A/N: This was just going around in my head after reading a couple different stories. I like to read ones with people in it that not many people write about. I also love slash stories and have been more inclined to write them recently. So my main character will be a main person in the stories but my minor characters will be a couple of people that not many people know about. I have compiled what some of them should look and act like with what was written in the harrypotterlexicon along with what other people have written. I hope you like some of the people I will be writing about. With all that said, this of course is going to be a AU story. Very much so. Some people who dies in the books are very much alive. This is also rated M for a reason, might not seem like it at first but it most definitely will be in later chapters. There will be Slash pairings, abuse, rape, and other things that if you do not like please turn around and do not read and do not flame please, you were warned so no need to flame if you do not like DO NOT READ!

Summary: Draco wondered why he was coming back to school after the war, and regretted it even more once he knew what that meddling old fool of a headmaster was planning.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character in this story. I may have grand dreams to one day have them at my beckon call but I know that will never happen, only in my dreams.

Prologue:

Draco Malfoy was looking at himself in the mirror in his room at the manor, thinking about the next morning when he would go aboard the train and head off to his last year of school. He roamed his eyes over his body in the mirror and shuddered when he came upon his face. The once flawless flesh now had a lightly faded scar going across his face from his right temple, diagonally down to his left jaw.

He hated the memory that would flash in his eyes when he looked upon his face. He knew not a living soul knew about how he received that scar, because he had killed the wizards who gave it to him. He was just afraid at how everyone would look upon him now that he was not the picture of perfection.

He had not seen any of his friends, if that is what you would call them, since the end of the battle and he rather liked it that way. He didn't want to have to hear the questions and assumptions on why he looked like that. He just couldn't live with anyone knowing, and looking at him like he was any different.

He was brought out of his thoughts when his mother entered his room. He slowly turned around and didn't miss the look of sorrow on the woman's face. He quickly turned back around so she wouldn't have to look at him while she spoke. He knew his mother started looking at him differently when she realized the scar was not going to go away. They tried everything in their power and more to make his skin flawless once more.

"Draco darling, it is time to start packing. I retrieved all your supplies for you so you didn't have to go out. Everything is on your bed. Your father would like you to join us at dinner tonight, since it is your last night here." Draco just nodded at his mother and waited for her to leave.

When he turned around he saw the many bags laid out on his bed and waved his wand to shrink and levitate them into his bags. He slowly made his way though the many halls of the manor and hesitated at the door leading into the Dinning Room. He hadn't seen his father since they knew his scar was permanent and he was afraid of his fathers reaction.

Pushing the doors open he saw that his parents were already sitting in their respective seats and quickly sat down. The elves served them in silence as Draco was secretively looking up at his parents. His heart broke when he father looked up at him and had a repulsive look on his face. He had never experienced that look towards him self before and he now knew what people felt like when they saw it.

"So Draco you are leaving in the morning?" His father asked not looking back up at him.

"Yes father, my ugliness will not be here for much longer."

"Draco." His mother scoffed.

" That is not what I" His father tried to spit out before Draco interrupted him by slamming his fists on the table and standing up so fast his chair flew out behind him, making a loud crashing noise as it hit the floor.

"Do not think me a fool Father, I see how you look at me, you too Mother. Ever since this monstrosity was placed on my face you look at me like I an unworthy of being in this family. At least you don't have to look at the rest of my body , like I do, or see the things that are in my head every time I look at my self. So father I will be out of your sight for good tomorrow, I will not be returning." With that Draco fled the Dinning room not even bothering to bring any food with him.

Once he was back in his room he ripped his clothes off and stood in front of the mirror to get a look at his whole body. He was right in saying they were lucky they didn't have to see him like this. Along his front scars marred all along him, small, long, shallow, deep. Not any of them would completely go away. They were all along his chest, arms and legs. He knew he would never be able to go shirtless again, wear anything but longs leaves and pants. He never wanted anyone to see him like this. He had tried to use concealment charms and other things like them, but nothing would work.

Slowly he turned around to the worst part of his scars. The one he was thankful he couldn't see in the mirror unless he turned around. The word Whore was slashed into his back, the constant reminder of what had happened to him.

At the sight of the word he quickly ran into his private bath and threw up into the toilet. Tears were streaming down his face as the memories came flooding back to him. He knew he would always be alone, for he wouldn't, no couldn't let another person see him like this, ever.