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 Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 1:30 pm
I started writing this fan fiction when I was sixteen (I am now eighteen) and my writing has become a little rusty since school began. Please do not post comments in this forum. Post them in the OOC Discussion that I've created along with it. The comments can be whatever just try to keep them nice. If you don't like the story don't bash it, just say that it's not your type. If you have any tips let me know and I'll try and incorporate them in. Thanks much! I hope you all enjoy it!! Hidden Messages: A romantic fan fiction about the heir of Slytherin and Draco Malfoy.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 1:32 pm
Chapter 1
For years He terrorized the wizarding world, haunted these innocent communities in the cruel and most gruesome ways. His power, beyond the average and ordinary. His strength, challenged by millions, had never faltered. He alone drew the strength, the need, the energy to survive all that time He was believed to be dead. His one known fear, the great Albus Dumbledore, had tragically fallen late last year and now fear has spread over the world like a plague. The darkest, most dangerous wizard in the world, Tom Marvolo Riddle or as many know him, Lord Voldemort, is gradually taking over, with no known fears to stop him; but there is one. The only person He has ever admittingly cared about, maybe even loved. His daughter, Melanie Rose Earnhart, His pride and joy. Her mother, Amelia Earnhart, was one of Voldemort’s most faithful. She had overheard His masterful thoughts of His missing legacy. One day, even though she knew He withheld no personal feelings for her, she allowed Him to have her, to produce His heir. She died during childbirth. Voldemort swore, no one other than His own eyes would know the child was His until He had His very last breath on earth.
“It is now, my faithful servants that we take the stand and show our meaning. This is the time we breathe fear and control all over England. GO! Go and make sure every pure majesty knows we’re here and that every blood traitor and Mudblood feels our wrath with every step they take.” Every Death Eater in the vicinity roared for their leader, gradually apparating, to their assigned locations to cause terror and pain, until there was none left. “You can come out now.” A tall figure stepped beside him, slowly pulling down her hood to let the long blond curls fall around her face. She had her mothers’ beauty, but her fathers’ intensity, a diamond of the rarest kind. Better than all of the Dark Lords faithful servants at all fields, a strong mind and unbeknown to Voldemort, a large, caring heart. “That was a very interesting speech, My Lord, to breath fear into every living thing in all of England. A tricky job for a couple hundred of your most faithful.” She grinned at Him slightly, “Have fun conquering the world. I will be in my suite.” She bowed her head before vanishing with a loud crack.
She walked across the balcony and gazed over the mountains and the streams, seeing the lake in the not so far off, distance. The evening air was warm and moist, filled with the scent of pine trees and the singing voices of wolves. The wind weaved through her hair, kissing her cheek lifting her soul to the skies, as the stars gradually came out to play and the moon, giving its slight glow that at times, especially when she was younger, seemed to be her only friend. Not this year though, this year things would be different. Her Father had finally given her permission to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for her final year of school.
“I just don’t see why He keeps her around. She doesn’t do anything but lurk in the shadows, eavesdropping on meetings and every conversation anyone has with the Dark Lord. To my knowledge, she has done nothing to prove her usefulness as a Death Eater. Why does he bother favoring someone who’s about as worthy of His attention as a Mudblood?" Bellatrix Lestrange, one of Voldemort’s most loyal, even though she disapproved and didn’t really care for some of the choices her Master has made, she still remained his faithful servant and would give her life willingly any day of the week. “Maybe He keeps her nearby as a safeguard, you know like a protector. Maybe he thinks some of the other Death Eaters are a shady-type and He feels they may try to overthrow Him, so He has her there to back Him up if the time need be comes.” Bellatrix let out a humored laugh, “Do you honestly think that the most powerful wizard in the world needs protection? Come on, Alycia, really. If our Lord really wanted to, He couldn’t rid us all in one move and no one would have even the slightest chance to defend.” She walked to the opposite end of the room and back, pacing, as her mind raced with questions. Alycia, looking annoyed blurted, “Well maybe she possesses something none of the others have. Or she has some special connection to the Dark Lord that we don’t know about.” In that moment, the fury that had been building inside of Bellatrix for the past few months, boiled over the edge and exploded. “I HAVE THE ONLY SPECIAL CONNECTION TO THE DARK LORD! WHO CARES WHAT THIS WRETCHED b***h IS DOING WITH HIM! SHE’S PROBABLY JUST A SENSUAL SLAVE OR SOMETHING! NOBODY HAS ANY KIND OF SPECIAL CONNECTION TO THE DARK LORD OTHER THAN ME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!? NOBODY! ESPECIALLY NOT SOME BLOND TEENAGE WHORE, THAT CAN ROT IN HADES FOR ALL I GIVE A DAMN! NO ONE AND I MEAN NO ONE CAN HAVE A CONNECTION TO THE DARK LORD BUT ME! ME I TELL YOU! ME!!!”
