about immaturity and go more into depth about how I’m out of control?” Reese’s voice was raising now.
“Reese. . .”
“No, I get that for everything. I get in trouble for everything! Growing up, you both told me to be myself. And I am. Because I listened to you, I’m a rebel.” Reese said.
“That’s not true. . .”
“Then what is true? Anything you say, right? As long as everything goes your way. Well, I’m sorry if I weren’t more like you as a kid, Dad. I’m sorry if I am not perfect—”
“You have no idea how I was raised!”
“Well, obviously you learned to spoil.”
“What does that mean?”
“Like you don’t know.”
I winced, knowing that Dad was getting madder by the moment and that was not going to make things better. I could just picture my mom watching helplessly, not able to break them up. The house was silent for a minute and then I heard my dad said, “What did you say?”
A door slammed and Reese appeared in the hallway, hurrying up the stairs. His eyes flashed when he saw us all plus the other adults. But he did not stop. My dad appeared in the hallway, watching him.
“Reese!” he warned.
“Go to hell!” Reese shouted, stepping over us, I noticed a tear but was sure I imagined it.
“Reese!” Dad said again.
“Just leave me alone, already! I hate you!” Reese snapped and then he slammed his bedroom door. Seconds later, music blasted from his room. The rest of the house was silent. Dad looked taken aback for a moment. He looked away, frowning in anger and concern, before turning around and walking outside. Mom hesitated and then followed him.
Uncle Harry appeared at the bottom of the stairs and slowly started up the stairs. All of us just sat, stunned. I had heard much worse between Reese and my dad, but I always hated listening to it. Harry told Mary to go downstairs to “mummy” and she went, looking somewhat scared.
“Hey,” Uncle Harry said, sitting on the step against the wall.
“Hi,” we all muttered.
“What just happened?” he said, smiling slightly and we all smiled, too. I was embarrassed, I’ll admit.
“I think he meant it,” I whispered. Uncle Harry looked at me and said nothing. Instead he just stood up, step over us all, and went to Reese’s door where he tapped on it twice before entering. The music did not lower and there were no shouts. Everything felt odd and eerie.
“Do you want to eat something?” Lily asked, “In the kitchen? Away from the music?”
“Not really music, but whatever,” I muttered and led the way down the stairs. Ross, Daniel, Brie, and Lily followed. We reached the kitchen just as Aunt Ginny and Hermione left it with Ron, whispering under their breath as if they didn’t want anyone to head what they were saying.
“Is Reese going to be mad for the rest of the day now?” Daniel asked as he sat down at the breakfast nook. I looked up at him and shrugged.
“Sometimes he’ll stay in his room for weeks on end,” I explained. Daniel nodded, looking disappointed.
“You shouldn’t hang around Reese too much anyways, Daniel, he’s not a good influence,” I then said as Lily started preparing a quick snack for us all. Daniel looked up at me with his innocent, green eyes, confused and I quickly explained, “Reese is one of those kids that is a danger to everyone. No matter who it is that gets to know him, their lives are guaranteed to change drastically. Hanging around him is like asking to turn. . .rebellious. And no one likes a rebel.”
“I think they’re kind of hot,” Brie said and she and Lily giggled a little.
“They are, Heather, you have to admit it,” Lily said. I raised an eyebrow.
“You guys are kidding me,” I said, “You would rather date a guy that is totally unpredictable then date a sweet and caring guy that buys you flowers and chocolate?”
“You only live once, why not have a little adventure?” Brie asked and then rolled her eyes, “I don’t date much anyways, no matter how gorgeous the rebel is.”
“Ew, you did not just call my brother gorgeous,” I said, wincing. Brie laughed again.
“No,” she said and then she and Lily laughed again.
“You both are very good looking,” Lily said honestly, “But anyways, lets move on from this conversation. I think we’re boring Ross and Daniel.”
“You are,” Ross nodded. But Daniel was frowning.
“How come Dad went in to talk to Reese?” he asked, curiously. I looked at Lily now and we exchanged confused looks.
“I’m not sure. . .” she said.
I followed Draco outside. He walked ahead of me, his robes billowing behind him as he went to the end of the property. He then stopped and leaned against a tree, hanging his head. I slowed down and approached him slowly. He heard me coming, I knew, but he didn’t look up or show any sign that he wanted me there or to leave. I touched his arm and brushed my fingers along until I was touching his shoulder.
“Draco?” I asked.
“He meant it,” Draco said in a quiet voice, “I never thought he would say it, but he did and he meant it. I know he did. His voice and the hate. . .”
“He didn’t mean it,” I said, trying to sound convincing. I honestly did not know what to think of Reese and what he had said. I hadn’t thought he ever could say that to his father. I sighed.
“We both know he did,” Draco muttered, looking at me, his eyes sad.
“We don’t,” I insisted.
“Then what did he mean?” my husband snapped.
“I’m turning into my own father. Reese said it, I don’t like when things don’t go my way. . . I spoil and I-I. . .I’m turning into my father.” Draco looked pathetic. Like that was the worse thing in the world that could happen to him.
