INTRODUCTION/PROLOGUE:
"Wish I was too dead to cry. Self affliction fails"
A Seventeen-year-old boy stood in a dark hall waiting. Everyday he stood at this time waiting for a small letter. A letter showing him at least one person loved him in this faithless world.
He was about 6ft tall and had a vigorous look about him. His eyes were an incredible captivating grey. The only dreary thing about him was his pale face, which haunted the rest of his body.
His name was Draco Malfoy, once a Slytherin at Hogwarts, now a prisoner of his father.
After Draco had left school he was kept away from the outside world. Hidden from the beauty of the sun, only aloud out in the garden to glance at the moon. Although the sun wasn't the only beauty he missed. He couldn't speak to any of his old friends. He was made to leave everything behind.
It wasn't long before Draco Malfoy turned eighteen, only 5 months left. His Father, Lucius Malfoy didn't have much time left. That's where he was at the moment, planning the ceremony with the Dark Lord. The ceremony that will strip Draco away from his humanity and turn him into a slave of the Dark Lord; a dreaded Death eater. Lucius had to act fast, as soon as Draco turned eighteen, he could legally chose his own life, his own paths to what greatness has in store for him. He could make his own decisions…"this is unheard of" Lucius would say. But if Lucius acted now…before it's too late, Draco would have no choice in the matter, being still a child he would have to obey his father's commands.
"Finally" Draco murmured as the post was dropped onto the floor. Draco gave the brown owl that; flapped patiently by his shoulder, a few nickels and it flew away.
Draco flicked through the mail in his hands. Three letters were for his father about business. A newspaper and a gold envelope were addressed to himself. Draco dropped his fathers' letters on a table by the door and made his way into the kitchen.
A few elves were cleaning but as soon as they saw him enter they quickly shuffled their tools into their hands and left.
"You don't have to go…" Draco sighed. They didn't come back they were terrified of Lucius and as Draco was his son the never had much to do with him because they were afraid that he was the same.
Draco slid onto the kitchen unit by the sink and sat down comfortably.
"Potter on the front page of the newspaper again. The editors must fancy him," Draco sulked, "I could catch death eaters easily too, if I could get out of this bloody place!" He threw the newspaper onto the floor in jealousy.
He looked at the gold letter and ran his hand through his shoulder length hair, still a silvery blonde. His hand shook, excited while he opened the letter carefully not wanting to tear anything inside the envelope.
The inside contained a letter and a small necklace with a purple butterfly that hung in the middle of the butterfly was a diamond.
The letter read:
Dear Draco,
I miss you dearly. I wish I could be there right
Now and hold you close like before. After reading your last letter
I'm really worried about you. Are you sure you are ok. I can find
You're home easily enough with the help of Harry –you know how
Good he is at tracking people down. I'll come and save you. You're
Welcome to come live with me, my parents would love to meet you.
Please Draco I love you so much and I hate the thought that you
Might be hurt or suffering. Draco I need to know you're safe and well
You know, ok. Write soon. All my Love is sent with this necklace…this
Is my symbol of my heart that I give to you. Please don't break it.
Love Hermione xxx
Draco smiled sadly and slipped the letter into his pocket.