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Title: Vile Violent Vacations 17/30
Author: hells_half_acre 
Fandoms: Harry Potter, Supernatural
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Genre: Gen
Warnings: Spoilers for all Harry Potter books, spoilers for Supernatural until 5x10.
Disclaimer:  This is a transformative work of fiction for entertainment purposes only.
AN: Sequel to Damned Demented Demons and Bobby and Hermione - An Epistolary Fic . Updates every Wednesday (PST).

Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16

Summary: In which the Winchesters find out why the Malfoys are living in the coach house...

Draco cleared his throat, and then stood slowly. Sam kept his eyes mostly on Lucius and Narcissa, trusting them the least among the dinner party and not wanting to get too distracted.

“Dean, Sam,” Draco said, staring down at the table with only a hint of nervousness in his voice, but otherwise confident. “I would like to humbly apologize for my father’s behaviour. Please know that this is not the way my family usually conducts itself at dinner or with company. I would also... like to thank you...for not killing my father. He...um...that is to say, that I do care deeply for him.”

“There’s no need for you to apologize, Drake,” Dean said, and Sam watched in interest as Draco now seemed relieved to hear the nickname, whereas Lucius and Narcissa both looked vaguely disgusted. “It’s really your old man who needs to apologize, but I’m guessing it’s probably above him.”

“Father,” Draco said. Sam kept his face impassive, but made a point to draw his right hand out of sight.

“I apologize,” Lucius said.

“What sort of wizards carries a gun!” Narcissa suddenly exclaimed, just as Draco was sitting down again.

“The kind that don’t have last names,” Dean replied.

“Perhaps,” Draco said to the table at large, “my family has now learned that when I tell them the guests that Astoria has invited over are not to be trifled with, I am not exaggerating.”

Sam laughed at that. He didn’t really consider Dean and himself all that dangerous – not now that they knew the difference between blood-wizards and unnatural-witches. But, he had to admit that pulling any sort of weapon on a Winchester was a bad idea.

“Father,” Draco said, “perhaps you and mother should retire for the evening and tend to your injury.”

“To my hand or to my pride?” Lucius muttered.

“A topic you have plenty of time to think about upstairs,” Draco replied dryly.

“Draco, sweetheart-“ Narcissa started to say.

“Please feel free to join us for coffee after you’ve finished tending to father’s hand, mother,” Draco said. Sam watched as Narcissa smiled politely and stood.

“Good evening,” Lucius said, not bothering to smile, as he stood as well. Everyone remained silent as Lucius and Narcissa left the room, listening as they climbed the stairs, until they couldn’t be heard anymore.

“Dude,” Dean said, “did you just send your dad to his room?”

“I believe I did,” Draco half-smiled, “and I’ve put my mother on a ‘time-out.’ Parenting has really had a positive influence on my life in general. I find its principles have far more applications than just looking after Scorpius.”

“I didn’t invite you for dinner just to improve our social standing,” Astoria said quietly, fidgeting with her cutlery a little. “That was just...an added bonus. I would have invited you anyway – Draco has so few friends because of...I thought...”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Sam said. “We don’t mind. Harry told us about how you’ve been trying to improve your family’s image, it’s not like we didn’t already know.”

“We’re glad to help,” Dean said. “Drake stuck his neck out for us last year and helped us out of a tight spot. Plus, Sammy and me know what it’s like to try to make up for past mistakes...it doesn’t help if you’ve got family working against you like that.”

“My father isn’t usually...” Draco tried to explained. “We aren’t used to living in such close quarters. I think it’s made us a little disgruntled – some more than others.”

“Why are you all living in the small house?” Dean said. “The huge swanky one belongs to you too, right? Is the utility bill too high or something?”

“Dean, wizards don’t have utilities,” Sam rolled his eyes.

“I don’t even know what utilities are or what them being ‘high’ as anything to do with where one might live,” Draco added.

“So, why you living here then?” Dean said.

“We’re...having it redecorated,” Draco answered.

“The whole thing?” Sam asked, confused.

“Yes,” Draco said. “Plus, I’ve always liked the coach house.”

“Draco,” Astoria said, “perhaps...”

“It’s good for Scorpius too,” Draco said. “He’s much easier to keep an eye on when there are so few rooms.”

“Yeah, because the kid really seems like a handful,” Dean shook his head.

Draco only smiled proudly at the compliment hidden behind the sarcasm, and launched into a full report on how many words Scorpius could already spell.