“My daughter, what exactly is it that’s bothering you? What has strung your nerves so?” Melanie kept her gaze on the lake in the distance, “ I’m just a bit,” she paused slightly, “ on edge about school about to begin, that’s all.” She knew better than to look Him the eyes, for she knew He would more than likely do Legilimency on her. “That’s not all that’s bothering you, is it? Don’t lie to me, dear child, tell me what’s going on.” She wanted to tell Him of the suspicious looks and death stares she’s been getting from Bellatrix Lestrange and the bits of a conversation she overheard between Alycia and Bella, but decided against it. “It’s nothing. I’ve told you before. I’m just a bit on edge because school’s going to be starting soon. No need to worry. I’ll be fine.” For a slight moment, Voldemort looked as though He was offended, but then his face went straight and the tone in his voice became course and a slight bit stern. “You know I never worry. I have NOTHING to worry about. But you my dear, are my prize possession, my legacy. You are the only thing connected to me and in the most glorious way. You are my one and only blood-relative alive today. You should be proud.” The sternness in his voice disappeared and slowly became its normal casual sway. “I am proud to be the descendant of the most powerful, most feared wizard in the world. I would never consider regretting where I come from. You my Lord, are the reason I am here today, and I realize that I am only here to keep your name alive and to rule when your time comes, should you choose it. For now, however, I am a mere ‘nother one of your faithful and loyal servants, that has special privileges that the other Death Eaters need not know why. Now, my Lord, if I may be so bold as to make the suggestion of you getting some rest.” He nodded slightly, “ Goodnight my dear Melanie.” She smiled for a slight moment and watched Him disapparate out of the hall. “Good night, Father.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 7:25 am
Chapter 2
“To all new and returning students, welcome and welcome back.” Professor McGonagal stood before what was left of the remaining student body. Parents of the others had refused to let them re-enter the school, even though Aurors and sweeper teams had come through and eliminated all dark magical objects and spells. The sensory squad had regular visits each week, scanning every inch for dark magic and evil perimeters. The first thing to be destroyed was the cabinet that was hidden in the Room of Requirement just last year, its twin, located in Borgins and Burkes had been confiscated as well and was destroyed. “Do to the tragic events that occurred in the previous year, one being the loss of our dear former Headmaster and friend, the great Albus Dumbledore, security has been tightened to the extremes. The Ministry has made the agreement to have Aurors patrol the corridors and have sensory squads scan the school every few days, so for your own safety, I strongly advise you NOT to bring or try to bring any foreign objects that give the illusion, do or could possibly possess any dark magic. Well, now’s not the time to frighten the old or the new. Now’s a time for celebration, the celebration of the new school year, a year that is hopeful to be a glorious and wonderful adventure.”
