Disclaimer: these characters aren't mine they belong to j.k Rowling
Draco's
pov.
People think of me as lucius'
son, the future death eater.
They don't know me, for once I just wish someone could see the real me even if it's Harry potter. They also think of me as the arrogant pure blood. The truth is I'm not prejudice, I don't think I'm better than anyone else everyone has the same blood in the end.
A
16-year-old Draco Malfoy shut his notebook.
I could hear screaming
again. Those screams of pure pain and terror ripped my soul in half,
he was doing it again!
" stop screaming Narssica, you lied to
the dark lord, he ordered me to punish you!"
" lucius what
happened to you, your not the man I married. You're a monster a
blood thirsty monster."
I heard a bang, and then a door closed.
Silence.
Hermoine's pov.
"
Hermione wake up!" shouted my mother, outside of my bedroom
door.
"You have a owl."
I slowly rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Slowly I got up from my bed and want to open the door. When I opened the door my mum was wearing some make-up and her best clothes.
"Mum
why are you wearing your best clothes, is dad coming back from his
business trip early? I asked
"Oh no he isn't but I'm going
to dinner with a few friends." my mother replied.
I slowly
crept down the stairs to the kitchen without knowing I was creping
down.
My heart leapt as she saw, the familiar twittering
fluff-ball called, pig.
I softly tiptoed to the table and gently
retrieved the letter off the owl. Slowly, I opened the seal and
started to read it.
Dear
Hermione,
I'm really sorry but you can't come this year to the
burrow. This is because lav and me got back together, I apologised to
her by letter and she said she missed me so I invited her to come
stay I'm so sorry. So I guess ill see you on the Hogwarts express.
Love your friend Ron xDraco's
pov.
The
trip down the stairs seemed to last a lifetime to me. My heart leapt
as I say what was lying at the bottom of the stairs. A limp body. The
body of my dear, loving, beloved mother. Instantly before anything
registered in my mind I felt those unfamiliar warm salty tears
cascading down my cheeks.
What had he done to my mother? The
only human to have known the real me. Her silky blond hair hung over
her angelic but bruised face.
Strangely this pain felt more than
any other pain I felt in my whole life, even the crucio curse. This
was the woman who carried me for nine months, gave birth to me,
loved, cared and looked after me. What was I going to do?
Whoosh. An owl swooped through an empty window. It was the school owl.
Dear
mr Malfoy,
you have been selected to be this years head boy
congratulations. As you are the head boy you are required to be at
school in 2 days
Thank you.
Yours faithfully
Albus dumbledore
head teacher.Hermione's
pov.
I had
to read the letter again I couldn't believe my eyes. I Hermione
granger am the head girl! I'm going to have to tell mum. When I got
to the kitchen she wasn't there but there was a note on the
table.
Hermione
gone to dinner be back soon, left you some money to get some new
clothes love mum xx
I looked at the clock and it read 11 am and I collected the £50 she had left me. I went into the garden and then locked the door behind me. I took a steady walk up to the bus stop so I could get to the white rose shopping centre. The bus came in a bout five minuets, I paid and sat down. The trip didn't to long about ten minuets.finnaly I was at the white rose. The first place I went was primark, I love that shop!
I got back home at about five past three. As I got in I put my bags down near the stairs and I went to see if my mum was in yet. I stopped. I could hear laugher. This laughter was coming from inside my mum's room, what was she doing?
