You never used to hurt me. You never used to tear me apart. You used to
love me, caress me, care for me. How is it that now I am not your son
anymore? How come I must keep up with your beatings that only make me hate
you even more, even though I dearly love you? You stood over me, and
corrected my ways, with careful words and taught me well. You never slapped
my face, that pitiful whimper of mine, escaping from my lips, only enraging
you more? I sit on my bed, waiting the day when you will apologize for your
words and cruel ways. I wait for you to smile at me warmly, like you used
to do. Only, why did you used to hurt me anyway? Why did you think me
perfect, and then discard me like I was a useless rag to you? I worked so
hard, so hard to please you.
I used to come home from a hard year at Hogwarts, waiting for my exam grades, only to find you are not satisfied. I used to think I was the perfect heir. Now, I know that I am nothing. Blown away, beaten to oblivion. I used to think you perfect and worship the ground you walked. I wanted to be just like you. Now, I just want to die. Die with you, six feet under the ground, in that great oak coffin of yours that we specially chose for you. Because we are rich. We have power. We had everything. But I had nothing. I used to have you. Mother doesn't care. She couldn't care less. But you cared. Didn't you?
Then how come you burned my hand, making me stand there, and watch my pain? How come, when I was hurt and felt like crying, you slapped me and said that Malfoys do not cry? How come.
I loved you so much. But now you have broken your trust with me. I will never be able to forgive you for your horrid ways. I will never forget the day you used the unforgivable curse, watching me pry my own skin off, to pry off the agony and grief you caused me. You laughed at me and called me imperfect. Then why is it that you still haunt my dreams and tell me I am? Haunt me, even though I killed you four years ago? Only.I think I killed you.because you are still here with me. I feel your breath against my skin. I feel your cold. I feel you. And it isn't pleasant father. No.I despised you.
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I used to come home from a hard year at Hogwarts, waiting for my exam grades, only to find you are not satisfied. I used to think I was the perfect heir. Now, I know that I am nothing. Blown away, beaten to oblivion. I used to think you perfect and worship the ground you walked. I wanted to be just like you. Now, I just want to die. Die with you, six feet under the ground, in that great oak coffin of yours that we specially chose for you. Because we are rich. We have power. We had everything. But I had nothing. I used to have you. Mother doesn't care. She couldn't care less. But you cared. Didn't you?
Then how come you burned my hand, making me stand there, and watch my pain? How come, when I was hurt and felt like crying, you slapped me and said that Malfoys do not cry? How come.
I loved you so much. But now you have broken your trust with me. I will never be able to forgive you for your horrid ways. I will never forget the day you used the unforgivable curse, watching me pry my own skin off, to pry off the agony and grief you caused me. You laughed at me and called me imperfect. Then why is it that you still haunt my dreams and tell me I am? Haunt me, even though I killed you four years ago? Only.I think I killed you.because you are still here with me. I feel your breath against my skin. I feel your cold. I feel you. And it isn't pleasant father. No.I despised you.
More to come please be back for more chapters.