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A/N By the way, this is my first ever HP fanfic, so please be nice!! If you have any questions or comments (or helpful hints) then check out my bio and email me!! Now read! ( ~b-t-b~
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Draco Malfoy lay in bed. There was nothing else he could think of. It was not as if he had any real friends or family to talk to. His so called family treated him like dirt, his two "friends" were there to keep an eye on him for his parents. The people who he wanted to be friends with hated him, and the girl he loved he was forced to call "mud blood" at least once a week. Great life, huh.
Draco stared at the cob-web covered ceiling of his closet sized room. He snorted. And Harry Potter thought that he had it bad.
"Oy, BOY!" shouted a voice.
Draco quickly got up and wiped away a tear. That was always how it was. Never "son" or "Draco" or any endearment. Just "boy". The only person who cared about him was Professor Snape. Snape was the one Draco confided in him when on his first restless night in Hogwarts was found wondering the school at midnight. That is way Professor Snape so called "favoured" Draco. That wasn't the case. He just knew what he was going through, and was sworn to secrecy. After all, Snape went through the same thing in his own childhood, and knew it was Draco's choice if he wanted to tell some one of his abuse.
Draco was nervous that his father had come to the servant's quarters where he lived. Normally it was for a beating or to notify him of a killing his father had done. It seemed to delight them in making Draco miserable in thinking of those poor innocent souls.
"Yes Father" Draco said anxiously as he stood before them in the lounge room of the servant's quarters.
There was an ominous silence.
"What did we say about that, boy?" a quiet voice filled the room.
Draco's heart sank. He forgot in his nervousness not to call his father that! "oh, sorry... sir" he mumbled.
"Dear, dear, dear me, boy. Have you not learnt your lesson from last time?" Lucius said menacingly as he stepped forward uncoiling a whip. "Take off your shirt!" he barked.
Draco backed slowly. "b-but sir..!"
His words were cut short as his father ripped off Draco's shirt revealing scars on his back, and pushed him face first into the floor.
"For that..." he hissed, "there will be double."
Draco screamed in pain as the blows rained down, before blacking out.
A/N. Ok, I know that was very morbid, but this idea just popped into my head. Please please please review!! ~b-t-b~
A/N By the way, this is my first ever HP fanfic, so please be nice!! If you have any questions or comments (or helpful hints) then check out my bio and email me!! Now read! ( ~b-t-b~
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Draco Malfoy lay in bed. There was nothing else he could think of. It was not as if he had any real friends or family to talk to. His so called family treated him like dirt, his two "friends" were there to keep an eye on him for his parents. The people who he wanted to be friends with hated him, and the girl he loved he was forced to call "mud blood" at least once a week. Great life, huh.
Draco stared at the cob-web covered ceiling of his closet sized room. He snorted. And Harry Potter thought that he had it bad.
"Oy, BOY!" shouted a voice.
Draco quickly got up and wiped away a tear. That was always how it was. Never "son" or "Draco" or any endearment. Just "boy". The only person who cared about him was Professor Snape. Snape was the one Draco confided in him when on his first restless night in Hogwarts was found wondering the school at midnight. That is way Professor Snape so called "favoured" Draco. That wasn't the case. He just knew what he was going through, and was sworn to secrecy. After all, Snape went through the same thing in his own childhood, and knew it was Draco's choice if he wanted to tell some one of his abuse.
Draco was nervous that his father had come to the servant's quarters where he lived. Normally it was for a beating or to notify him of a killing his father had done. It seemed to delight them in making Draco miserable in thinking of those poor innocent souls.
"Yes Father" Draco said anxiously as he stood before them in the lounge room of the servant's quarters.
There was an ominous silence.
"What did we say about that, boy?" a quiet voice filled the room.
Draco's heart sank. He forgot in his nervousness not to call his father that! "oh, sorry... sir" he mumbled.
"Dear, dear, dear me, boy. Have you not learnt your lesson from last time?" Lucius said menacingly as he stepped forward uncoiling a whip. "Take off your shirt!" he barked.
Draco backed slowly. "b-but sir..!"
His words were cut short as his father ripped off Draco's shirt revealing scars on his back, and pushed him face first into the floor.
"For that..." he hissed, "there will be double."
Draco screamed in pain as the blows rained down, before blacking out.
A/N. Ok, I know that was very morbid, but this idea just popped into my head. Please please please review!! ~b-t-b~