It was almost dark, thin red and yellow strips of fading sunlight were just bright enough the stars weren't yet visible. Two blocks away from his home in a small park sat Harry Potter, he wasn't ready to go home yet. He knew if he didn't hurry home his uncle would be mad, the bruises on his face and his ribs made him not care. He had, had such a wonderful year. He learned he was a wizard, finally made friends he even faced The Dark Lord Voldemort, who had killed his parents and failed to kill him when he was just a baby. He survived again! It just wasn't fair, as soon as he arrived home with his aunt and uncle they took his wand and his books and locked everything away in his old bedroom under the stairs. He wondered if it would help to write Dumbledore a letter, telling him how things had been since he returned from school. Uncle Vernon was getting more violent everyday, making up his mind he hurried down the street to House number 4. Uncle Vernon was waiting for him, his face already a dangerous shade of scarlet. "Finally decide to come home aye boy?" Uncle Vernon started nastily, Harry knew better then to respond, no matter what he said it wouldn't change the inevitable.
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At that very moment less then a hundred miles away Draco Malfoy was holding ice to his eye, trying to explain what had happened to his mother. He had been talking to Goyle, about the Granger girl. He really couldn't stand the girl, she was a stuck up no it all and a mudblood to boot! But he had admitted she was a pretty girl. If only dad had heard the beginning of their conversation he wouldn't have thrown Goyle out and hit Draco until he bled, screaming about being friendly with those of lesser blood status. His mother, Narcissa, promised she would have a word with his father and sent him to his room.
His room was painted green, since birth he had been expected to be in slytherin. He sat on the ledge of his giant window looking around, the grounds were immaculate, the garden in full bloom. His room was hardly decorated but everything was very nice, solid black oak furniture, his bed was huge. He had few trinkets and books on a small shelf over his bed. Against the wall was his broomstick, at least he could take that to school next year. he heard his door open and the family house elf walked in quietly closing the door behind him "Little Master, is you okay? Dobby heard what happened, let dobby help you?" "Just get me some more ice" Dobby looked at him sadly as he left the room. Moments later draco heard his door open again, "Damn house elf took..." his words died in his throat as his father stepped into the room, he was always an imposing figure, at the moment Draco could feel the fury coming off his father in waves. " You feel mistreated Draco? So much that you had to run and tell your mummy! Your pathetic, you may as well go live with the Weasleys." "but father I..." stuttered Draco, "Hold your tongue boy!" Lucius screamed, he lunged at Draco. The small boy dove out of the way and heard his fathers head crack against the wall. "You're going to regret that." the elder Malfoy said, quietly righting himself and grabbing Draco's throat. "I should have drowned you at birth" he laughed at Draco's bright red face and squeezed tighter making the boy squirm in attempt to free himself. "d d dad, please, p please stop!" Draco managed to spit out. "Begging now? I have failed in raising you, I'll have to produce another heir. You will never be good enough!"
"Little master! you wakes up now please!" Draco's eyes flittered open, why was his head throbbing like that, he remember his dad yelling, choking him, then everything went black, his whole body felt sore.