Draco Draco Dracooo

8: Just Like Dear Old Dad

Song for Chapter: Nate Growing Up
By: Labrinth
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After finding myself in my dorm shared with Astoria I dropped onto my bed. My owl flew in with a gentle coo dropping a letter on my stomach. There was nothing written on the ancient looking envelope, just a black wax seal with a snake wrapped around a sword. Opening it I faded into dust reappearing in a garden. I felt sick.

"Hello dear." A voice said in a sort of echo.

Nobody was in my sight, there was a thick fog around me but I was still able to make out bushes.

"Nebulus." I uttered.

The fog faded away gracefully leaving me in a large circle of rose bushes. Alone.

"It's been so long since I've seen you my pet." The voice continued.

I had my wand at my side ready to strike at any given moment.

"Who are you? Show yourself." I stated in a forceful tone.

Soon enough I felt a sharp pain on my neck.

Ssss

Gripping onto my neck I fell to my knees letting out a slight groan.

Another pain was emitted into my calf. It spread to my entire body looking at my hands the veins looked darker.

I turned around to see a very large snake.

"Why so tense my dear?" The voice said calmly.

"Show yourself asshole!" I yelled.

"Confringo!" I yelled aiming my wand at a rose bush in front of me.

Oh shit. Dad?!

"My how you've grown."

The snake then slithered to my dad lying at his feet.

"What did it do? The snake."

"Oh never mind that. Where's Dahlia?" (My childhood stuffy)

"Where's your nose." I said sassily.

He floated towards me fast gripping my face raising me up. He dug his famously long nails into my cheeks. I let out a painful groan.

Using all my force I grabbed each one of his wrists, using my upper body strength to throw my feet into is face and flipping over.

"Why you little shit!" He said with a slight chuckle, cupping his eye.

With a swift motion from his hand the remainder of the bushes fell revealing several cloaked figures.

"Come my boy." He said extending an arm.

Shortly after his order a cloaked figure walks over to him. The cloak then burned away to reveal a boy about my age. He was tall, with dark hair and eyes.

"This, my flower, is Mattheo Cunningham."

"Persephone." He greeted promptly.

"I don't understand." I said. What was happening.

"I have an assignment for you, Mattheo is coming to assist you." My father explained.

"A what?!"

"He is the best of his age. Perfect for my daughter's first task."

"Yeah, no, this is not happening." I reached into my robe pocket retrieving a small shell like whistle.

"What on Merlin's name is that." Mattheo asked.

"A caller gifted to me by my father figure whom I grew up with. Who actually wanted me and cares about me."

"And who might that be?"