Sam quietly asked Astoria where the bathroom was, and tucked his gun away as he stood and left the room. The bathroom was at the end of the narrow hallway at the base of the stairs. As Sam exited it afterward, movement partway up the stairs caught his eye.

Scorpius sat hugging his knees on a small landing, clutching a small plush grey owl. He looked a little upset. Sam remembered how Scorpius had been sent away from the table when things had started to get heated, and he wondered if maybe the kid was still hungry and didn’t know whether it was safe to come back. Or, worse, maybe he hadn’t gone all the way upstairs and had somehow seen Sam pull a gun on his grandfather.

Sam tried to be as nonthreatening as possible as he slowly made his way up the stairs towards the kid. Scorpius’s brow furrowed a little, but he didn’t seem scared – so Sam decided that he probably hadn’t witnessed Sam pulling the gun on Lucius.

“Hey, Scorpius,” Sam said, keeping his voice quiet, “How’s it going?”

“Daddy says you fight ghosts,” Scorpius whispered. Sam really didn’t know what he was supposed to say to that.

“Yes, I do,” Sam said.

“Are you going to fight the upsidedown lady?” Scorpius asked, eyes wide and hopeful.

“Who’s the upsidedown lady?” Sam asked back, wondering if Scorpius has favourite children’s story with an upsidedown ghost or something.

“She cries and makes Daddy sad – so we have to live here. I miss my room, but I don’t want Daddy to be sad,” Scorpius explained.

Sam could feel the small flood of adrenaline as he realized Scorpius wasn’t talking about a storybook ghost. He tried to remain calm on the outside though – getting the correct information out of a four-year old would only be harder if he scared the kid.

“Is the upsidedown lady in the big house?” Sam asked.

Scorpius nodded.

“Has she tried to hurt you, or your mommy or Daddy?” Sam asked.

“No,” Scorpius said. “She just cried, and then stopped, then Daddy wouldn’t let me look and hugged me and was sad.”

“How long ago was this?” Sam asked. He knew the Malfoys didn’t have an incident report – Sam had gone over those sheets of paper so many times he could probably recite each one by now. If Malfoy was having ghost problems, he wasn’t reporting them.

Scorpius looked confused and Sam realized that he really shouldn’t have expected a four-year old to comprehend the passage of time that well.

“Nevermind,” Sam said, “it’s ok.”

“Will you make her leave?” Scorpius asked.

“Yeah,” Sam replied. “We’ll do our best.”

*

Once Draco wound down from bragging about his kid, Astoria told the two of them to sit in the living room while she cleared the table and put the coffee on. Dean's offer to help was declined, but Draco pointed him towards the couch and then grabbed a stack of plates himself to help Astoria.

Draco and Astoria had just disappeared through the small door into the kitchen, when Sam walked into the room with Scorpius on his hip. Dean smiled and the odd picture the two of them made, but then he caught Sam’s expression and immediately crossed the room until he was next to his brother.

“What is it?” Dean asked.

“Dean,” Sam said, “check out the thresholds in this place.”

Dean raised an eyebrow, but did as Sam asked – Salt. Draco, a wizard, had every threshold and window decorated with a thick line of salt.

“Scorpius and I just had an interesting conversation,” Sam said.

Before Dean could ask anything more, Draco came back out of the kitchen. There must have been something in their expressions, because Draco tensed as soon as he saw them.

“Is everything alright, gentlemen,” Draco asked, as he eyed where Scorpius sat in Sam’s arms.

“You tell us,” Dean said.

“I don’t-” Draco started, confused.

“Because I’m thinking you didn’t decide to live here because the big place is being redecorated,” Dean explained. “I think you decided to live here because it’s easier to defend.”

Dean watched as Draco swallowed and took a deep breath, looking more nervous than Dean had ever seen him.

“It’s nothing,” Draco said. “I can take care of it.”

“Well, the lines of salt on your window sills tell me that you haven’t taken care of it yet,” Dean said. “So, how about you take me on a little tour, and I’ll see if I can help.”

“Dean,” Sam said.

“Stay here with the kid, Sammy,” Dean replied.

“Why? You don’t even know-” Sam started.

“Exactly,” Dean said, “which is why you should stay here with the rest of the family.”

“They’re behind salt lines, they’ll be fine,” Sam argued.

“Sam,” Dean sighed, “just stay here and keep everyone calm, ok.”

“Fine,” Sam sighed back.

“We can play with my trucks,” Scorpius offered.

“Awesome,” Sam said, but it didn’t sound like he thought it was awesome.

As Sam set Scorpius down on the floor, Astoria came back into the room from the kitchen.

