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Draco woke to a start as his dad slapped him and screamed, "Get up!" He sleepily got dressed. Days were always like this after Narcissa was killed by Harry Potter. Who the hell cares if my mom died he thought to himself trying to get his mind off her.
"Good morning Mr. Malfoy," said the always cheery maid. She can always tell if you're in a bad mood. He couldn't help but smile as she clumsily did her chores. Then he headed down stairs to eat. People think that because he's a rich snobby pureblood he has the greatest things, but honestly his dad got everything. Draco only had a room the size of a closet, and his greatest possession was his blade.
When Narcissa was still alive, Draco was treated fairly, but now beatings have become regular and cutting his new favorite hobby. That Potter boy has it so easy. He didn't know it, but Harry was thinking around the same thing…
Harry slammed his door after another screaming from Uncle Vernon. He knew he'd get into big trouble from them by walking out like he did, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore he realized with a start. With a sigh he stared at the newly formed scars on his wrist. What he wanted was someone who'd understand him. Ron would just stare and Hermione would only look up a book on depression.
Harry still had the haunting image in his mind of Narcissa being killed by Voldemort. Now everyone thinks he was the murderer. Draco wasn't a person he was especially fond of, but he felt bad for his mother dying. What the hell does he know? At least he has his dad! He's probably at his house now practically in heaven…
Draco was curled up on the floor his whole body bleeding from the cuts and bruises his father just gave him trying to knock out the sound of his father's accusations. "Damn boy are you fucking listening to me?" his father yelled sending the cruciatus curse upon him. He screamed, and his father immediately hit him. To Draco's luck the doorbell rang causing Lucious Malfoy to have to answer to the guest. All he said as he left was clean yourself up.
How can I suffer another month in this hell?
He thought. Just then his father walked in saying Dumbledore was here to see him. Draco put a hiding curse over the cuts and bruises, for if he healed them his father would only cut him more severely."Good afternoon, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said in greeting.
Good afternoon? Yeah right…
"Good afternoon to you too," he replied."You've been an outstanding student, and Hogwarts is choosing the best students to help with their new project. We're starting a summer school for the first years that want a head start on their learning. You would leave tomorrow and stay at the facilities till Christmas break if you choose to leave. Are you interested?" Dumbledore stated.
"Yes if course sir, let me see if it is acceptable with my father." Anything to get out of here. So he left to ask his father. Even if he said no, Draco would leave anyway.
"Fine, but once you get there kill Harry Potter."
Ok this is my first fanfic so be nice! Please r&r!