Title: And Caged Birds Sing Rating: PG Author: CurlyTwirl Disclaimer: I don't own linkin park or the lyrics, or harry potter and you know the rest, don't sue. A/N- Songfic, lotsa angst, pre-slash ..I hope you like it, took me long enough to get this outta my head and into words. Feedback is appreciated and definitely welcomed! Thanks for reading..oh and read the lyrics too they have a lot of bearing on the story.

NOTE*****This was previously known as 'Runaway' I've decided to add more chapters..





And Caged Birds Sing

Chapter 1: Runaway



Graffiti decorations

Under the sky of dust

A constant wave of tension

On top of broken trust

'Draco, do you understand" Lucius Malfoy spit out as continued his pacing in front of a rather bored Draco. "Of course, one would have to be quite dim-witted not to pick up on your constant preaching." Draco replied sharply while playing with a stray thread from his robe. Lucius made his way across his study and picked his son up by the throat. "You listen to me boy; the Dark Lord is rising and almost back to his full strength. As your father I am looking out for your best interest. At the moment the best interest of yourself and this family is to join the dark forces. It is not a question of if your will join, but when. And when you do you will do so with honor and pride." Draco diverted his eyes while making no effort to release himself from his father's tight grasp. "Now I'm asking you again, do you understand?" "Yes father" Draco mumbled his voice strained and weak. "What was that?" Lucius asked while tightening his hold. "Yes.father" Draco replied more clearly this time with much effort spitting the word father out with hate. Lucius quickly released his grasp, leaving Draco to fall on the cold stone floor of the study. "There's my boy." Lucius said, he voice quickly changing tones to a much more pleasant one. " Oh and Draco, this year at Hogwarts, do try to not disgrace the family name once more by letting a Mudblood score higher then you in..how many was it..ah yes, every single subject." With that Lucius left the room leaving Draco to his thoughts.

The lessons that you taught me

I learned were never true Now I find myself in question

FLASHBACK A four year old silver eyed boy looked admirably up at his at father as he stood in a large stone room, the walls lined with shelves of books full of dark spells. If he was a good boy then his father would teach them all to him some day as promised. "You see Draco, your blood is untainted, you are pure and a true wizard. Not like these Mudblood who have polluted our world. Because of your purity, you are great, and because of the Mudbloods corruptions, they are different. It is your duty to eliminate these filthy people before they distort the entire wizarding world. One day you will join the ranks of the powerful and serve our great Lord. Would you like that son?" "Yes father, very much so. " Draco responded in his small voice to the man on the other end of the table. "Father?" "Yes?" "Doesn't it hurt the Muggles and mudbloods when you kill them?" Asked the curious child "Let me put it this way, muggles are almost like animals. Just like we kill animals and eat them as food. That is because it is natural and we need to eat in order to survive, in the same way, we kill muggles and mudbloods to continue to survive in an untainted world." "Oh."

END OF FLASHBACK

They point the finger at me again

Guilty by association

You point the finger at me again

Christmas vacation was the same as it was every year for Draco. Now that he was back at Hogwarts things weren't much better. Apparently someone had snuck out of bed last night and stolen a dark arts book from the restricted area. Of course he was the first suspect on Mcgonagal's list. She had pulled him from Potions and they were currently sitting in her office.

"Mister Malfoy, do you understand why you are here?" Questioned the tight lipped witch while watching him carefully. "Yes 'mam someone took books with dark spells in them, and automatically assume it was me" Replied Draco disinterestedly. "You understand, we are questioning everyone" "Yes, it's a sheer coincidence my name appeared first on your list of students, because M does come first in the alphabet." He said sarcasm clear in his voice. "Lets cut to the chase Mister Malfoy; do you have the books?" "No." Draco honestly replied. Why would he need an out of date dark arts books from the school library when his father had a collection of them at his disposal at home. "Listen Mister Malfoy, I don't expect you to confess, but just so you know I'll be watching you, as will many professors, and the first step out of line you take, you will be out of here. There is a war coming and we'd all feel happier teaching children who are going to use what they learn to defend the side of good." "I'll keep that in mind next time I steal candy from small children and kick puppies. If there isn't anything else, I'll be on my merry way." Draco replied nonchalantly, leaving a wide-eyed head of Gryffindor rather disgruntled.

I wanna run away

Never say goodbye

I wanna know the truth

Instead of wondering why

I wanna know the answers

No more lies

I wanna shut the door

And open up my mind

It's not a pleasant feeling to have half the school afraid to approach you and the other half despise you to the point where the look in there eyes whenever they see you is enough to make your stomach do flip flops. Sometimes Draco wished he could feel hate towards them, but the only hate he felt was towards himself. How weak someone must be to be their father's own personal puppet. A mindless drown to afraid to say no. But feeling hate was better then feeling nothing at all, which was what he felt like sometimes. Just hallow and empty. Like a shell of a hardened little boy who just wanted reassurance. Sure he got anything he wanted as a child. But true things like hugs and kisses, or just a warm smile were priceless, even Weasley could afford those. Those things are what everyone really needs, just someone's smile, or warm embrace. He just wanted to let it all go sometimes, just get away from everything and everyone, including himself.

Paper bags and angry voices

Under a sky of dust

Another wave of tension

Has more than filled me up

Summer vacation consisted of studying in his room and listening to rants from his father. One night in particular Draco was feeling a bit rebellious however and decided to state his opinion. It was the typical family dinner that happened every once in a blue moon. His father was seated at the end of the long oak wood table, while his mother sat to his left and Draco sat to his right. Lucius was finishing a rather boring rant about responsibly and tradition. "It is our goal as Malfoy's to carry out the will of our ancestors." Lucuis finished while chewing on a rather large piece of steak. "What if we don't want to?" Draco inquired as his mother dropped her fork in surprise and his father gave him a rather repugnant look. "Want has nothing to do with life Draco. If you knew that you wouldn't be such a rotten spoiled brat, not to mention disgrace," Lucius bellowed while his nostrils flared. Yes that was what he was, a disgrace, a reject, something no one wanted and no one needed. "Maybe I won't become a servant like you, maybe I want my own life!" Draco shouted back before storming out of the room.

All my talk of taking action

These words were never true

The burning of the tattoo on his arm sent blinding pain throughout his entire body. But not to worry this would all be over soon and everyone would clap as the newest member of the Death Eaters was initiated. Maybe he wasn't as strong as he thought he was. He had caved into his father and now he would forever be scared with not only this tattoo but that memory of giving up on himself and his future.

I'm gonna run away, and never say goodbye

Gonna run away

I'm gonna run away and never wonder why

Gonna run away

I'm gonna run away and open up my mind

Gonna run away

Just weeks before the new school year Draco and Lucius were to meet with Lord Voldemort and other top followers to discuss the plot to kill none other then everyone's favorite hero, Harry Potter. Ah yes Potter, how he'd love to show him, in the end power does prevail.but is that what he really had, power? No more like the opposite. It was almost as if killing Potter would prove him right, in the very beginning Potter had said he was the wrong type.and here he was plotting the deaths of innocent people. This isn't right this is murder, no it's worse, this is evil, this is hate. I am serving a Lord that is the reason my father never tucked me into bed as a child, never kissed or hugged, never knew me. Something just didn't sit right with Draco, something. "We are leaving." Lucius commanded as he prepared to apparate to the site of the meeting. "No, not this time." Draco replied, and before Lucius had a chance to reply Draco was gone.

I wanna run away and open up my mind

TBC

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