"I'm on the outside
And I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colors
'Cuz inside your ugly
You're ugly like me
I can see through you
See the real you..." Staind, "Outside"
"Draco, I'm very sorry. We just received word today that something has happened," Professor Dumbledore explained, his eyes filled with sorrow, his lips moving slowly. Draco sat across from the desk on a chair, his mind transfixed on the conversation. Professor Dumbledore hesitated a moment before he continued.
"Last night your Mother passed away." Draco was shocked. His breath automatically came in short, his eyes widened but his vision became blurry. Chills ran up and down his spine as dizziness filled his consciosness.
"What?" Draco choked, his eyes filling with tears he was fighting to hold back.
"Well, it was an accident somehow, your father says. She was helping one of the house-elves put away the knives and she slipped, and somehow, the knife reached her throat..."
Draco froze, fear rising in him. He suddenly failed to hold back his tears, and they streamed down his face, This couldn't be happening. His mother was one of the only reasons he was alive. His father would used to beat him for countless reasons, but his mother protected him, often getting hit herself. His parents often got into arguments over how to raise him, often going on long into the time when he was trying to sleep. This must be how he had gotten his mean, crude ways. He managed to keep his cool, something his mother taught him, whenever he was feeling aggravated or angry, but his father taught him the rude actions he often did. But, deep down inside, he knew he was a nice person, but he covered it up with the rough exterior that everyone saw.
"I'm very sorry Draco....I have asked the rest of the teachers if you could miss classes until Christmas vacation. Also, if you would like to go home earlier, I could arrange that. Would you still like to go home?" Dumbledore's face held back no sorrow or pity as he watched Draco silently cry.
"Yes," Draco choked, barely being able to get the words out as his voice trembled. He knew that if he stayed at Hogwarts, he would get a brutal beating once he got home for the summer. "I want to stay here for the holidays." he clutched the armrests of the chair, as he went pale and stood up. He stumbled and staggered towards the door, "Thank you professor."
"I'm very sorry Draco. If there is anything I can do, please feel free to come to me," Draco nodded slightly and dizzily pushed the door open. Professor Snape, who had escorted Draco to Dumbledore's office, was leaning against the wall silently. He stared at Draco as Draco turned his head and wiped his tears.
"Are you okay Draco? I know losing a mother is a very sad thing. I lost mine when I was your age. I hope you feel better." Snape turned, waited for Draco's reply, a nod, then began walking away, obviously pitying the sight of Draco, his Slytherin-most like student on the brink of depression.
"I can't believe this," Draco thought to himself, his mind racing with questions. "Something's wrong, my mother would never help one of our house- elves, she wouldn't do that....She either killed herself or-or father killed...oh Merlin."
Draco managed to drag himself to the Slytherin common room without crying in front of everyone. The room was filled with Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, and some new kids from the Diagon Alley School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which had sadly burned into ashes the week before.
From what he heard, the DASWW was a school that had gotten burned down either by some death eaters or it was an accident. The students were all transferred to different schools, and a good amount was added to Hogwarts.
He didn't know the new students, just a few of their names, like some of the girls that Pansy had introduced him to. They were Kayla, Christina, and Morgan. Morgan had black hair, dark eyes and was very shy. Christina was like her too, except she had red hair and green eyes. But, even she didn't stand out in the crowd. Kayla caught Draco's attention immediately.
She had light brown hair that fell about three inches below her shoulders with blonde highlights. Her eyes were a warm, welcoming blue that seemed to go on forever. You could easily see the emotion in her eyes, and it was usually the happy, joyful girl she seemed to be. Kayla was very outgoing and seemed to act as a mentor to her two friends, and with every passing day, the Slytherins were liking her more and more. But not many people knew her real life and history. Draco was slightly curious, but he didn't show it, at least not with Pansy around, who was the over protective girl friend that would do anything to impress her peers about her boyfriend.
"Hey Draco!" Pansy cried, waving as she stood in the corner with Morgan, Christina and Kayla. She tossed her hair and turned back to the small crowd, completely avoiding Draco's sadden looks. He ignored her and tried to fake a smirk, which didn't fool Crabbe and Goyle. They both strode over to him as he collapsed on the couch in front of the fireplace and sat down on both sides of him.
"What's wrong?" Crabbe asked, with the stupid look on his face he adopted the second he was born.
"Nothing...." Draco groaned, looking over his shoulder only to see Pansy still talking with the girls even though she knew he was sad.
"Pans, I think Draco's feeling down..." Draco heard Kayla say, nodding towards Draco's direction. Pansy let an aggravated groan escape her lips as she spun around and walked slowly towards Draco. He saw out of the corner of his eye the slouching figure making his way towards him. Draco shooed Crabbe and Goyle off the couch before Pansy causally sat down next to him, putting her right arm around his shoulders and looking into his deep, gray eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked, displaying no emotion.
"Nothing...."
"What is it?"
"It's nothing, believe me," he said, with a pleading tone in his voice.
"Really? What's wrong?"
"I said it's nothing!" Draco yelled, shaking her arm off of him and standing up off the couch. He clutched his fists and walked to the door into the dorms and closed the door behind him. Draco didn't need the aggravation of his girlfriend acting so miserable with him on top of the new tragedy.