“May I offer you gentleman coffee or tea?” She asked, “I’ve got a bit of cake for dessert as well. Draco, shall I go tell your mother that tea is on?”

“Could you delay the coffee for just a little, Astoria?” Draco asked.

“Certainly,” Astoria said, though she seemed a little confused.

“Draco’s going to take me on a little tour of the big house,” Dean explained. “Sammy’s going to stay here and keep you and Scorpius company while we’re gone, if that’s alright.”

“Oh,” Astoria breathed, and Dean realized she didn’t look frightened or concerned about them going into the house at all – she looked relieved. “We’ll wait until you get back for cake then,” Astoria smiled genuinely.

“Thank you, dear,” Draco said.

Dean watched as Astoria clasped her hands together and fidgeted slightly, and Draco looked both defeated and amused at the same time. Before Dean could figure out what it all meant, Astoria rushed forward and enveloped Draco in a huge hug. Dean coughed and looked away, as Draco blushed deeply.

“Oh hey, look at that cool fire truck!” Sam said to Scorpius, and then sat on the carpet like the four-year-old and devoted all his attention to the truck as though it were covered in Enochian sigils.

“I’ll be back shortly,” Draco said rolling his eyes, but he smiled as Astoria disengaged.

“Come on, sooner we get going, sooner we come back for that cake,” Dean said, clapping Draco on the shoulder, as he moved to get his jacket out of the hall closet.

First stop – the car.

“How come you haven’t reported it?” Dean asked as he popped the trunk on the Impala.

“What, so Harry bloody Potter could come to my rescue yet again?” Draco replied. “No, thank you. I can deal with it myself.”

“Ok, sore spot, got it,” Dean said. Draco was staring into the trunk with a mixture of curiosity and disgust, and only took a moment to glare at Dean’s comment. “So, are we dealing with a ghost or something else?”

“Ghost,” Draco said.

“What’s its M.O.?” Dean asked, picking up his sawed off and pocketing as many salt-rounds as he could.

“It’s what?” Draco asked.

“What does it do? Throw things? Attack people? Whisper in your ear as you’re trying to fall asleep? Beat you at chess?” Dean elaborated.

“Nothing,” Draco replied, “She’s just...there. She won’t leave.”

“Alright,” Dean said, raising an eyebrow. Ghosts never did just nothing – and from what Harry had explained about Hogwarts, it didn’t sound like normal wizards would be frightened so much by non-violent ghost that they’d displace their whole family. “How about you show me. Are you armed, or do you want to borrow Sammy’s sawed-off?”

Draco looked as though Dean had just asked him if he wanted to lick the bottom of a hooker’s boot. He drew a wand from inside his right sleeve slowly.

“I’m armed, thanks,” Draco said.

“Ok,” Dean said, throwing Sam’s gun back into the truck and slamming it closed, “lead the way.”

Dean wanted to ask more questions as they walked to the house, but Draco seemed to get more and more tense with every step they took – and if anything, Dean could recognize the universal body-language of ‘I don’t want to talk about it.

Something white moved in Dean’s peripheral-vision and he levelled the shotgun and turned.

“Don’t shoot the peacocks,” Draco said.

Sure enough, it had only been a ghostly white bird. It ruffled its feathers, tucked it’s head back under a wing and went back to sleep. Behind it a long tail full of white feathers spread out on the grass.

“What the hell kind of...” Dean muttered. “Peacocks are blue!”

“Albino peacocks are extremely rare,” Draco said. “My father prides himself on our collection.”

“They’re freaky,” Dean announced.

“Perhaps,” Draco looked back towards the coach house and sighed, “but my father has few joys left in life.”

“Yeah, ok, don’t shoot your dad’s freaky-ass birds, got it,” Dean said.

“How did you know about me?” Draco suddenly asked, as he stopped walking and turned to face Dean.

“Uh, I met you?” Dean said.

“No,” Draco shook his head. “When you yelled at my father – you said you didn’t understand why my parents didn’t turn against Voldemort when their teenage son was crying in bathrooms...how did you know about that? What has Potter been telling you?”

“It’s not like that,” Dean cringed. “Harry showed me, in the memory bowl-”

“He used a pensieve!” Draco exclaimed, startling the peacock behind Dean, who made a funny noise and disappeared like a ghost into the darkness. “He’s out there showing-”

“I asked him to!” Dean said. “It wasn’t about you. It was last year. In the magic room, Harry looked at my memories without asking, and I was mad-”

“I recall that, yes,” Draco drawled.

“To make us even, he offered to show me anything I asked him to,” Dean explained. “I told him to show me something he regretted.”

