"BLACK MAMBA"
Part 01 🔥
This might actually turn into a lengthy fic.
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After Voldemort's defeat, his fathers well deserved imprisonment and mother's house arrest, Draco finds himself alone without any guidance.
Living in the Manor where so much blood was shed is more than he can bear, Draco decides to leave the Magical world behind.
He desperately needs to find himself.
His mind is in a continuous state of unrest, to rid himself of the burden of his dark past he seeks refuge with The Buddhist monks of The Shaolin Temple in China.
From his many readings about the world beyond their own, Draco knew meditation was a way to calm oneself and tame inner demons.
The journey by no means is easy, but he welcomes the hardship, he deserves the cold air beating around him and sinking into his pores, he deserves the cracked lips and bloodshot eyes.
Draco quickly learns that meditation and realization of his actions is the only way that he will be set free from the heavy burden he carries.
Nightmares plague him daily, he sees many dead faces, they plead with him to help them escape persecution but he does nothing but watch helplessly from the sidelines as Voldemort slaughters them all.
Children, wizards who displeased him, magical creatures, The Dark Lord spares no one.
The Abbot is sceptical at first, he takes in the dark circles under the young wizards eyes, his ashen skin colour, thin tall frame but mostly the troubled and disturbed eyes.
It is the pain and suffering he sees swirling in the clear grey mist that convinces him to help the foreigner.
The kindly monks share their wisdom and ways of the world with him, the boy who never lifted a finger to do anything grabs hold of the broom handle and sweeps the centuries old stone stairs.
He washes empty pots and clothes till his skin is reddened and raw, he uses no magic, his wand has lost its appeal.
He finds his work oddly gratifying, the monks know his abilities, there is not much you can hide from them.
After two years of seeking refuge, the keeper of the temple requests his presence.
They drink herbal tea in silence and Draco wonders whether he has overstayed his welcome.
The Abbot starts to speak.
A : "Mr Malfoy..."
Draco flinches, it's been years since anyone referred to him by his surname.
D : "Yes..."
A : "Has your time here been beneficial, have you found the inner peace you seek?"
Draco smiles and nods.
D : "Not yet, but it is certainly getting there."
The Abbot regards Draco intently.
A : "Do you still have nightmares?"
Draco's lip trembles, he looks down in shame.
D : "Yes, there's so many people I could've helped."
The Abbot shakes his head and slowly sips the hot tea.
A : "Ah, there was little you could've done to save them."
Draco hisses through clenched teeth.
D : "I did nothing, I am a coward."
The Abott sighs.
A : "You are wrong and I have a proposal for you, young wizard."
Draco bows his head respectfully.
D : "I will do anything you ask, master."
The Abbot smiles warmly.
A : "It is my wish that you learn the ways of Kung fu."
The old man had seen the troubled youth stare at the younger monks training and learning with an intense hunger in his eyes.
Draco can barely hide his surprise, he always watched in fascination as the monks practiced diligently and even took to trying a few memorized moves in the darkness of his small room.
He bows his head again.
It is a rare privilege, the ways of Kung fu are not taught to all.
D : "You honour me."
The Abbot smiles and nods.
A : "It will aid you greatly in your journey to peace and fulfillment."
D : "Thank you, I cannot express my gratitude."
A : "In time you will be able to perform magic without the aid of a wand."
Draco raises a brow.
D : "Wandless magic?"
The Abbot does a fluid motion with his hands and a fiery ball of red appears out of thin air before them, Draco widens his eyes in shock.
A : "Yes, I will show you the way."
For the next 6 years, Draco trains, meditates and becomes one with the temple and the monks within.
He gives up all worldly needs and wants and at long last, he finally reaches the state of inner peace he craved all his life.
To everyone's surprise, the pampered boy takes to Kung fu like a fish to water, he practices day and night and in next to no time becomes a formidable opponent.
They give him the name, "Black Mamba" it's fitting as his blows are fast, accurate and deadly.
He hardly needs a wand, as his skills in martial arts improved, his magic became stronger and he was able to wield, use and bend it to his will.
The fluttering of large wings distracts Draco from his meditative state.
He reluctantly gets to his feet and let's the large owl in.
The owl is known to him, Draco strokes the majestic birds feathers and takes the sealed letter out of the owls hooked beak.
He opens the letter, his striking grey eyes take in the beautiful hand written words and blotches of ink where tears had fallen and stained the parchment.
His fingers numb, the letter falls to floor and stares at him accusingly.
Dearest Draco,
I hope this letter finds you well.
My son, your father has succumbed to his prison term in Azkaban, it is a kindness that he passed away with his mind still intact.
His funeral wasn't the lavish affair he always wanted but an intimate gathering of myself and the house elves.
I am well aware that there was no love lost between you both, but he is your father despite his shortcomings.
I need you, Draco.
There is much about the family business and Manor that I do not understand and none to trust with it.
It is time for you to come home.
Love always,
Your mother.
Draco closes his eyes, his hands ball into fists at his side and a dark blue hue surrounds his clenched fist.
The magic in his blood rises to the surface and surrounds him whole.
His many demons put to rest, Draco opens his eyes with renewed purpose.
He was no longer the aimless, helpless boy that arrived at the Temple gates, he was now a 26 year old man with much to offer the world.
Mother was right, it was time to return.