When I turned seven, my father decided that any kindness in my heart needed to be erased.
My family was, and remains a traditional pureblood family, a family set in its unfair, discriminatory ways. A family that I was brought up to believe was the greatest, and strongest, family in Britain. My father decided that as I had turned seven it was about time for me to learn the ways of the Malfoys, starting with how he believed house elves should be treated. Up until that point I was allowed to talk to the house elves, even make them play with me; most likely because I was an only child and my mother felt sorry for me. On my seventh birthday my father forced me to punish one of the elves because the dinner wasn't cooked to the highest standard. I'm not proud of it, but at that age you do what your father tells you. I cried myself to sleep that night and no one came to comfort me, that was however, unfortunately just the beginning.
I was forced to be cruel and unkind, if I refused it was me that took the beating. That was what my childhood became, punishing innocent creatures and being punished if I was ever brave enough to be kind. People wonder why I ended up the way I am, I'd bet 100 Galleons that, that was one of the biggest reasons.
When I turned eleven, I got my Hogwarts letter, at that point everything got worst. I went to Hogwarts were I did the only thing I knew how to, and that was to be horrid and cruel to people that didn't deserve it. I did my school work, tormented Gryffindor's and plotted with my house mates. Then I got home for summer break; my father was furious. There was a Muggleborn girl who beat me, a pure blood, at basically everything, and she along with one of the Weasley boys and the boy that had destroyed the man my father had once served, Harry Potter had saved the school. I, on the other hand, had done nothing of any significance. I was a 'disgrace' according to my father; for that I was punished and even my poor mother could do nothing to stop it, because I deserved it. It caused me to become even crueller, and have a stronger hatred of the three star pupils of Hogwarts.
That trend continued throughout my school life, them saving the school and the world and me being punished for it. I hated them.
When I was in my sixth year at Hogwarts I was chosen to kill Professor Dumbledore. It was my duty, my chance to shine… I couldn't do it, unfortunately that didn't matter because Snape stepped up. Did that mean I had a little, light left in my black heart? Maybe. Needless to say my father was more than help to make me understand that I was a weak child, how basically wasn't man enough to do anything to please the Dark Lord. I was a disgrace, who had brought shame on my family.
I hated what I had become, a hopeless mess, who had no future. Being a death eater, was literally going to be the death of me, because as much as I don't like the Boy Who Lived, I had no doubt that he and his two companions would kill my Master; a master that I didn't what, a dark lord that I didn't want to support. When the three of them were caught and dragged into Malfoy Manor I wanted to scream, they weren't meant to be here, they were meant to be saving the world, like they had been doing for the past six years. I tried to bluff, tried to make it seem like I wasn't sure that it was in fact Harry, Ron, and Hermione. My sweet, aunt however didn't believe it and when she found the sword everything went to shit.
Taking them to the dungeon was one of the most difficult things I had to do, or so I thought, however walking back into that room to she the golden girl, the most talented witch of our age, arching her back in pain as my Aunt Bellatrix tortured her with the Cruciatus Curse, was definitely the worst, and longest few minutes of my entire life. The craving of the word 'Mudblood' into her arm just made everything worst. I was about to do something when Weasley and Potter appeared to save the day.
During the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter saved my sorry accuse of a life, and that's when I decided enough was enough. I abandoned my Master, left him to die like he should have done all those years ago. I walked away, I wanted to start again, to forget all the utter nonsense my father had drilled into me since I could walk and talk. But of course that was never going to happen.
When I was twenty I was sentenced to two years in Azkaban prison, a light sentence, my mother received the same. My father however, was not so lucky being sentenced to spend the rest of his life in prison. I deserved it. No one visited me while a was in prison, accept Hermione, through she only came for information on my life and why I ended up the way I did. I told her everything; I think I even saw a glimpse of sympathy and sadness in her eyes.
When I was twenty-two, my mother and I were released from prison. The next chapter of my live was about to begin, hopefully it would be happier than the last twenty-two years of my life.
A/N- Thank you to neslihan13ismar for telling me that there was somehow codes added to this chapter. I didn't even notice them so thank you.