This is my first story on here, I do however write on wattpad; even if I have less than maybe 5 stories finished. This story is on there in a little bit more of an explicit manner.
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Our story starts in Wiltshire, England. Where two males, one of 16 the other the ripe age of 70 though one could not tell; what with the snake-like appearance obscuring his features, were writing notes of anguish and hope.
July 30th, 1996
I can't do this anymore. I'm going mad; even my most loyal Death-Eaters think so. Maybe it'd help if I reunited with my Horcruxes. Now how to find them.
T.M.R
July 30th, 1996
No one knows, but that doesn't make it hurt less. It doesn't matter that I have no other choice, I still hurt the love of my life every day. It's all his fault, my father; if one could call him that. Not only is he distant he is also abusive, both physically, emotionally, and sexually. The last is the most critical, I think. Mainly because he's 'rented' me out to his "friends"; they only use him to get what they want, like any good Slytherin.
I hate them, all of them but him especially. If only I could escape them, getaway, make it to Harry.
D.L.M
Still, there was another, a resident of Shurley, who wrought a sorrowful entry into his journal.
July 30th, 1996
I can't take this anymore. I'm going to die. Or snap. This is the first and probably last moment alone I'll get. Today I've seen 44 men, had both holes filled continually. Had 3 dicks in my ass and two in my mouth more times than I can count. I even began contemplating conveying a message to Voldemort to come and kill me. I'll begin the letter tonight. Now, how to send it without the order or my relatives seeing it?
H.J.P
And so it was that the next day the Dark Lord awoke to chaos. The young Malfoy Hair was missing.