act one: the dance of dragons
chapter one

The sky seemed so dark, yet so refreshed. Barely giving in to the lives of those who resided within Malfoy Manor, the world around them seemed so dark. The only light that they seemed to have was the lightness of their platinum hair and the fairness of their skin. Other than that, they seemed so dark.

The darkness seeped into the room as if there was no tomorrow, cascading over the small canopy bed and dim candle. The world was something that most feared, especially those who feared others. Their reasons were all the same, they were afraid of the world because of the darkness that some held within their minds. It was a reasonable answer, who didn't fear the darkness within?

The Quidditch World Cup was coming around. Lucius had informed both of his children that they would be attending the game, Feyre was ecstatic. She was going to be around people and seeing people that she probably hadn't seen in ages. Part of her wondered if she'd see anyone from her school. There was a possibility.

The girl was seated on her bed, with part of the blanket laying over her legs as she read from her book. Eyes traveling over the pages as her lips occasionally quirked up, her expression changing from time to time. She had a few hours before they needed to leave, to arrive at the Quidditch World Cup so she wasn't rushing herself on time to do anything.

She figured that her friend Elizabeth would be there, with her brother and their father. She knew that they were also in good hands with the ministry and those around them due to their easy ability to talk their way through things. No one sees past the facade of false truths and lies that had created a river as long as the nile in Egypt.

Then again, in families like Feyre's, they still supported Voldemort. Even though he was dead, they believed that he would return. Which the girl found bizarre, she didn't understand why anyone would follow Voldemort let alone believe that he survived his death and would return. Death wasn't something that you could come back from, everyone knew that.

As the girl flipped her page, her eyes gazed over the words, before she decided she was bored of reading. Finding herself overly excited to go out to the Quidditch World Cup instead of acting maudlin while missing her friends and school. She was trapped in a place of darkness that she wished to escape, that she wished to burn free from.

A sigh left Feyre's lips as she looked up at the canopy that resided on top of her. Placing her book down on the soft covers as she moved her mouth around while trying to figure out what she wanted to do to pass time. She could write letters? No, She shut that down in her mind after a moment, that's rather boring. She had already been doing that often.

Read more? No, She was also quick to shut down that thought after already having placed her book down after growing bored. I've been reading for at least the past week, She sighed as she placed her hands over her eyes, there's got to be something else that I can do.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted as she heard a soft knock at her door before it opened, walking her mother in all of her glory. Narcissa smiled at her young daughter, as she walked over to her bed and sat down on the edge causing Feyre to sit up a bit. Moving her legs so that her mother hadn't sat on them as she straightened her back.

"Are you going to remain in your room all day?" Narcissa asked as she tilted her head to the side as she rubbed her hand against the blanket in an attempt to smooth it out.

"No," Feyre hummed softly before grinning, "Because Father is taking Draco and I to the Quidditch World Cup tonight, I believe he said that we're staying there."

"Oh," Narcissa furrowed her eyebrows, as if she hadn't known this, "Well, are you coming out of your room before you go to the Quidditch World Cup?"

Feyre simply grinned as she looked at her mother, "I believe to get to the Quidditch World Cup, I must leave my room so we can either apparate or use a port key."

Narcissa shook her head before sighing in amusement, "Let me rephrase my question, Fey, are you going to leave your room before you leave or are on your way to the Quidditch World Cup?"

"I don't know yet," Feyre popped her neck as she placed a finger on her chin as she faked being in deep thought, "Maybe, maybe not."

"Well, if you decide to grace all of us with your presence, the elves are fixing some lunch. One of your favorites, Gazpacho soup," Narcissa rose to her feet, lifting off of the bed as she looked down at her daughter, "Just a thought."

Of course, Feyre reframed from sighing at her mother's words, of course, the house elves are the ones doing all of the work. She wasn't a fan of that either, there were many things that her family believed in that she definitely did not.

Feyre let on a small grin as she looked at her mother, "I'll be down in a moment then. Just as long as my brother does not go out of his way to bother me too much," Feyre noticed as he walked by, seeing the blonde hair go by the crack of her door.

"I can hear you!" Draco raised his voice as it faded from the air.

"He won't be too much trouble," Narcissa's hand cascaded over the bedpost before she made her way out of the room, slowly closing the door behind her before her footsteps faded off in the distance.

Feyre then rose from her bed, placing a hand on her rib as she looked around, deciding that it was best to wear something other than her black nightgown that had clung to her body for the past two days. She walked over to the small closet and pulled out a black dress that went just above her knees that had mesh sleeves and lace detailing.