“I see,” Draco said. “well, he did nearly kill me.”

“I think he regretted not trying to help you,” Dean clarified.

“Then he’s a fool,” Draco said, turning to continue their walk towards the manor. “There was nothing he could have done. I would not have let him.”

“Some things never change, huh?” Dean replied.

“I suppose not,” Draco conceded.

The door swung open by itself as they approached. The inside of the mansion was just as over-the-top as the outside. A large chandelier hug over the entryway and the furniture looked like it was all handmade by master craftsmen from endangered trees. Draco led them to a pair of large wooden doors and then paused. Dean could see the line of salt along the threshold of the door.

“She’s through here,” Draco said. Dean readied his shot gun. “You really won’t need your weapon – she’s harmless. I just...can’t...”

Dean waited, but Draco never continued. He wasn’t even looking at Dean anymore, he just stared at the floor and breathed deeply. Carefully, Dean reached for the doorknob and pushed the door so that it swung open. It revealed an elaborately decorated living room – and nothing else.

“Just wait,” Draco said, moving into the room and sitting down on one of the pristine couches. He tilted his head upwards and starred into the middle distance. “The intervals aren’t that long – just long enough for her return to be the most torturous. I spent a day timing her; it was never more than a half-hour at most.”

Dean may have not really known Draco all that well, but it was quite obvious that being in the room was paining him – to the point where Dean was starting to worry that the ghosts M.O. was altering moods. He was thankful that he had left Sam behind, if that was indeed the case – the last thing he wanted was another chest full of rock-salt.

Before he could ask Draco anything, there was a flicker of light in the air where Draco was looking. Dean realised that Draco hadn’t been spacing out at all. He had known exactly where the ghost would appear. She hung upside down from some invisible means and rotated slowly. Draco closed his eyes and then looked towards the fireplace, and then didn’t seem to like that either and chose to stare at the small coffee table in front of him.

The ghost began whimpering. She was crying. Dean could see the tears fall across her forehead and into her hairline.

“Severus! Help me!” the ghost cried as she faced the empty fireplace.

Dean approached slowly from the opposite side of her than where Draco sat, and waved his hand in front of her face. Her eyes didn’t track it.

“She’s a death echo,” Dean said. He lowered the shotgun.

“Her name was Charity Burbage,” Draco informed.

“So you’ve already researched her? It’s the first case of a death echo. The rest of been straight up ghosts-”

“They had changed this room into a meeting room,” Draco continued. “They replaced the furniture with a long table at which everyone sat.”

Dean’s attention snapped away from the death echo and towards Draco immediately. Draco was speaking in a strange unaffected monotone, eyes slightly unfocused and dull.

“You were-” Dean started to ask.

“I was sitting here, well, close to here – at the table,” Draco said, “Lord Voldemort stood by the fireplace.” Draco motioned towards the fireplace, just as the death echo turned to look at it too.

“Severus...please...please...” she said.

“Severus...that’s someone important, right?” Dean said. “Harry’s mentioned him, I think.”

The death echo seemed to gag a bit and fall silent.

“He named his second son after him,” Draco said, and allowed a humourless smile to grace his face briefly. “Albus Severus Potter – the ultimate revenge in the form of a tribute.” The smile slipped from Draco’s face as he explained further, “Severus Snape was a double agent – though none of us knew it at the time. It was too soon to reveal his hand – her pleas were useless.”

There was a flash of green light and the death echo stilled, and then disappeared.

“She shouldn’t be here,” Draco said. “I can’t figure out why this is happening.”

“Well death echoes occur under specific circumstances, but usually some other supernatural force causes the dead to get trapped in a loop, reliving the moment they died over and over,” Dean explained. “It’s rare, but it happens-”

“Not to wizards,” Draco interrupted. “This never happens to wizards – all of the books I found only talked about Muggles...”

“Well, yeah, I mean, it’s different for wizards, or so Harry tells-” Dean cut himself off as he realized what Draco was saying. “Wait, are you saying this death echo is a wizard?”

“Yes,” Draco said. “She was a professor at Hogwarts. I never took her classes, but maybe if I had...”

The death echo came back at that moment, causing Draco to sigh and turn away. The loops began at the beginning, and soon she was once again calling out for Severus. Dean matched over to her and leaned in as close as he could.

“HEY! LADY! YOU’RE DEAD!” Dean yelled.

“It won’t work,” Draco said. “I’ve tried that already. Neither of us knew her well enough.”

“Severus...please...please...” the death echo begged.