“The years certainly going to be interesting, with half the school gone, this may be the first year in centuries that the houses compete with an average maximum of points being under two-hundred.” A tall Slytherin boy exclaimed as he headed toward the common room. “Hahaha, Draco, you’re always say the most brilliant things. Has your father been released from Azkaban yet? I know your mum’s been worried sick. She won’t leave Aunt Bellatrix be.” He stared in her eyes as Melanie sped up and passed them. “I’ll get back to you on that.” He ran and caught up to her, “Hey, I’m Draco Malfoy. You’re new to Slytherin. What’s your name?” He was a clear foot taller than she and obviously the most popular guy in the Slytherin House, but his eyes, gray like the sky, they drew you in, in the most alluring way, tempting you to unmask the mystery hidden within them. “Why is my name of such importance? I would’ve assumed you to ignore the common fact that I am new as you have the other new girls.” His expression didn’t flinch, he stayed completely focused, almost absorbed in the conversation. It intrigued her how interested he seemed, but she wasn’t about to show her driving curiosity. “You don’t have to tell me your name if you don’t want to; but I will let you know that I plan on knowing your name in the near future. If I have to invade a few feeble minds to do so I will. I plan on learning everything I can about you.” He gave an attractive grin and kept staring in her gorgeous green eyes. She, still trying to hide her curiosity, raised an eyebrow and gave a small defense grin. “And you’re just doing this because you’re a noble young man who, for some obscure reason, feels the need to get to know the new Slytherins and learn everything about them as you can, right?” His gaze remained, “No. I’m just a young man who when I am interested in something, or in this case someone, well; lets just say I like to follow my impulses and you happen to tug at them the most.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head, “Look, I don’t care what you do, you’re not getting to me. I like to keep my life private. So you’re better off to leave me be.” His grin grew wider and a smile slowly formed, “But that spoils all the fun now doesn’t it? Now, how about you tell your name before I have to start invading minds.” She wasn’t sure if she should; but like him, who went by impulses; she followed her gut and hers was telling her to tell him her name. “Melanie Rose Earnhart. Happy now?” His smile grew wider, “Yes, much obliged. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He turned and headed to the stairs, “Have a nice sleep Melanie.” He said before heading up to the dormitories.
“Out of all those who are left in my class, how many of you can conjure an object from your very own homes or even others home, which I do not recommend. Oh, Miss Earnhart, how brilliant, and Mr. Malfoy good, good. Now if you two could please come to the front of the room. Now, I need you to each conjure something from your dormitories, grant it, it is not as far or as complex as conjuring something from your own homes, but with security the way it is now, we must only conjure things within the school. Now, conjure.” Both Melanie and Draco concentrated on their objects. Draco glanced at Melanie as his cloak flew in the classroom. Melanie gave an amused smile as the Slytherin statue, a large serpent entwined around a sword, about 3 feet tall, 2 feet wide floated in and gracefully placed itself beside her. The sound of applause filled the classroom as Draco and Melanie each took a bow. “I do believe we have found two marvelous students whose skills are already beyond those to be learned in this class for the advance. I am pleased to say you two do not have to attend this class for the next few weeks, because you clearly know exactly how to do what we will be practicing. Conjuring objects that are far away as well as doing so without saying a word, like you two so graciously showed us on this lovely day. Please enjoy the rest of your day. Go, go.” Professor Flitwick gentle shooed them out the classroom, shutting the door behind them as they reached the hall. “So, where’d you learn to do that? Not many can summon without saying a word, especially not to that magnitude.” They walked beside one another, and continued the conversation. “I have my special talents like anybody else. But what I am curious about is why do you want to know so much about me.” She could tell he was trying to think of words to say, but was having trouble coming up with them. “Look, I have girls throwing themselves at me and frankly, I find it rather pathetic.” She laughed a soft humble laugh, “Yeah, nothing’s more embarrassing than a girl who’s willing to give herself away to any guy with decent looks and loads of money.” That was the first time she had ever heard him laugh, it was sweet and kind of cute how he tried to keep a straight face soon after he realized she had noticed. “So you think I’m decent looking and you think I have a lot of money.” They continued walking. “Umm, well, I’d say that you are fairly good looking, compared to over half the guys left in the school, and I already knew you had a lot of money. I just could care less.” He gave her a curious look and gently grabbed her wrist to get her to slow down. “Really? That’s kinda cool.” He stared in her eyes, exploring the various colors, swimming in them. “I want to show you something. Will you come with me?” Want surged through her, but the thought of her Father and the wrath she might have to face if she went with Draco, kept her from that if she would go. “No, not right now. Maybe another time.” He faked a chuckle and said “No you just don’t want to. That’s fine, but remember, I do plan on getting to know you and you can’t necessarily run forever.” A sudden burst of anger ran through my veins. “I’m not running! I just choose to be in better company than you.” She exclaimed while stomping her foot. “Ouch. Well, in that case, I just may have to force you.” He gave a sly grin. “You will do know such thing” He grinned once more. “Watch me.”
