Ward 49
Chapter One: The Suffering
Two years. Two years is how long it took Harry Potter to destroy the remaining pieces of Voldermorts soul, and rid the world of the darkest wizard of our time. A lot has happened in two years. Two years ago I was attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I was a death eater, and I was climbing the Dark Lords ladder by setting up the events that lead to Hogwarts being, for better words, sacked. I was truly terrified of all that was asked of me, but I did it for my father. My father, while strict, was someone I looked up to my whole life. I respected my father, trusted him, and let him put my future in his hands to do with it as he wished. My childhood was a healthy one; I was spoiled, and able to manipulate my parents into getting what I wanted. My mother was always sending me sweets from home, telling me she was proud, and that I was strong for all that he had done.
I miss my mother.
She was gone now, but I knew she all she did for me was to keep me safe.
I do not miss my father, atleast not what is left of him. He is currently awaiting the Dementors Kiss, he is broken and not the man he once was. He made that choice when he stood beside the Dark Lord opposing Harry Potter, as me and my mother stood in the middle unsure of where to go. She protected me from the killing curse that the Dark Lord directed at me, but if it were not for that curse Harry Potter would not have found a better distraction in order to get the upper hand on the Dark Lord. She had not only saved me, but very well every person opposing the Dark Lord the day it all ended.
He was truly alone in the world now. No friends to talk to and no parents to guide him. His only company was the guilt from his actions he took while he was a death eater, and those memories were eating away at him. He could barely sleep or eat. He felt pressure against his chest all the time, and no matter what potions he took there seemed to be no relief in sight.
Today he made arrangements to start repairing the damage he did. He had been pacing in his study for hours wondering why he would even try to apologize to her. It was for all purposes pointless. She did not even know who she was anymore, what chance did she have of remembering him? She was a victim of one of the worst types of tortures. For weeks she was tortured by Bellatrix into complete madness. Harry Potter did save her, but she left her mind here at Malfoy Manor. It was a shame; she was after all the brightest witch of her time. He really felt that his childhood hate for her came mostly from her academic progress, which was just better than his own. If she had not attended Hogwarts it was very likely he would have been the best at everything, but that was all in the past. She was still a muggle-born, which even now meant a great deal to him. Perhaps magic is not determined by breeding, but by the person themselves. He still disliked muggles, and there was nothing that could change his mind about that.
One of the best things about being a Malfoy was being rich. Being rich allowed Draco this opportunity today. With just the right amount of money he was able to arrange a visit with her so that he could apologize for all the horrible things his aunt did to her while he stood watching, and doing nothing to prevent them. He was hopeful that the visit would relieve some of the pains he was having, remove some of the weight that was baring down on him so much he couldn't breathe anymore. He remembers he screams her cries and her pleas for death.
"Please, Malfoy, it hurts. Please kill me" His response had been "No, mudblood, you deserve this." Not only had he witnessed the torture, he had participated in some of the "fun" to please his aunt. On several occasions he had done things to her that he prayed to Merlin she could never remember.
He looked gravely at the sign. In big letters was written:
Ward 49
Right below in smaller letters, written as a dedication was:
The Janus Thickey Ward for long-term patients suffering from magical damage
AN: Well this idea just came to me for a fanfiction. I feel really strong about this one, and I know with readers support (reviews!) that I can write about it more.