I wish the shadows would hide me.
When others wish to be in the spotlight I wish to be in the belchers. Unseen and unknown. But that can never happen, you see I am the son of Draco Malfoy.
I am bullied by nearly all, mostly the Weaslys. I see humans, but no humanity. Their fists feel like weapons pounding out my dreams of becoming an Aurar. But that could never come true, they would never take a Malfoy .
Even worse are Potters, or at least the few I know, haven't forgotten or forgiven the Battle Of Hogwarts. For the three years I have been a Slytherin I have been tormented. The one friend I did have left after he found out my last name. I can never understand other people.
The teachers aren't that much better.
In the beginning of third year an event was held for survivors to tell the story of the Battle of Hogwarts. The whole time I feared what the other kids would do to me. That's when it got worse. Evil Malfoy. Ferret. Coward. Where just a few of the names I was labeled.
It seemed every day James Potter and his gang came up with a new method of torture to use on me. I was their pet project. At least once a day I wish I could through the towel in, it would be easier than putting up a fight. I stay out of trouble, I do my best. What more do they expect. Though they can only see through their own eyes.
I wish the shadows would hide me.