Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, so please forgive me for my errors. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters.


There I see a man. A man, running. Running from his past. A past full of horror one could only imagine. A past full of bigotry and Pureblood supremacy. A past with wars and much bloodshed.

He is a very lonely man. He never had true friends at school. Even until now, his so-called friends just want to be with him because he has everything they ever wanted: money, fame and power. One would think this man has a perfect life. Sadly, most are wrong. There was only one person who could see through his carefully put façade. That person was Hermione Granger, know-it-all and bookworm extraordinaire. She is gone now, killed during the Wizarding War by the likes of his father.

His father was the epitome of ruthlessness when it came to wealth and power. Any person that would stand in his way shall be eliminated, especially those whom he thinks are inferior to him and his master.

As a child, he looked up to his father. He did everything to please him. Just the slightest mistakes will trigger his father's disappointment at him. For he did not want to be such a disappointing nuisance, he did everything in his power to make his father proud or at least contented in having him as a son. That was until he met her.

He loved her very much even though it was forbidden. Although he kept his feelings hidden from everyone, she figured out his secret. She read him like an open book. It was as if they were close for forever. But their love could never be, no. His parents would have said that she is beneath them, that he deserves someone better, someone equal to them. Her friends would never allow it because in their eyes, he is nothing but the son of a prejudiced murderer.

She was the one person who made him realize that his actions were unnecessary, for nothing could change his father's inference about him. But he realized this too late; he has already made a choice that could-would dictate his life. He chose to become like his father. He became one of them.

He became a Death Eater.

Looking back, he knew that it was because of that decision that had steered him to his life today. His life that is only a shadow of what could have been. His life, that could have been filled with love and happiness, now haunts him because of the sufferings and isolation he brought to
himself.

This is the life of one person named Draco Malfoy. A life that is as lonely as if he were the last autumn leaf, waiting for an excruciatingly long period, to fall into the abyss.