“You aren’t, Draco, I promise you aren’t. You don’t control their lives. You let them live the way they should and make their own decisions,” I said, “You’re father never let you do that.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Draco said, sighing, “Reese won’t talk to me again. Not after what he said. He finally got out what he wanted to say. What more is there?”
“You have to talk to your son. I mean, he is your son!” I said, looking at Draco seriously, “You can fix this.”
“I don’t think I can.”
“Don’t say that,” I said sternly, smacking Draco on the arm hard, “Don’t you ever say that. If you fix this now and don’t let it build or put it behind you, then you can fix this. Just don’t let it get out of hand.”
“He won’t talk to me. You know he won’t,” Draco said, looking at me now, but looking more determined. I smiled a bit.
“He will,” I said. Draco knew that I wouldn’t let Reese get away with not talking things out with his father. It wasn’t fair for him not to. Reese knew it wasn’t right, too. He had more sense then that.
“Yeah, sure he will,” Draco said, sighing, “I screwed up.”
“That’s okay, everyone screws up sometimes,” I said, resting a hand on Draco’s arm and hugging him the best I could. I kissed his cheek and rubbed his back comfortingly, “But when you screw up, you have to get back up and fix it. Promise me, Draco, that you will fix this.”
Draco closed his eyes, “I promise.”
“Thank you,” I whispered and rested my head on his shoulder.
Uncle Harry understands me. I really think he does. He spoke to me like he knew it all and I listened. I understood what he was trying to tell me. I was thankful for that, having not been in the mood to ration with myself the way Harry had. And now I sat on my bed, letting everything my uncle said sink he. He had left over an hour ago. I was calm and I was now unsure of what I said was true. It would be horrible if what I said was actually true. Hate my dad? No.
Trying to take my mind off things, I started playing guitar. And just as I was about to put it down and go downstairs for dinner when my 6th sense triggered. Someone was at the door. My father’s father. My grandfather. I exited my room, letting the door shut behind me quietly. I went across the hall, my guitar still strapped on and tapped on Heather’s door. Lily opened it and I slipped inside like a snake. Heather and Brie were sitting on the floor, stretched out. I wondered if Brie was having a good time.
“What?” Heather asked.
“Someone is here,” I said.
“That’s specific,” she rolled her eyes, “I heard someone knock on the door only a moment ago, “Do you know who it is?”
“Dad’s dad,” I shrugged, unable to call him grandad or something. Heather looked up and Brie and Lily froze, looking between us.
“Lucius Malfoy?” Brie whispered.
“If that’s his name,” I shrugged and then I noticed she sounded frightened, “Something wrong?”
“No, its fine,” she said, looking away. I rolled my eyes.
“Reese? Heather!” it was Mom calling us and I looked at Heather.
“Let’s go meet grandpapi!” I said sarcastically, Brie smiled a bit at the joke but Heather rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“Shut up. I thought you were in a bad mood,” she said as I lead the way out into the hall way, holding the neck of my guitar as his hung across my shoulder. I was much too lazy to put it away.
“Then you need to learn my moods better, twin sister,” I said and Heather walked past me before going downstairs. I followed behind and met up with Mom at the bottom of them.
“Please, behave,” she said to both of us, “This man isn’t someone you want to be looked down upon on by.”
“Stuck up ass,” I muttered.
“Yes, but don’t tell him that,” she said, “His name is Lucius Malfoy, obviously, your grandfather. He disowned your father from the Malfoy name before you were born and now, well. . . .just behave.”
We followed her into the living room. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry sat on one couch. A man that looked much like Dad sat in an arm chair. He carried the air of importance and arrogance. Dad was sitting at another arm chair looking miserable, nervous, and confused all at the same time. Mom sat down next to him and the man turned his head towards us before standing.
He looked at Heather and smiled, looking satisfied with the daughter. But then he looked at me. He stared at my face, looking at my clothes, frowned at my guitar, and then looked at my face again. Then he stood and walked over to us, walked around in a circle, frowned some more at me and then looked at Dad and Mom.
“At least you didn’t screw up both of them,” he said in a pompous voice. I was offended and opened my mouth before Heather elbowed me.
“I assure you Reese has his head on straight,” Dad said in a stiff voice.
“Having your head on straight doesn’t make you a Malfoy,” Lucius snapped and then looked at me again, “Step forward, boy.” I did as I was told, but not before giving him a look, “He looks like a filthy muggle if I ever saw one. The hair, the clothes, the instrument! Nothing about him screams Pureblood. No nobility surrounds him. He just a waste of human flesh.”
“He grew up thinking he was a Muggle, Father,” Dad said, “I don’t see anything wrong with him.”
Lucius said nothing and looked at me again, “Speak boy,” he said.
“I have a name,” I spat at him, unable to hold any rudeness in.
“I find Reese a very Muggle like name. It reminds me of chocolate and I don’t think it fits any pureblood. You’re messed up in every nature and I assume that you are an out of control teenager who thinks he knows everything,” Lucius said, looking down at me with an obnoxious air.
