Prologue
I looked around father's mansion. It all seemed so alien to me now. About six months ago father had surprised me with my own mansion. At the time I had thought that it was awesome, but now, after my first year of Hogwarts and near second year I was starting to compare my experiences to those of my classmates. Mine tended to be a lot worse. I felt like I had been shunned and that giving me my own mansion was a way to say kindly, we hate you. For the last few days I had felt the need to confront my father about my living conditions. A few days after moving in I had released my house-elf. I didn't need them. Dobby had always served our family well and he now wished to do something that people could remember him by.
I started towards the front door of the mansion and let myself in. The second I entered a house-elf appeared.
"Do you wish to see your father young master Malfoy?" the elf questioned. I hated the way that the damn things were os loyal. It was what allowed me to insult them at Hogwarts. Anger was a very interesting emotion.
"Yes, I would like to speak to father. Where is he?" I asked. My voice had turned cold at the thought of the house-elf's loyalty but also at the thought of my father.
"He's in his study, Master Malfoy. Allow Kitty to show you the way Master." The house-elf said and started to walk off down the halls expecting me to follow. I ran my hand over my face, I was sick of this. I followed after Kitty slowly who was hurrying to accommodate my pace.
After what seemed like ages of walking we finally go to my fathers study.
"Stay here young Master Malfoy," Kitty said. "Kitty will announce you." Kitty hurried into the study through the door.
I heard some muffled talking and then my fathers raised voice, "Come in Draco," he called. My father's voice always sounded cold, I thought as I entered the room.
"What is it you want Draco? I haven't got the time for this." My father said sounding disinterested.
"Father," I asked quietly. "Why did you and Mother give me a house of my own? Is it because you hate me?"
My father looked at me
"We love you son," my father said dryly. "We just feel it would be more beneficial to you to have your own place. There are people who come here you shouldn't meet" As soon as my father finished speaking he stood up and walked off, leaving me in his study alone. I looked at his retreating back. All he'd done was enforce the fact that mother and himself hated me.
Not that I wasn't expecting it.
"Kitty will now escort you of the grounds Master Malfoy." Why did house-elves have tat annoying tendency to appear out of nowhere?
"Lead the way," I mumbled dryly.
Kitty nodded and raced out of the room. I sighed and followed her. I managed to keep pace and wondered why house-elves didn't die of heart attacks
"Here you are Master Malfoy," Kitty said as we reached the front door. She bowed low and I snorted before leaving. I hated house-elves; no matter what creature anyone was they would always betray you at some point in time.