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Luka

My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before

Draco Malfoy lay cowering in the corner, afraid to cry. He was battered and beaten once again by his father, unable to move for the various injuries inflicted upon his adolescent body. His father had once again come home angry, and had once again taken his anger out on his seventeen year old son. But Draco would not cry, that would only make his father angrier. He could not show any emotion, a Malfoy wasn't supposed to have feelings equal to anyone else. He a crach downstairs followed by cursing and the muffled sound of footsteps. He huddled in the corner more as the door opened


If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was

A young house-elf by the name of wizzie walked through the door quietly whispering "Master Malfoy? Master Malfoy are you in here?". Draco breathed a sigh of relief and called out weakly "I'm over here" Wizzie walked over to him and he saw small crystal tears welling up in those large tennis ball eyes. He whispered "Wizzie don't cry for me, theres no point in us both getting beaten" She nodded and began to attend to his wounds with scraps of material she found. Once done, Draco thanked her for her kindness. Wizzi beamed at him and said "Master Malfoy is welcome" and walked out of the room, leaving Draco to think.


I think it's because I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud

This was always happening to Draco. Lucius would always come home frustrated and angry. He would seek out Draco, no matter where he hid in this dark mansion, and beat him. Kicking, punching, Lucius Malfoy just didn't know when to stop. He dealt out punishment severly even when Draco didn't do anything wrong. He bought him gifts later to make up for the pain he had been put through, but it Draco's opinion it wasn't enough. All he wanted was a little love and affection from his cold-hearted father. But he knew, deep down, that would never happen.

They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore

Draco sighed, wondering what he had ever done to his father to deserve the constant beatings, the verbal abuse. He thought back as far as he could to his childhood, where this had all began. He had been a lonely child until he had gone to hogwarts. He once played with a muggle child, he remembered. They had played tag and football until Lucius had intervened. He had grabbed Draco's shoulder and dragged him away, hissing something in a language Draco had not understood at the time. Later that night, Draco Malfoy had experienced his first beating.

Yes I think I'm okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown

The way his father had been treating him for years had made Draco a bitter and angry young man. He had developed a passion for writing poetry whenever he was beaten, pouring out his heart and soul into simple poems containing his emotions at the tender age of eight. He had written these poems until one night, when he was nine years old, Lucius Malfoy had discovered one of the poems his son had written. He had quesrioned Draco about it before finally finding a punishment he thought was suitable. That night Draco Malfoy learnt the meaning of the word "Crucio" He was too young to know what was happening, he only knew it was wrong.

Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am
Just don't ask me how I am

Now all Draco Malfoy did in his time at home was count down the days until he was back at Hogwarts. He couldn't bear the thought of going home when the time came for school to end, which is why he often signed up to stay over the christmas holidays. He practised charms to hide the bruises, he didn't want anyone else to know his pain. He knew somewhere deep inside that even if Lucius did see the error of his ways, he could never truly trust his father again. Angry footstpes punding up the stairs snapped Draco out of his thoughts, He knew this time it wasn't wizzie. This time, it was Lucius

My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before

The door flew open and Lucius Malfoy stormed in, cane in one hand. He snarled when he saw Draco curled up in the corner and went into an immediate rage. He beat Draco with all of his might, every whimper causing a new bout of rage. Lucius Malfoy had never known when to stop. Finally when he was through he cast a simple charge to hide the bruises and began to order Draco around once more "Get up, boy" he snarled viciously in Draco's direction. Draco stood up, afraid of his father no more. "Come on, you worthless lump, we're going to see Rufus" Draco opened his mouth and said something he had never told his father before.

If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was

"No" Lucius turned around, his face livid "What did you say to me, boy?" Draco steadied himself and said "You heard me the first time, Lucius" Lucius turned back around and raised his fist "Go on boy" He said "Be a hero, see where it gets you" Draco breathed out deeply "You can mess around with the ministry, you can mess around with hogwarts, hell you can even mess around with the death eaters" Draco spoke, suddenly braver then he'd ever been before "But I am no longer a child and you're through messing with me" And with that Draco stood up tall and waited for his fathers reaction.

They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore

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