“May we leave now,” Draco asked. “I can’t...”

“Yeah, ok,” Dean said. Draco looked back briefly at the now silent rotating woman. Dean couldn’t help but picture Draco younger, sitting at a table full of dark wizards while they murdered the teacher...and he wished Sam had pulled the trigger back at the dinner table.

Draco stood and left the room before the death echo reached the point where she would be killed and disappear. Dean followed him out, and watched him close the heavy wooden door and repair any damage to the salt line.

“Death echoes usually don’t stray that far from their bodies,” Dean said. “Do you know where they buried her?”

“She was eaten by a snake,” Draco said.

“What?” Dean replied. “It looked like that killing spell...”

“After she was killed, Voldemort fed her to his snake,” Draco said, “Nagini only ate the recently deceased.”

“Ok,” Dean took a deep breath, “do you know, um...”

“I do not know where her remains might be,” Draco answered. “She was eaten whole. It would have taken Nagini months to digest her completely. The snake had full reign of the house and gardens for the entire time Voldemort resided here.”

“Shit,” Dean breathed, “ok, um...I have to talk to Sam about this. There has to be another way to get rid of a death echo.” Draco nodded. “How long has she been here?”

“A month,” Draco replied. “She appeared at the beginning of December. I moved everyone out to the coach house immediately.”

“You know death echoes aren’t dangerous though, right?” Dean said. “They’re harmless.”

“I know,” Draco said.

“Then why move everyone out of the house? You could have just blocked off this one room and still had fifty others to choose from...” Dean waved his hand in the direction of a grand staircase that he imagined led to a labyrinth of ornately decorated rooms. Draco cringed and looked at the floor.

“I don’t know what happened here,” Draco said. “I was at school...if Professor Burbage could come back...I don’t even know how many may have...there was a dungeon in the cellar. I know they used it to torture.”

Dean took a deep breath, and tried to resist the urge to run back over to the coach house and punch Draco’s dad in the face. 

“Father can’t be certain either,” Draco continued. “He says he is, but I’m not sure he...he really doesn’t like living in the coach house.”

“Let’s have a look around then,” Dean said. “You take the top floors and I’ll do this one and the basement – we’ll just make sure that all we’re dealing with is the death echo.”

Draco didn’t look too pleased with that idea, so Dean gave him an encouraging clap on the shoulder – Draco didn’t look pleased about that either.

“Go on,” Dean said. “If you run into trouble, I’m sure you’ve got a spell that can alert me somehow, and I’ll come running.” Draco rolled his eyes, but didn’t move. So, Dean continued, “either we split up this search or I do the whole thing myself – do you really want me poking through your wife’s closet, man?”

That seemed to do something, as Draco’s eyes widened and he shook his head.

“We’ll meet back here in an hour,” Draco suggested.

“An hour?” Dean said, “Seriously?”

“It’s a big house,” Draco replied with a shrug, then held his wand at the ready and took off for the stairs.

Dean sighed and moved down the hall, trying to get a feel for the layout of the house so that he could form the most efficient search pattern. In the end, he settled for just going room to room as he came across them – thankfully finding the basement door early on. He made a mental note of where it was, so that he could come back to it after he finished with the first floor. It seemed Draco had bewitched the lights to come on whenever someone entered the room – something else Dean was thankful for, since he doubted his flashlight would work inside a wizard house.

He had just finished scouting out Draco’s home library, and was trying to decide whether showing it to Sam might be a good or a horrible idea, when he heard a distinct, yet muffled, thump. He paused and waited. Something thumped again – it seemed to be coming from underneath his feet. He carefully put his ear to the hardwood floor.

There was definitely something in the basement.

Chapter 18

Comments

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trystan830
Sep. 8th, 2010 06:32 pm (UTC)
curiouser and curiouser....

another very cool chapter. =)

i can has next wednesday now, please?

edit: first! *hee*

Edited at 2010-09-08 06:32 pm (UTC)
hells_half_acre
Sep. 9th, 2010 02:37 am (UTC)
Indeed!

Thanks!
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lelaro
Sep. 8th, 2010 06:40 pm (UTC)
comment the second!!!

i really love that sam is playing with the kids, first horsie, and now fire trucks.

i'm thinking that dean has teasing materials for YEARS to come...
hells_half_acre
Sep. 9th, 2010 02:38 am (UTC)
Haha, yeah, he really does. I didn't intend for Sam to play with the kids so much...but, these things happen.

