I Walk Alone
Genre: Angst/ General
Rating K
AN. This is a response to a challenge I found on Hope my spellings ok, first Harry Potter fic hope you like it R&R
Character(s): Draco M
Disclaimer; I don't own anything… I wish I did Draco & co are owned by JK. Rowling lucky woman!!
I sit on my own, disgraced and shunned. Father's in Askaban, I can't bear to think of what he's going through in there, but he's strong he's a Malfoy. I take such pride in that name in heritage but right now it seems so worthless.
I'm almost lost in my depression, that I seem so lost in thoughts I feel numb until the jolt of the train wakes me to the real world, I stare out of the window across the vast countryside so alive and green it makes me feel even more alone than ever. What am I without my farther and his title, no longer the Slytherin Prince, I no longer have my 'loyal' friends beside me laughing at my witty jokes and asking me questions about dark magic and death eaters.
My thoughts lead me to St. Potter, and the reason why I hate him so much. No matter how many times I tell myself it's because he a muggle lover I can no longer deny it's because I'm jealous of him. Of his fame, of his loyal friends and because he's truly loved , of course my mother and farther loved me but not in the same great way they desired power and to follow the Dark Lord.
I sometimes wonder how different life would be if Potter had shook my hand that day, instead of standing up for that filth Weasley.
Do I really want to become a Death Eater? I ask myself and the answer if I think about it is NO, but I've got no choice have I? Fathers one and I'm expected to follow in his footsteps.
True I hate muggles and mudbloods. But am I capable of torturing or even killing one? Could I really become a murderer?
Since farther is in prison I'm the man around the house. I've got to take care of mother, if she's not shouting and crying she's cold and indifferent to me it's only because she misses farther but all the same I wish she'd try and be strong and move on with life instead of taking it all out on me.
Listen to me self-pitying thoughts, sitting here alone I'm being pathetic and weak that's not the Malfoy way, not the way I was brought up. I was brought up to be strong and proud I'll find some way to get farther back and my friends even though their not real friends their better than no one, Pansy will take me back she loves me…and my money of course but it's better than being cold and alone.
I've decided that I'm not going to sit alone and feel sorry for myself, when I arrive a Hogwarts everyone's going to notice me, walking proudly and holding my head high being strong as I've always been and once again I will become the Slytherin Prince….
The train comes to a halt at the station, grabbing my bag I walk confidently out of the train, I can feel other students staring at me, some of the muttering 'where's Crabb and Golye?' or ' isn't his dad in Askaban?'. But I ignore them because I'm proud of what I am a pureblood Slytherin and nothings going to change that.
A term at Hogwarts begins and it's going to the best ever….