“No one can know anything, so I think you should stop exaggerating and don’t judge me before you know me. After all, I am your blood,” I said, my 6th sense kicking in once more so I felt as if I had known this man for my whole life. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand.
“You obviously have no idea whom you are talking to,” he said. I looked at the wooden stick.
“You don’t scare me,” I said. And then Dad was standing in front of me.
“You’ve met them. Now leave,” he said.
A few weeks later, I was more adjusted to the magical world and even capable of a few simple spells. Dad didn’t talk to me much and I didn’t say much to him. Though I think he knew I didn’t mean it. I hoped he did, because I have problems with apologizes. I laid in bed one night, staring at the ceiling, when I finally was able to shut my eyes and doze off.
It was dark and the house quiet. There was a pounding on the door, echoing through the chambers and corridors. Dad, Mom, Aunt Ginny, and Uncle Harry came downstairs together, muttering something about who it could be. Their wands were at the ready. They hurried down the stairs and before the reached the door, it swung open.
A man came in with a cloak.
I sat up, startled, just as a pounding on the door echoed through the house. My dream, my vision, poured back into my memory and I jumped from the warmth of my bed. My door swung open just as Heather’s did. We barely pay attention to one another as we hurried down the corridor, knowing Uncle Harry and Dad had just passed by. I slid to a stop, almost falling down the stairs and grabbing the banister just in time as Heather stopped gracefully.
“Don’t open the door!” we screamed at the same time. I went half way down the stairs when Harry and Dad looked back at us. Harry’s eyes widened.
“Stupfry!” he shouted and a jet of red light shot through the air, past me and Heather and hit a shadowed figure.
“Get back upstairs!” Draco shouted at me just as the door swung open and that same cloaked figure came in laughing.
“Ginny, go!” Harry shouted and I turned around and stared at my pregnant Aunt, who seemed determined to stand and fight next to her husband.
“Reese!” Heather shouted from the top of the stairs, Daniel, Mary, Lily, and Heather all stared wide eyed by Heather’s door. I looked back down at my aunt and knew that she wasn’t going to move. The foyer was now filled with cloaked men and I saw one pointing a wand right a Ginny. She wasn’t paying attention, for she was casting her own spells on another cloaked man. I gasped.
“No! Reese!” Heather screamed as I ran down the stairs.
I skipped the last two and stood right infront of my aunt. She looked so surprised by my sudden apparence it took her a moment to realize that I just blocked her from a curse. I winced as the curse cut my skin, blood immediately soaked my shirt.
“Come on,” I said, “you can’t be here,” I said, pulling her arm up the stairs.
“Neither can you,” Ginny said, eyes wide and together we made our way back to the stairs. I caught Harry’s eyes as I was half way up, Ginny ahead of me and saw the relief in them before he went back to fighting skillfully. I watched it all for a moment, impressed by my own parents.
“Reese!” it was Heather again and this time Ginny was with them, looking frantic as I just stood there. I turned to go back up the stairs and go to the top before a figure appeared in front of me. I gasped as I felt a spell hit me and then I was down at the bottom of the stairs again in a heap.
“Reese!” Dad and Mom called my name that time and I blinked the stars from my eyes and tried to stand, but someone pushed me down again. Then I felt blinding pain shoot through my body and I cried out in pain and begged the pain to go away. It was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Don’t hurt him. Please, stop,” I heard mom saying and I stared at the ceiling breathing hard. I felt like every bone in my body was broken.
“Such a good looking boy,” I heard a voice say. A voice I’ve only heard in my visions. I felt myself raise and stand on my feet. Arms were then around me and a wand at my throat before I finally looked up and saw that I was in the center. Dad, Mom, and Uncle Harry stood with their wands ready. Mom looked terrified, Dad determined, and Harry angry.
“Let him go, he’s fifteen,” Harry said.
“Yes, about the age Amber saw him and his sister defeat me,” the voice said and the wand dug deeper into my next. I was too weak to struggle.
“Don’t hurt him,” Dad said. The man twisted my arm and I winced, already in pain, and groaned a little.
“He won’t feel dying. I’ve heard its quiet peaceful,” the man laughed and I let out a louder groan as he twisted my arm some more.
“I said don’t hurt him!” Dad said and waved his wand. Suddenly I was on the ground again, the arms and wand gone. There was a series of cracks and then the foyer was empty and I coughed, the wand had rubbed against my neck.
“Reese!” Mom was suddenly holding me, “Lay down, Reese, relax, don’t push yourself too much.”
“He’s bleeding, get his shirt off,” Harry ordered and then I was suddenly very cold. I coughed some more and winced as a stinging erupted on my chest.
“That’s the one he got when he moved in front of Ginny. I couldn’t stop it in time,” I heard Dad said.
“Daddy?” that was Heather, “Daddy, is he okay?”
And then I lost conscienceness.
A/N: A horribly rush and uneventful chapter, I know, but its the way it came out. . . hope you enjoyed it anyways.
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