A/N: I have had this idea in my head for a while now, and I wanted to get it out before I forgot
Chapter 1
"He's dead! I can do whatever I want now! It is my life and I will take control of it!" I yelled angrily at my mother.
"Now Draco, you're only in your fourth year! How will you manage to do that if you are at school?" she replied gently. I sneered. "You mean about my "friends''? mother?" I said scornfully. "And get it right, I'm in my fifth year now." It was true; it was summer vacation, and technically I was in my fourth year when I was really in fifth.
I already had my robes and books for this year, not that I gave a damn over it. Stupid Potter, Weaselby and Mudblood Granger would be going to Hogwarts as well.
"I am sorry to hear about your friends, Draco, but that does not give you any reason to disrespect me."
"So sorry mother, I thought you were going to give me a boring speech. Guess I've found one!" I retorted angrily, turning and walking away.
"Draco!" my mother shouted from behind me. I ignored her, going up the staircase and slamming the door to my room behind me.
Now Voldemort is gone, I can do whatever I want, but my stupid mother doesn't seem to understand. No one understands.
Because I'm different from everyone. Everyone shuns me just because my father was a Deatheater. Well, sorry for being his son! Angrily, I glared at my plain emerald green walls, fuming.
My mother didn't come up to knock on my door as she usually did, and for that I was mildly happy.
A while later, a small knock at my door signalled another lecture from my stupid, filthy father.
"Screw off." I snarled at the closed door, and from behind it I heard my father's silence.
"Draco Malfoy, come out here, NOW." the smooth purr of his voice disgusted me.
"Blast down the damned door then, because I especially don't want to see you." More silence. "What's wrong." he asked finally.
"Like you give a bloody damn what I feel."
"How do you know I don't?"
"Hmm, let me count the ways..." he cut me off. "Fine, I don't care about how you feel." he spat angrily through the door. A second later the door slammed open, and my father stormed in, a blood craze in his eyes.
I was up in two seconds flat, my wand drawn, throwing curses at my own Deatheater father that should be dead along with Voldemort.
"Expelliarmus!" I screamed, launching the spell at him. he couldn't react in time, and his wand went flying out of his hand and into the hallway.
"Stupify!" I half yelled when he turned away. The green bolt of magic hit my father square in the back, and he tumbled forward, unconscious.
I was more than pissed off now. My own bloody father tried to kill me! I turned around, snarling to myself. Muttering a quick spell to pack everything I would need for school this year, I grabbed my broom and left.
"Draco! Where are you going?" my mother half sobbed after me.
I turned.
"Far away from you and this hellhole." I sneered.
A/N: I was running out of ideas for this and I promise this is going to evolve into something better.
Cullen