Anyway, glad you enjoyed ;)
shidechule
Sep. 8th, 2010 08:09 pm (UTC)
genius. id totally forgotten about the teacher.
cant wait for next wednesday!!
hells_half_acre
Sep. 9th, 2010 02:39 am (UTC)
Thank you! Neither can I! Yay for exciting chapters!
liliaeth
Sep. 8th, 2010 08:13 pm (UTC)
I love it, guess Draco won't admit that part of his reason for not getting rid of the ghost, or for not just ignoring her, is his own guilt.
hells_half_acre
Sep. 9th, 2010 02:40 am (UTC)
Yeah, it's kind of messing him up. It's bad enough to witness someone's murder once, you know? (or so I would assume anyway).

Thanks for reading!!
phamalama
Sep. 8th, 2010 08:32 pm (UTC)
Ah, more old fashioned ghost hunt! The teacher was a minor character that doesn't seem like a major haunt, but if there's a torture chamber, there's bound to be major disturbed spirits. I guess they have unfinished business with the Malfoys and Death Eaters, huh? This might be a theme throughout the rest of the wizarding world now!
hells_half_acre
Sep. 9th, 2010 02:41 am (UTC)
Perhaps perhaps, you'll have to wait and see...

Thanks for reading and I'm glad you are enjoying it!
franztastisch
Sep. 8th, 2010 08:39 pm (UTC)
You are all kinds of awesome. Seriously. I've already said I love you Draco, but man, I love your Draco. And Astoria? Awesome. Same with Scorpius. And the more I read, the more I loath Lucius. It's kinda odd, but when you read it in the books, you don't get what a horrible person he is properly. Same as you don't really connect the Dursley's to actually abusing Harry, though they did.

See? Dean couldn’t help but picture Draco younger, sitting at a table full of dark wizards while they murdered the teacher...and he wished Sam had pulled the trigger back at the dinner table.

And Jesus Christ, if any house was going to be haunted because terrible things happening in it, it's the Malfoy's house.

There is a likelihood that I'll just write a very long essay here, so I'm gonna stop.

Oh, but Draco sending Lucius to his room? Brilliance. :D
hells_half_acre
Sep. 9th, 2010 02:46 am (UTC)
Thank you very much!

And yeah, I like to think about these sorts of things...and Lucius just, there really isn't much he could do to redeem himself at all. A father doesn't have to be absent or abusive to be a bad father...poor Draco never stood a chance with the parents he had.

I'm glad you like my Astoria, seeing as how I had absolute NO source material on her besides one sentence in the epilogue. :-P She's basically an OC when it comes to personality.

And hey, never feel bad about writing me long essays...I really adore the feedback, especially when it's all good things ;)
marlowe78
Sep. 8th, 2010 08:54 pm (UTC)
I think I said I won't read this until you're finished... well, I lied.
I have been sneak-reading all these Wednesdays and only now chose to comment, not because the chapters sucked - not AT ALL - but because I thought it would just be enough to comment on the last chapter for the whole thing.

Now, I have to do it sooner.
Because I want to let you know that I love what you're doing with Draco.
I have been intrigued with Malfoy from the first time I read a HP-book, and I think I never got over the fact that he was simply a bully and Harry's enemy. Well, as you can see, I didn't finish the HP-books. I stopped after "The Goblet of Fire", mainly because it took so long for the next book, but also because I didn't really relate to Harry. The friends were all too nice for me ;-)

So, anyway. I love what you do with Malfoy. He is still a prissy bitch, still stuck-up in some way. But he TRIES and I don't even know what all happened, but the fact alone that your Dean has sympathy for him and likes him makes him a person that intrigues me and like him too.

So. I love this story. And man, I can't wait for Dean and Sam to get to Hogwarts... but first, I need to know what else happened in that house. And what is in the basement.
hells_half_acre
Sep. 9th, 2010 02:53 am (UTC)
If you ever go back to the HP books, skip over book 5 and go straight for book 6. You still won't relate to Harry, because you'll spend the whole book thinking "if Harry could just get over this stupid paranoid grudge, he'd see that Draco NEEDS HELP" - it's in book 6 that we really start to see who Draco is, and the brief places he's in book 7 only add to the new dimensions rather than flattening him again.

But yeah, I've always been fascinated by the "evil" characters in books...what made them that way, what their logical process is... In a good book, everyone should be sympathetic to some degree, or at least have understandable logic (even if it's based on a false premise).

