Hey guys! I know this chapter is short, but this is my first fanfic, so go easy on me. :) Obviously, I do not own Harry Potter, and I do not make any money for writing this.
1. The Beginning of the End
In the eyes of Draco Malfoy, I was not a person, but a piece of property. Muggleborns were blamed for the war, and the Ministry saw it fit that we would be punished. Every Muggleborn witch or wizard was given to a Pureblood as a personal slave. Draco Malfoy claimed me. This was the first day of the rest of my life as a slave.
We had just gotten to Malfoy Manor. Draco looked me up and down and asked with his usual smirk, "How does it feel to be my slave?"
I answered honestly, "Terrible." I had already accepted my fate.
Draco sneered and stated, "I always knew that somehow this is how you would end up. You're finally being treated as the Mudblood you are."
I said nothing, knowing that he was only trying to provoke me. It's not that I didn't want to make a comeback, but I knew it would be better if I didn't. Draco was still waiting for my reply, and when he noticed that I wasn't going to say anything he yelled, "Speak when spoken to! I expect you to listen to me Mudblood!"
Still, I said nothing. There was nothing to say. Draco towered over me at his 6'1 frame to my 5'4 frame. He grabbed my shoulders and said sternly, "I'm going to make your life Hell. I will hurt you in every way possible. Don't think for one minute that I won't." With that he lifted me with ease and threw me on the floor.
My head hit the wooden floor and started throbbing. My vision blurred. Draco came over and kicked my ribs. He yelled, "Get up!" With that he kicked me again in the stomach. I tried to stand up only to fall down again. He kicked my stomach. He yelled, "Get up you stupid bitch!" With one more final kick to my ribs, I blacked out.