Disclaimer: Own nothing… zilch…. JK Rowling is to blame for ideas
A/N: If you do not recognize the song, then I guess I should tell it to you first… it is Runaway by Linkin Park. This song reminded me much of my babe Draco so I had to write it into words.
Graffiti decorations
Under a sky of dust
A constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me
I learned were never true…
The Death Eater's Child
There it rises… one hundred feet in the air… a familiar and terrifying symbol glowing bright green with hate ignites the dark sky with fury. People scream… children cry… fathers gather their families to flee… mothers are hysterical…
All because of the bright green symbol of Death which now possesses their minds - written on the black canvas God gave to all men. The Dark Mark stares them all in the face.
Voldemort has returned. He is showing everyone his evil face and revealing his presence to the once skeptical. It's not the first time the Dark Mark had been cast. Once at the World Cup it had been reintroduced to the world by His most faithful follower; but that was just a prelude of what is to come. The Mark has returned to the sky, becoming every living soul's nightmare.
Voldemort returns.
In the midst of all the panic and the screaming, I stand directly under the smirking illuminated skull. He had cast that; my father did. My father has become the tool of which all men despise. The Dark Mark lays laughing at the sight of the old fear which it has not tasted in over a decade, because of him. He told me it was the best choice. Power breathes at the side of Lord Voldemort. The Dark Lord on your side is like having no enemies, for no one could match up to your power. You rule all!
I cannot return back to school. I am now training to be one of Voldemort's followers - a Death Eater. I can no longer return home, for the ministry will be looking for us Malfoys there. The ministry has all ready seized my mother, however word has it she refuses to talk. I now have a home at which the Dark Lord dwells.
I hate my father! I do not wish for this anymore! I have grown up. I can find other ways now at becoming powerful. Killing the mudbloods is not the answer. There are other methods to overpower the Wizarding world with Pure Bloods. Voldemort will just have us killed.
My bastard of a father had lied to me. Power does not breathe at Lord Voldemort's side - it suffocates. The Dark Lord absorbs every living energy vibe he can seize, and then kills the one he stole it from. I saw him do it. Crabbe's father died because of this. I do not want my father to be next. Come on, father! Please, just turn back. Do not force me to be dragged with you! Let me live a normal life. I deserve to sleep without the nightmares. I deserve to live without looking over my shoulder in paranoia all my life!
The name Malfoy has been said with a great deal of respect for centuries. Now it is said with utter distaste. I am an outcast. I am a Death Eater's child. My father has expectations of me becoming a murderer. That's Voldemort's job. I'm only sixteen. I'm too young to have blood on my hands. I want it to be over.
The skull in the sky is laughing at me. I stop staring, and glance around the Wizarding Village at the panicking families, trying to herd their children to safety. One little girl is alone crying on her porch, calling for her mother. A dog barks in the distance. A woman is crying over a bundle in her arms.
I hate you, father, for lying to me. This isn't power. This is hell.
Now I find myself in question
[They point the finger at me again]
Guilty by association
[You point the finger at me again]
I look around for my father. He is no where to be seen. All I can see is the chaos that is being reflected from the green glow. I need to find away out of here before my father returns. Where can I go? I'm safe nowhere. My father is an adherent to the evilest man alive - if you can call him a man. Where ever I go, I will be recognized and I will be seized; either by Voldemort or the Ministry.
My father had wishes of me becoming just as successful as he was. He ruined that dream when he had that mark burned into his brain and arm. I'm to have that burned into me soon, if I can't find a way out. I won't let it take over my mind. I won't sacrifice my own soul to the devil. I just won't!
I hate you, father, for making me guilty of a person like you as my father. You aren't a father… you are the devil's advocate, and I just happen to carry your last name.
Paper bags and angry voices
Under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension
Has more then filled me up
All my talk of taking action
These words were never true
I start to run. I don't know where I'm headed. I just need to get out of here. Away from this God forsaken place.
I head for the woods. I might be able to lose my father there.
How could I have ever wanted this? They are ready to kill a whole village as the Dark Lord's welcome-the-hell-home present.
"Crucio!" The words rang out of no where. I hit the ground hard and cover my head with my arms.