Turn in next week, for The Mystery in the Basement! Sadly, I doubt it will live up to expectation... but I like what I've done there... :P

Thanks for reading (even though you weren't supposed to be! Haha)!
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samantha_kathy
Sep. 8th, 2010 08:59 pm (UTC)
And the riddle gets even more curious. Great story!
hells_half_acre
Sep. 9th, 2010 02:55 am (UTC)
It's funny for me, because I KNOW what's going on, so I can't really tell how well I'm building this mystery...

But, yeah...I guess it IS getting more curious!
dairygirl
Sep. 8th, 2010 10:38 pm (UTC)
I really like your Astoria--that she wanted to have the Winchesters over for dinner because Draco needs friends and her overt affection even if it embarrassed Draco. Nice reveal with the conversation Sam had with Scorpius and use of a canon death. I cannot wait to see where you are going with the ghosts and death echoes. I liked the relief Draco showed when Dean called him "Drake", a nice touch. I look forward to see what might be in the basement. As ever, I eagerly await the next installment.
hells_half_acre
Sep. 9th, 2010 02:59 am (UTC)
Draco should get lucky at some point in his life ;) So, I figured the one gift I could give Draco was someone who really did love him.

I really hope I can pull off what I have planned!

Thanks for reading and all your kind words!!
entropy1031
Sep. 8th, 2010 11:41 pm (UTC)
Woots
Yay for new chapters! This is the only good thing about Wednesday. The plot just gets curiouser and curiouser. A death echo in the Malfoy house? It makes so much sense, as does Draco's fantastically in-character rationalization of why /not/ to call Harry Potter. ;) Makes me wonder how many former Death Eater sympathizers are keeping quiet about disturbances in their homes.

It also makes me wonder what's going on with all of these supernatural events! The wizards all seem shocked that this is happening to wizard ghosts. Is there something sucking the magic out of dead magical things and turning them crazy? Hm. Maybe not. Your fics seem to be slightly more reasonable than that. But I /am/ intrigued. Can't wait for next week!
hells_half_acre
Sep. 9th, 2010 03:02 am (UTC)
Re: Woots
Hey wow, I didn't even think of other former Death Eater sympathizers...maybe I should write that in! :P I was just thinking of Draco and Harry's personal history with that scene.

I like how you say I'm "more reasonable than that!" Haha

Thanks for reading, and commenting, and I'm very glad you are continuing to enjoy the fic!
katsheswims
Sep. 9th, 2010 12:15 am (UTC)
Ohhhh. I like it.

I had a feeling that the professor was just a death echo, but I didn't think there would actually be something else in the house.

I love this.

I can't wait to read more.
hells_half_acre
Sep. 9th, 2010 03:05 am (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you love it!!

Ah, and you caught onto the the death echo before the reveal...very nice! :)
lethiaw77
Sep. 9th, 2010 02:02 am (UTC)
OMG I'm SO glad you posted today :) You know I luv u :) and this story just keeps getting better. OMG Draco sent Lucius to his room ROTFL!!!! I really love your Dean and Draco voices in this they are truly just spot on. Most importantly I love how your story really gives Dean's morality a chance to shine with the interaction between Dean and Draco it really highlights this and I love it because I think one of the keys to his character is the moral compass he clings to while wandering through the murky shades of gray that are his life.
hells_half_acre
Sep. 9th, 2010 03:10 am (UTC)
Now I can just say that I can't guarantee an update next week, but I'll do my best!

Thank you for the kind words on my characterizations of Dean and Draco. Dean DOES have a moral centre, no matter how skewed it might get from time to time...and yeah, much like you, I love it because it IS a touchstone for the character - as Sam's moral centre is for him (you can always tell there's something wrong with Sammy when it doesn't seem to be there).

Anyway, hope you enjoy the next chapter just as much!
lelaro
Sep. 9th, 2010 03:09 am (UTC)
sam needs some unbiased love and that is the best thing about kids, they really light up a person's day. sam needs more hugs and playtime and possibly a map (bad insomniac!Sam)
hells_half_acre
Sep. 9th, 2010 03:13 am (UTC)
I agree! More hugs all around! The world is better with hugs!!

And yeah, naps are good too! (so are maps, but I think you meant "nap" there ;) )

Seriously though, I think one of the reasons Sam is loosing up around the kids is because he doesn't have to fear them rejecting him...I think, as much as Dean has a fear of being alone and abandonment, Sam has a deep fear of being rejected. But yeah, that's a downer...so...