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 8:45 pm
Chapter 3
He was sweet, the way he took her hand in his, leading her to the outer grounds. Cherry blossoms floated in the wind, circling around them as they ran holding hands, smiling all the way. “Haha, Malfoy slow down-” Her foot caught on a rock, causing her to tumble down the hill, dragging Draco down with her. They landed side by side on their backs laughing hysterically. Draco then, propped himself up with one arm and looked down at her green eyes, smiling. She looked so beautiful with her blonde hair spread on the grass around her face. “How do you do that?” he asked. She looked at him a bit confused, “Do what?” He kept his gaze and so very calmly replied, “Look so beautiful every second of the day.” He leaned down slowly and brushed his lips gently over hers, soft and slow, nearly clouding her entire mind, until her guard caught up with her. “Dr- Draco, d-don’t, st-stop. I, I can’t do this.” Regretfully she pushed him away, brought herself up and ran back to the castle. She placed her fingers over her lips; she had felt the spark when he kissed her. She sensed the care, want and need in his words. Amazed at the control he had possessed when his lips had met hers, how he hadn’t taken it too far or rushed to sensuality. The kiss he had given her was sensual enough; it gave her a hint of what could come if she chose it. “I can’t do this. I can’t let this happen. What would my Lord do if he knew.” She paused, answering her own question, “He’d kill him. Or He’d kill me. No, He wouldn’t kill His heir, but He may sentence a lifetime of daily cruciatus (the torture curse). I don’t want that to happen. I must avoid Malfoy at all costs.”
“Bella, my dear, loyal Bella. Why is it you seem upset? You always put in a few words during our meetings but for some odd reason these past few you have not. Tell me what is on your mind before I have to break into it.” Bellatrix shifted uneasily, she was nervous for her Master’s reaction when she told Him that she did not trust Melanie Rose and did not see the value of keeping her. But, feeling as though she did trust the Dark Lord and she loved Him dearly, she told Him her mind. “Now, now, Bella. What would I look like if Melanie were my bodyguard, hmm? I would look like a coward, weak. But I am not a coward and I am certainly not weak.” His voice had become stern and rigid; within every word there was a fire burning, scaring Bellatrix more and more. “Now you know better than to question me Bella, but since you have caught me in a decent mood I am going to answer your inquiry. Melanie and I have a very, special, connection. Even more special than the one I have with you. She will forever be my next in line and there is nothing you can do about it.” Pain rushed across her face, turning her it deep red. “Now,” He stepped closer, growling in anger, “If you even think of invading her in any way, shape or form, I will kill you. I will make you experience something so beyond painful, you will wish you had died a million centuries over. Do you understand me Bella.” He glared at her, proud that she was shaking in fear, “Yes My Lord. I understand.”