A painful scream pierced the night air. More screams followed. I hurry and crawl to the nearest tree and peek at what is going on.
The rest of the Death Eaters have arrived, dressed in black hoods and wands out. A woman lay screaming and twitching on the ground… her little girl on the porch cries harder. "Mommy! No, Mommy!"
I hear the Death Eaters laugh as they turn towards the little girl. My stomach churns.
"Get the hell out of there," I growl between clenched teeth. "Run!"
Of course the child does not hear me, but she stares at two men dressed in the black hoods walk towards her, wands twirling in their fingers.
I can't watch this…
I get to my feet and run as fast as I can… the new screams of the little girl ripping through the forest behind me makes me run faster. I am being chased by it.
See what daddy's done, now? The scream echoed in my mind. He'll be after you. Run, run as fast as you can… for he will catch you, you coward.
I am a coward. I am running when I could be back there saving the life of that little girl. But I don't want to be killed. If I start talk of rebellion, they wouldn't kill me quick and neatly with the Avada Kadavra… no that would be too kind. They would torture me first and have my limbs melted off one by one… like they were doing to the muggle-borns back there.
I run harder and I don't stop.
Everything that I had said before; the talk of taking action and ridding the world of the filthy mudbloods, the rants of rebellion against Dumbledore to get him thrown out of position of Headmaster, the dreams of becoming Voldemort's most keen servant… these are all lies. I don't want to kill anybody anymore. I need help, but who would help the child of a Death Eater?
I hate you, father, for everything you are, and everything you have made me out to be.
I wanna runaway
Never say good-bye
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
My father had poisoned my mind. He is with me at every turn. His voice rings in my ears. You are a coward! You're a disgrace! You won't amount to anything, and when I find you I'll personally kill you!
I am running away, but why are my father's lies still haunting me? I can't be a coward… I'm a Malfoy! We Malfoys stand and fight… but not I, said the son. For I could never fight for what YOU believe in. I am leaving. No regrets or good-byes. I have no idea where I am going. I head deeper into the woods and wish I knew how to disapparate. What made you become so evil, father? Were you always like this, even when you were my age? Did you always know you would turn out to be the right-hand man to the Dark Lord? Don't you know that I don't want to be like you? I HATE YOU! Why don't you know this? I scream it in my mind every second of each minute of each day to you… can't you hear me? I SAID I HATE YOU! Leave me alone! I'm leaving now. I'm finding something better. Anything would be better then this.
People don't understand my pain. I'm Mr. Rich-boy with a powerful family who could get away with murder… well, not any more. I'm leaving with no money in my robes and leaving behind a family who murders and is wanted.
That's means I must be wanted too.
Somehow another scream penetrates my skull again. Women and children are crying. I dare a look behind me and can scarcely see the outline of fire and smoke. I know it wasn't houses they were burning…
I run faster, to the point where my lungs are about to explode. I can't breathe, but I keep running.
After a half hour at bone breaking speed, I collapse in a heap in a small, open field. I try to catch my breath but it is hard with all the ghost screams still echoing in my skull. They are bouncing from wall to wall, bone to bone, allowing me to hear nothing but the torture my father has caused.
I shut my eyes and pretend to disappear.
I want to be at Hogwarts again, I say hard into the screams. My breath does not catch up with me causing my head to whirl, threatening to send my in the pits of unconsciousness. Dumbledore would understand. Snape was once a Death Eater, my father had told me. If Dumbledore could forgive a man accused of once following willing the Dark Lord, then certainly he would forgive me who was dragged by force.
Hogwarts.
Dumbledore.
Harry Potter…
Suddenly I feel myself whirl. Nausea and darkness engulfs me. I almost retch.
I'm dying. This must be dying. I was finally killed by the threat that had been with me since I was borne to the Malfoy family. Evil has won over me. Nobody will ever know that it wasn't my fault…
My body is slammed hard into the ground again, knocking what little air I had out of my lungs. I struggle to breathe, and as I do, I slowly lift my head. I stop trying to breathe…
I am outside Hogwarts Gates.
Gonna Runaway…
A/N: How was that? Do you want more? I can scrounge up something… but it's your choice. Should I continue?