But he had no idea that his problems were just starting.
"Draco, I'm very sorry. We just received word today that something has happened," Professor Dumbledore explained, his eyes filled with sorrow, his lips moving slowly. Draco sat across from the desk on a chair, his mind transfixed on the conversation. Professor Dumbledore hesitated a moment before he continued.
"Last night your Mother passed away." Draco was shocked. His breath automatically came in short, his eyes widened but his vision became blurry. Chills ran up and down his spine as dizziness filled his consciosness.
"What?" Draco choked, his eyes filling with tears he was fighting to hold back.
"Well, it was an accident somehow, your father says. She was helping one of the house-elves put away the knives and she slipped, and somehow, the knife reached her throat..."
Draco froze, fear rising in him. He suddenly failed to hold back his tears, and they streamed down his face, This couldn't be happening. His mother was one of the only reasons he was alive. His father would used to beat him for countless reasons, but his mother protected him, often getting hit herself. His parents often got into arguments over how to raise him, often going on long into the time when he was trying to sleep. This must be how he had gotten his mean, crude ways. He managed to keep his cool, something his mother taught him, whenever he was feeling aggravated or angry, but his father taught him the rude actions he often did. But, deep down inside, he knew he was a nice person, but he covered it up with the rough exterior that everyone saw.
"I'm very sorry Draco....I have asked the rest of the teachers if you could miss classes until Christmas vacation. Also, if you would like to go home earlier, I could arrange that. Would you still like to go home?" Dumbledore's face held back no sorrow or pity as he watched Draco silently cry.
"Yes," Draco choked, barely being able to get the words out as his voice trembled. He knew that if he stayed at Hogwarts, he would get a brutal beating once he got home for the summer. "I want to stay here for the holidays." he clutched the armrests of the chair, as he went pale and stood up. He stumbled and staggered towards the door, "Thank you professor."
"I'm very sorry Draco. If there is anything I can do, please feel free to come to me," Draco nodded slightly and dizzily pushed the door open. Professor Snape, who had escorted Draco to Dumbledore's office, was leaning against the wall silently. He stared at Draco as Draco turned his head and wiped his tears.
"Are you okay Draco? I know losing a mother is a very sad thing. I lost mine when I was your age. I hope you feel better." Snape turned, waited for Draco's reply, a nod, then began walking away, obviously pitying the sight of Draco, his Slytherin-most like student on the brink of depression.
"I can't believe this," Draco thought to himself, his mind racing with questions. "Something's wrong, my mother would never help one of our house- elves, she wouldn't do that....She either killed herself or-or father killed...oh Merlin."
Draco managed to drag himself to the Slytherin common room without crying in front of everyone. The room was filled with Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, and some new kids from the Diagon Alley School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which had sadly burned into ashes the week before.
From what he heard, the DASWW was a school that had gotten burned down either by some death eaters or it was an accident. The students were all transferred to different schools, and a good amount was added to Hogwarts.
He didn't know the new students, just a few of their names, like some of the girls that Pansy had introduced him to. They were Kayla, Christina, and Morgan. Morgan had black hair, dark eyes and was very shy. Christina was like her too, except she had red hair and green eyes. But, even she didn't stand out in the crowd. Kayla caught Draco's attention immediately.
She had light brown hair that fell about three inches below her shoulders with blonde highlights. Her eyes were a warm, welcoming blue that seemed to go on forever. You could easily see the emotion in her eyes, and it was usually the happy, joyful girl she seemed to be. Kayla was very outgoing and seemed to act as a mentor to her two friends, and with every passing day, the Slytherins were liking her more and more. But not many people knew her real life and history. Draco was slightly curious, but he didn't show it, at least not with Pansy around, who was the over protective girl friend that would do anything to impress her peers about her boyfriend.
"Hey Draco!" Pansy cried, waving as she stood in the corner with Morgan, Christina and Kayla. She tossed her hair and turned back to the small crowd, completely avoiding Draco's sadden looks. He ignored her and tried to fake a smirk, which didn't fool Crabbe and Goyle. They both strode over to him as he collapsed on the couch in front of the fireplace and sat down on both sides of him.
"What's wrong?" Crabbe asked, with the stupid look on his face he adopted the second he was born.
"Nothing...." Draco groaned, looking over his shoulder only to see Pansy still talking with the girls even though she knew he was sad.
"Pans, I think Draco's feeling down..." Draco heard Kayla say, nodding towards Draco's direction. Pansy let an aggravated groan escape her lips as she spun around and walked slowly towards Draco. He saw out of the corner of his eye the slouching figure making his way towards him. Draco shooed Crabbe and Goyle off the couch before Pansy causally sat down next to him, putting her right arm around his shoulders and looking into his deep, gray eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked, displaying no emotion.
"Nothing...."
"What is it?"
"It's nothing, believe me," he said, with a pleading tone in his voice.
"Really? What's wrong?"
"I said it's nothing!" Draco yelled, shaking her arm off of him and standing up off the couch. He clutched his fists and walked to the door into the dorms and closed the door behind him. Draco didn't need the aggravation of his girlfriend acting so miserable with him on top of the new tragedy.
But he had no idea that his problems were just starting.