She slid off her nightgown, placing the discarded item over her mirror as she proceeded to change into her new dress. Pulling her hair out from under the fabric before walking over to brush through her platinum locks before heading down into the dining room. Wondering who else she would see in there.

She walked through her home, her hands grazing the wooden railings of the stairs as she descended down before walking into the dining room. A frown tugging at her lips as she watched the House Elves she passed bow their heads and mutter their greetings. Almost as if she was someone to fear. She hated that for them.

Feyre walked through, into the kitchens ignoring the whispers and looks that she was given. This was a usual occurrence from the girl so it wasn't really a surprise.

"I can take these," She picked up a few of the bowls despite the waving of the house elves' hands.

"No! No! Mistress Feyre, we've got these," A few of them tried to get the bowls from her but she used her height to her advantage.

"No, I've got them. You've all worked hard enough," Feyre gave them soft looks before walking out of the kitchens with a tiny smile as she began to place down the bowls of soup.

She pulled out her chair before taking her seat. Looking around at the emptiness of the room before she began to eat a spoonful at a time. Blowing the soup softly as steam came off of it before taking her bites.

"Feyre," Her brother's voice interrupted her thoughts as she lifted her head, her eyes catching him standing halfway down the stairs as he leaned on the railing, "Have you seen my black suit?"

"Which part of it?" Feyre asked as she took another bite of her soup before saying, "Mum might have it, unless the house elves took it to wash."

"I haven't worn it," Draco grumbled as he looked at his sister, "The jacket, Feyre."

Feyre looked over at him as her eyebrow raised, "Have you even checked your room at all? I believe that would be a good place to start, dear brother."

"I did," Draco seemed to get defensive before he strided back up the stairs muttering a mouth full of profanities the entire way to his room.

Feyre's attention returned to that of her food. Ignoring the pit in her stomach at the other bowls sitting untouched and their seats uninhabited. This was usually how their home remained, but it was still rather annoying. It was why Feyre rarely ever left her room. There was nothing for her to do when she had emerged from her bed.

She listened to the silence, the only sound being the occasional murmuring or the footsteps of her family. There was nothing else within the home, nothing that made any sort of noise and the silence was loud enough to drive anyone mad.

"Feyre," Narcissa called out as the girl finished off her soup, "I'm glad to see you're out of your room."

Feyre made a soft snort as she tried her best to clean up any mess that she had made at the table, "Yes, I am out of my room. I was informed my soup was ready."

Narcissa made a soft tut as she looked at her, before she looked at what she was wearing, "Is that what you are wearing tonight? I believe you should take a jacket, just in case."

Feyre gave a soft nod as she rose from her seat, tucking it back into the table as she picked up her plate, "I will. Now, I must clean up my mess."

"The house elves can do that," Narcissa gave her daughter a look before she went to call the elves.

"No, I want too," Feyre spoke simply before quickly moving into the kitchen, not giving Narcissa any time to call for the elves.

Feyre shuffled past the elves as she tried her best not to be in their way. Placing the bowl and utensils into the sink before she made her way out of the kitchens. Smiling at the elves as she slipped through the doorway.

"Feyre, dear, are you getting ready?" Lucius' hand gripped his cane as he looked sternly at his daughter, "We do not have time to dance around."

"Almost, I've got to grab my jacket and my shoes, father," Feyre spoke as she bowed her head, keeping her gaze low to the floor for a moment before raising her head.

Lucius' gaze was hard, but Feyre had grown accustomed to it over the years, "Be quick, I'd like to leave soon if you don't mind."

"Yes, father," Feyre bowed her head again before quickly making her way up the stairs.

The girl's feet clicked against the cold floors with every bounce she made in an attempt to run up the stairs. She was quick to make it to her room, slipping through the cracked door before walking back over to her bedside. Grabbing a pair of black tights and sliding them on before her white socks and Mary Janes that she had. Then, she walked over and grabbed her black blazer before she walked downstairs.

"Feyre! Hurry up," Draco called out as he moved past her door, "Why do you take so bloody long?"

Feyre rolled her eyes as she left her hair down, standing up before walking out the door to her brother, "I don't. You simply have no patience, Draco."

Draco gave her a slight glare before motioning for her to follow, "Come on!"

"I'm coming," Feyre groaned as she chased her brother down the stairs, the two shooting glares at each other with each step down they made.

"Children," Narcissa stood beside her husband, a hand on his arm as she glared at the two children who now stood in front of her, "Behave."

"Yes, mother," Feyre nodded her head as she took a deep breath, trying her best not to make some comment about her dim witted brother.

Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes as he looked between their parents and the girl herself as he muttered, "Fine."

Feyre decided that the best thing to do was to change the subject of the conversation as she adjusted her posture while grinning, "So, are you coming too, mother? I thought you said you were staying behind."

Lucius shared a look with Narcissa who gave a tiny smile, "I'm not going, there is much to be done in preparations for this year at Hogwarts. I need to prepare and get things ready for you two while you are out having fun."

"What's happening this year?" Draco questioned as he flared his nostrils, "Hogwarts, a total waste of my time."

"Don't say that," Feyre gave Draco a soft look as she crossed her arms across her chest, "I find Hogwarts quite refreshing."

"It's a place for you two to grow as wizards," Narcissa reminded Draco while shaking her head, "Despite how downhill it has gone in recent years. I suppose it is not as strong as many once believed."

Feyre found herself confused by her mother's words, not understanding why anyone believed that the school had gone downhill in its recent years. Feyre simply believed that things had changed, they had gone through many wars and many wizards and understood what to teach from time to time now. Of course, there were some things that she did not agree with.

Something in her gave her a warning when around a few of the teachers. As if they were to put her in any sort of danger. The way they looked at her... it was like they knew something that she did not. She didn't understand it. Then again, there was a lot of things at Hogwarts that Feyre had yet to understand. But she figured that she would in time.

"Well," Lucius' face hardened as he looked at his two children, "Are you ready?"

"Yes father," Both siblings spoke in unison, though Lucius' gaze fell harder on Draco.

Feyre looked over at her father before following his gaze to her brother. Noticing the way Draco looked a little uneasy but tried his best to hide it under the facade he carried himself under. She wasn't sure why he had to put on some facade, but then again, didn't she? She had to hide who she was just so her parents wouldn't find out and she wouldn't receive the repercussions of it.

Feyre noticed the uneasy tension in the air between the two male Malfoy's but said nothing of it. Instead, staying quiet until someone gave any sort of directions. The girl stood with her hands together in front of her as she fiddled with her fingers while her mother kept her fake smile while looking between the two of them.

"You best get going," Narcissa looked at her husband as she pulled away from him, "Keep a close eye on them. Don't wander off or do anything stupid," Naricssa looked at her children with the look of a stern mother.

"Yes, I understand," Feyre hummed as she gave a small smile, walking over to her mother as she placed a kiss on her cheek before bowing her head, "Goodbye, Mum."

"Have fun," Narcissa ran her hand through Feyre's hair before bidding her goodbyes to Draco.

"Come on," Lucius beckoned his children out the door, "The port key isn't far from here."

The trudge to the port key wasn't a far one. The entire time Draco muttered complaints about how it took too long or his feet were hurting too bad while Feyre stayed silent. Lucius chose to ignore his son's complaints but it obviously began to annoy the man as he gripped onto his cane to the point his knuckles turned white.

Feyre swallowed thickly as she muttered to Draco, "He looks angry, I'd advise you stop complaining."

Draco gave her a harsh glare before looking at his father, and his face falling in a sort of realization, "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Feyre muttered as she nudged her head upward as they continued up the hill, "Are you excited? I'm happy to see this match. I'm going for Ireland, I believe they can beat that arrogant git, Krum."

"Ireland?" Draco looked at his sister as if she had gone mad, "Bulgaria is going to win. Krum is one-hundred percent going to pull through for Bulgaria. Are you mad?"

"Maybe a little," Feyre stifled a laugh as she pushed her hair out of her face due to the wind, "You boys believe that Krum is some savior, some man who could never lose. Has it ever actually clicked in your head that he maybe, just maybe, isn't that good of a Quidditch player?"

Draco scoffed at his sister as he shook his head, "Girls. You've all got some weird look on Quidditch. There's a reason that barely any play Quidditch."

"That was misogynistic," Feyre glared at her brother as she rolled her eyes, "You're just mad that we are better observers and for your information, we are good at Quidditch."

"Just because you are Slytherin's beater, doesn't mean anythin'," Draco looked over at his sister, "You made it because of who we are."

"I made it because I'm actually good," Feyre rolled her eyes at her brother's insinuations, "I'm sorry that you just fell back on the legacy of our name."

"Children," Lucius sneered before he looked down at the port key, "Grab on."

Both knew better than to challenge their father's wishes as they both bent down, slowly grabbing hold of the port key before the world around them began spinning disastrously.

"I'm going to be sick," Feyre muttered as she shut her eyes tightly as she spun around, feeling her stomach flip upside down and her face go green.

This was a lovely way to start out the Cup...