Hello, this is a songfic based on the very old song by Metallica called the Unforgiven. Its on the self titled album, commonly nicknamed The Black Album. It took me a long time to write, and I hope you like it. Also, I decided to write this as a series of diary entries throughout his life. I thought that that was the best way to describe what he has felt.
Disclaimer: if I owned this song, do you think I would be writing about it on the Internet? Honestly people are so thick sometimes! Also, I don't own the Harry Potter series but I am saving up to buy Draco.
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New blood joins this earth
And quickly he's subdued
Through constant pain disgrace
The young boy learns their rules
{Age: seven}
Today I tried to give daddy a hug but all he did was slap me and say that he didn't love me. Then I started crying but he slapped me again and told me that Malfoy's don't cry, and that crying is for the weak.With time the child draws in
This whipping boy done wrong
Deprived of all his thoughts
The young man struggles on and on he's known
A vow unto his own
That never from this day
His will they'll take away
{Age: sixteen}
At the age of sixteen, I will finally become a deatheater and do what Father wishes. I don't want to become a deatheater, I want to fight against Voldemort. Tonight is the initiation ceremony and if I don't join I will be killed. I am supposed to kill a mudblood at the ceremony to prove my worth. I don't know exactly what that proves, but I will have to do it anyway.What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never be
Never see
Won't see what might have been
What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub thee unforgiven
They dedicate their lives
To running all of his
He tries to please them all
This bitter man he is
I do not make any decisions. Father tells me what to do and I cannot do anything by myself. He doesn't trust me, I know it. And its not just father running my life, its Voldemort, Mother, fudge, and all of the deatheaters that count. I hate it and hope Dumbledore will kill them all so I don't have to put up with him.
Throughout his life the same
He's battled constantly
This fight he cannot win
A tired man they see no longer cares
The old man then prepares
To die regretfully
That old man here is me
You labeled me
I'll label you
So I dub thee unforgiven