Saturday afternoon was rainy; a light sprinkle fell from the smoke-gray skies, drizzling against the common room windows. Melanie Rose sat curled in an armchair reading a story, she found in the library earlier that day. “Hey, whatcha reading?” Draco asked as he took the chair beside her. “Oh, just a little story about a guy who’s showing obvious signs of attraction. He even kissed the girl he likes but she’s going to make sure that it NEVER happens again.” He laughed slightly, “You telling me you didn’t enjoy it?” She nodded her head in a snotty manner to the side before defiantly saying, “Yes, as a matter of fact I am.” He snorted slightly in pure amusement. “So, you pushed me away because you did not enjoy the kiss.” She stared at him curiously. “Exactly.” He shook his head slightly and gave that sexy grin she was growing to admire. “Well, I think you pushed me away because you are afraid.” Slightly offended she exclaimed, “Excuse me! Afraid?” His smile grew, “Yes, afraid. Afraid to give in to the true yearning deep within your gut. Afraid of what could happen if it went any further. Afraid of what is to come.” Pure shock splattered across her face, “And I can see by you’re reaction, that I am right.” Her anger took control as she stood up. Draco stood up slowly afterward completely amused. She moved her face close to his as she growled. “You honestly believe you can win any girl by seducing them with sweet talk and kisses.” He glanced at her lips, so soft and inviting, then he stared at her eyes. “No. I don’t believe I can get any woman with sweet talk and kisses, but I do think I’ll be able to kiss you again with just a little sweet talk.” She glared her eyes at him deeply, as if she was threatening him to try. He pulled her close to him and once again, soft, slow, kiss. He changed it slightly by partially opening his mouth, so their tongues could not break through, but the temptation drove them both insane. “I told you I could get another kiss.” The clouds, which not just seconds ago stampeded into her head, gradually began to disappear. She could not yet think of words to say. “I’ll take your hesitancy to reply, means that you enjoyed that one.” There were still too many clouds left for her to manage words. “Then I’ll give you another.” All the clouds that had barely begun to disappear came flooding back, lifting her mind to the sky. Their lips parted and this time his tongue plunged into her mouth, massaging it vigorously. Hunger and need streamed through their veins. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his wrapped around her waist. He lifted her as the kiss deepened. Pain surged to the back of her head as she was pulled away from Draco’s lips. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” Pansy yelled, not letting go of Melanie’s hair. “Pans let her go. She didn’t do anything. I kissed her.” Pansy whipped Melanie to the side as she stepped closer to yell in Draco’s face. “What the hell is your problem?! Do you have any idea what He would do if He found that you were getting involved with someone such as her?” Melanie stood up and yelled, “What will who do?” Pansy spun around, fire in her eyes. “That’s none of your damn concern you little b***h!”
“I see you possess your Aunt’s view point.”
“You leave her out of this before I murder your a**!”
“Really? Murder me? I’d like to see you try. Or better yet, let’s settle this right now. Me and you, no rules.” Pansy remained silent. “What are you scared? You should be. I know more about magic than you will ever learn in your entire life.” She turned and stormed out of Slytherin Common Room and sped off to Moaning Myrtles bathroom. “You really need to learn to mind your own.” Draco growled. “You should learn to be more careful. Do you know what the Dark Lord would say if he found out you were being intimate?" Draco turned his back to her, trying not to listen. “I don’t. Now, leave me alone and mind your own. My life is my own.” He left her in silence.
Why can’t you see she’s dangerous? If Aunt Bellatrix’s suspicions are correct, then Draco will be in more trouble than he already is for not getting the job done.”
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 7:51 am
Chapter 4
Classes seemed a tad bit quieter since the incident with Melanie and Pansy. Although they had nearly all the same classes, they didn’t talk and they avoided being by each other at all costs. They hadn’t had another incident for about a week and everything seemed to be going fine until potions class on Thursday, when they were assigned to be partners, to make a muscle relaxing potion. “You need to stay away from Draco.” Pansy whispered warningly. “And why should I? You two aren’t going out and he can take care of himself.” Melanie whispered back. “What would your dad think?” Melanie froze in her place. “He’s dead. He died over a year ago.” She stuttered, “Oh, really? I had the impression that He was still very, very alive. Maybe even more alive than he was say six years ago.” Melanie remained still, trying to find a way to get out of the conversation, then Pansy stepped closer, “Now, if my suspicions are correct which I am sure they are, your daddy’s NOT going to be very pleased.” Fear raced to Melanie’s head, just then Draco walked up to them. “What’s going on? Melrose? What’s wrong?” No answer. “Pansy what did you say to her?” She stood angrily, “I just stated my suspicions and that if say, her father were to somehow find out about your two’s little thing you’ve got going on here, I don’t think he’d be too happy about it.” Draco grabbed her throat, “I told you to leave her be!” Melanie couldn’t take it and ran out. “Melanie! Melanie! Wait! Melrose wait!” She turned into the girl’s bathroom and locked the stall door. “Melrose, are you okay?” He asked as he cautiously entered, making sure there were no other girls inside. “Draco, you can’t be in here, it’s the girls bathroom.” Melanie sobbed angrily from behind the stall. “So.” He shrugged. “Just go away.” She yelled. “No. Not until I’m sure you’re okay.” She opened the stall door to reveal her tearstained face. “I’m fine, just leave me alone, okay?” He shook his head and embraced her in a hug. She cried quietly into his shoulder as he whispered, “Everything’s going to be fine. Who cares what Pansy says. Her suspicions are probably wrong anyways. Come on, McGonagal’s got something to tell you, that I think will cheer you up.”