MORE HUGS AND PLAYTIME!
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redrikki
Sep. 9th, 2010 05:41 pm (UTC)
Another excellent installment. The death echo was both sad and creepy and, although I know they're canon, I thought including the white peacocks was an excellent touch. It just added to the otherworldly and vaguely creepy atmosphere of the place.
hells_half_acre
Sep. 9th, 2010 08:35 pm (UTC)
Thank you! White peacocks are just too good to pass up, especially when you are dealing with ghosts too.
lizzy384
Sep. 10th, 2010 09:38 am (UTC)
While I could accept that perhaps the 'reformed' Draco, Astoria and Scorpius might live at the coach house, I knew there had to be a damn good reason for Lucius and Narcissa to be there too, and yep, death echos (and whatever else is lurking in the basement) - damn good reason!

Poor Draco. I certainly understand Dean's sentiment...picturing 'Draco younger, sitting at a table full of dark wizards while they murdered the teacher...and [wishing] Sam had pulled the trigger back at the dinner table'!

Great start to the chapter too. I so loved Draco telling off his parents, sending Lucius to his room and giving Narcissa a timeout! Very amusing.

The Dean/Draco interaction throughout the chapter, in various contexts, was excellent - seeing Draco relax at Dean calling him 'Drake' (and his parents equal disgust!) - the amusement at the car with the weapons and then again with the white peacocks - Draco questioning Dean about how he knew about the bathroom incident - and, of course, in the manor, with the Muggle Studies Professor.

Very cute little scene with Sam and Scorpius again - yeah, you know I'm a sucker for the kids - Dean's so natural with them, but you do so well with the awkward, but nevertheless good, Sam ;-)

And you continue to build a wonderful character with Astoria. First with her trying to right the damage Lucius had done, feeling so mortified that Dean and Sam thought she was just using them. And then: 'Dean watched as Astoria clasped her hands together and fidgeted slightly, and Draco looked both defeated and amused at the same time. Before Dean could figure out what it all meant, Astoria rushed forward and enveloped Draco in a huge hug. Dean coughed and looked away, as Draco blushed deeply.' - she seems to be doing so many good things for Draco's development (you just can't imagine him like that back at Hogwarts!).
hells_half_acre
Sep. 10th, 2010 04:29 pm (UTC)
she seems to be doing so many good things for Draco's development (you just can't imagine him like that back at Hogwarts!)

I read a book once that had this fantastic message (and a fantastic method of delivering the message), and it was "we are all better people when we are loved." Yes, you could argue that Lucius and Narcissa certainly loved Draco, but I don't think it counts when the people loving you don't love you enough to see what they're doing to you. I wanted to give Draco a wife that actually loved him. So, yeah, I'm very glad that she's going over well with you. She's still a Syltherin, but she's the GOOD side to that coin.

The Draco/Dean friendship was not something I expected to develop when I started writing the first story...but it did, and I kind of like it. It's sort of an oil and water friendship, but for some reason it works.

I think if it were up to Lucius, he'd be living in the manor with the death echo...but in my mind, after Lucius dragged the family name into the pit, Draco is now head of the house, and it was him who decided to move everyone out.

Thanks for reading and commenting. I've happy you are still enjoying it!!
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msninacat
Sep. 11th, 2010 11:46 am (UTC)
Ooh! The plot thickens... lol Very awesome! And you're one of the people that has made Draco tolerable for me so that I don't sigh and roll my eyes when I see his name. This chapter definitely helped his cause with me. :D
hells_half_acre
Sep. 11th, 2010 01:42 pm (UTC)
Yay for Draco being tolerable!

Thanks ;) I'm glad you like it!
sinesofinsanity.dreamwidth.org
Sep. 14th, 2010 03:58 am (UTC)
Happy!squee

Very well done, will comment more when less am exhausted I tomorrow maybe purple?
hells_half_acre
Sep. 14th, 2010 04:00 am (UTC)
Haha, understood! Glad you enjoyed :)
reddluvsblue
Jul. 31st, 2011 09:14 am (UTC)
Drake and Dean
What I like about Ch.16/17, is you get an idea of how Dean likes Draco. I love how Dean can decipher Draco with his dry humour and sarcasm, but what you get of Draco is a shy man who loves his son to DEATH. I love how you take his words and mannerisms and make us see behind all the prissiness, is really an upstanding guy doing his best. And Dean caught that immediately since the last story. I LIKE that its Dean too, who can look into someone being a bitch, but really is a sweet guy..like Dean himself is.
hells_half_acre
Aug. 2nd, 2011 03:41 am (UTC)
Re: Drake and Dean
And I love that you picked up on all that! Thank you so much :) When I started making Dean and Draco friends, I was worried that people wouldn't understand it...because Draco really can be a bitch, but yeah, if there's one thing Dean can recognize it's love and devotion to family.
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