“Welcome Miss Earnhart. Thank you for escorting her Mr. Malfoy. No, no you can stay, since this news will involve you. Just make sure you are quiet.”
“Yes Ma’am.” She turned her attention back to Melanie. “Now Miss Earnhart. I’ve come to the understanding that you have accomplished much more than the, however small amount, majority of the school, along with Mr. Malfoy. Well, this year Miss Granger was supposed to be Head Girl, but; she seems to have found it more important to, well, lets just say she’s found herself unable to fulfill her duties. Therefore you, my dear, if you choose to accept, will become Head Girl and you will move in the Head dormitories immediately.” Melanie sat slightly confused. “But, Draco’s Head Boy, so doesn’t that mean, oh my word. That means I’d be living with Draco.” McGonagal smirked at Melanie’s reaction. “So does this mean that you’re accepting the position of Head Girl?" Instantly Melanie jumped up with a great big, “Yes!” Draco attempted to restrain his laughter, but managed to keep it at a soft chuckle. “Very well then, Mr. Malfoy if you will be so kind as to help Miss Earnhart transport her things and explain how being a Head works, that would be much appreciated. Thank you.”
“My rooms on the left, yours is on the right.” She walked through the doorway into a lavishly decorated room, with a large queen size bed in the center and a small love seat near the fireplace. Another door connected to the room led to her large bathroom, fully furnished with an extremely large claw foot bathtub and steam glass shower, it even had a vanity and a self flushing toilet. There was another door in her bathroom, it was open slightly and she soon realized that it connected Draco’s bathroom to her own. She walked back into her bedroom to find Draco standing by the corner bedpost, nearest to the door. “So what do you think?” He asked her curiously. “Its amazing. My room at homes a bit larger but this comes pretty damn close.” He smiled at her words; as she looked around them room, still standing in front of him. “You in a better mood?” She turned her attention to him and replied, “Yeah, why?” He smiled and kissed her gently. “I hate seeing you upset.” He kissed her forehead; whispered goodnight then went to his own suite. That night as he sat writing the Quidditch reports, he heard a feminine voice, singing. He walked closer, through his bathroom to the now, closed door and listened.
I still hear your voice,
When you sleep next to me.
I still feel your touch,
In my dream.
Forgive me, my weakness.
But I don’t know why.
Without you it’s hard,
To survive.
Cause every time we touch,
I get this feeling.
Every time we kiss,
I swear I could fly.
Can’t you feel my heart beat fast?
I want this to last.
I need you by my side.
Cause every time we touch,
I feel the static.
Every time we kiss,
I reach for the sky.
Can’t you feel my heart beat so?
I can’t let you go.
I want you in my life.
It was Melanie. He recognized the song; he had heard it when he visited family in America. She sang it wonderfully, like an angel. He sat near the door and listened for a short while, amazed with her voice. The sound of the shower gradually disappearing indicating that she was done and he would have to wait another day to hear her sing. He decided as he tucked himself in his bed that he would not tell her he heard her singing. She might take it badly or never sing where he could hear again, and he simply wasn’t going to risk that.
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Posted: Tue Jul 07, 2009 8:43 am
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