A/N: New story. For those of you familiar with my work at all bear with me. I'm trying to get new chapters out for my other stories. But I'm still having writer's block. Expect updates on all of my stories within the next couple of days. It's summer. I have a lot of time. And also. Please Review. It makes it worth it for me. Remember. I write this for you. :) And for me.

-Jessie

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of J.K. Rowling's characters. The plot of this story is mine.

The Fog

Draco Malfoy's POV:

White.

He opened his eyes and sighed. He hated the color white. He hated everything about it. He looked to his left. There was white. He looked to his right and there was white there too. White all around him. White underneath him. For God's Sake he was dressed in white. His arms were held tight to his sides as he laid stock-still waiting for the questions to begin.

"How are you today Mr. Malfoy?" came that calm voice. He let his cold gray eyes fall upon the wrinkled old man before him. The little wrinkled old bat with the stupid little clipboard and thick three inch spectacles. He was balding and the little gray fuzz that was left made him appear soft and touchable. But Draco hated him. Draco hated him so much.

"Fucking muggles," Draco whispered under his breath. No wand no power. He stared at the ceiling, trying to flex his arms but the straight jacket really wasn't giving him any mercy today. Of course there'd been times that he remembered it magically coming undone behind him and then this little poor excuse of a man would call security and Draco would be pounced upon and sedated heavily. So heavily that it would force him into a deep horrible sleep. A dead sleep that would make him very disorientated when he woke from it.

"What was that son?" the little man asked. Draco refused to call him by his name. He was simply Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly.

"You heard me old man," Draco hissed.

"What is a muggle Mr. Malfoy?" Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly asked. Draco rolled his eyes.

"We've been through this," he replied. "A muggle is somebody who doesn't have magical blood. Filth. Someone like you."

The little man nodded slowly and took down a couple of notes. Draco watched him through narrowed eyes and began to wiggle on his long lounge couch to get comfortable. He hated these things just as much as he hated the rest of the place. He slowly began to sit up and he saw something stir behind the mirror that was placed in the room. Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly held up a hand and the stirring ceased. He then watched Draco with immense alarm to wait and see what he was going to do.

"Relax," Draco yelled. "I'm not going to attack him or anything. Even though God knows I could kill him," he added as an undertone. Another note was scribbled down. Draco pressed his lips together and jerked his head to the side, making his neck crack. He was getting agitated.

"So we'll try this again," Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly began. "How are you feeling today Draco?"

"Just peachy," Draco muttered. "I'm stiff as hell but I guess that's an everyday occurrence. I hardly notice it anymore. I can't feel my arms…"

"So tell me about your family, Mr. Malfoy," Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly said. Draco looked at the mirror and saw his own reflection in it. He looked horrible. His hair was horribly unkept and stood up in all directions. He had horribly large bags under his eyes and if he'd had any color in his face before he'd entered this place he definitely had lost it.

"You don't have to worry about my family," Draco said. He couldn't look at himself any more so he quickly laid down again. Sudden movements on his part made Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly nervous. He tensed noticeably.

"Well we're trying to get to the root of all your delusions. This may have started when you were younger. But seeing as all you were able to tell us was your name we don't know much about you…"

Draco remembered enough of his life before this to know he didn't belong here. On the night he was admitted he had been found walking down the street of muggle London half naked and bleeding all down his face and chest. He couldn't remember why he was bleeding or why he was there. He couldn't remember his family or his life…how old he was… He just knew he used to be somebody else… He was as they called it, a John Doe. He felt as though a huge part of his memory had been shut away from him and that was one of the most horrible aspects of this situation yet.

"I'm tired," he murmured quietly as he stared up at the ceiling. "And I believe I'm done speaking today."

"I've lost you already?" the old man asked. Draco remained silent for a moment.

"I've told you all I know… You muggles don't understand anything because you're too closed minded," Draco murmured. "That's why you'll eventually fall off of the face of the Earth or become slaves for my kind."

"Your kind being who, Mr. Malfoy?" Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly asked.

"The Wizarding World," Draco drawled. "The purebloods."

"And you're a-"

"Pureblood? Yes," Draco said with a smile. "Before all of this I was… I'm sure of it…"

"Well how can you be sure if you don't even remember it?" Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly questioned. Draco cocked his eyebrow as though he were deep in thought. He then sneered… A facial expression that felt so familiar to him.

"On your knees mudblood," he whispered more to himself than to Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly. The way he said it put a chill down his psychiatrist's spinal column. "Have you got my wand then?" Draco asked coming out of his stupor. "I know I had that on me at some point. Did you find it yet?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Mr. Malfoy," Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly murmured.

"Of course you do!" Draco said with a huge maniacal grin. "Just bring it to me and I'll prove to you that I'm real!"

"Most definitely you are real sir," Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly replied. "Or else I would be sitting here in your position."

"How do you know you're not then?" Draco asked with a grin. The little doctor swallowed and Draco watched almost savagely as the little lump in his throat bobbed. He watched hungrily as though he wanted to lunge and rip the pale wrinkly flesh that was stretched over the doctor's Adam's apple wide open and watch Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly bleed to death all over the white floor. Bright red. All over. Almost like a virgin. At least that's how Draco had always pictured the loss of virginity. Red washing over white. No longer pure… But passionate. He often viewed the color red this way. A color for passion, hate, anger… He wanted to see the red.

Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly watched as his patient's mind clouded over, his gray eyes appearing silver in the bright sunlight that filtered through the room. Those cold silver eyes roamed over the doctor's face and suddenly he felt as though Draco Malfoy were staring straight into his soul.

"Mr. Malfoy. You're a normal human being just like the rest of us. I'm here. I'm physical. Just like you are," he replied as Draco blinked and came back to reality. He sat up and turned his entire body slightly to the right so that he was sitting directly in front of the doctor. He then leaned forward slightly, placing his feet that were clad in little paper slippers in front of him.

"Prove it," he whispered, his lips stretching into a smile the doctor had become quite familiar with. The Shark Tooth Grin.

"How do you presume I do that?" Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly asked, his gray eyebrow raised. He looked over Draco's youthful yet drawn face. He guessed he was at least twenty-one, if that.

"Bleed," Draco hissed, his eyes lighting up with malevolent humor. "To bleed is to be physical sir. God knows this room needs a little color… But I do suppose white would be his favorite shade either way right? Doesn't he run around in white robes saving people?"

Another note was taken down and Draco rolled his eyes and leaned back heavily, throwing his weight into the movement so he fell against the wall behind him with a thump.

"I also know at some point I didn't feel this crazy," he whispered looking around him at the white walls again. "I do know that much…"

"So Draco," the doctor began. "Do you know what your name means?"

"Um… Draco?" the blonde asked.

"And your last name if you know," Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly replied nodding.

"It means something," Draco replied. "But I can't remember that anymore. It's like it's locked away from me."

"Where did you get a name like that son?" the doctor asked. Draco crinkled his nose.

"Where else would I get it but from my mother?" Draco asked as though this were obvious. "Or my father," he added as an undertone. Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly didn't hear.

"Tell me about her," the doctor said.

Draco leaned forward again and this time he looked Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly in the eyes.

"I don't remember her," he snapped. "If I did I would've bloody well flooed her by now and got my arse out of this hell hole."

"Flooed her?" Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly asked. He supposed this was another 'wizard' term.

"Yeah…" Draco muttered. For some odd reason he got the feeling he shouldn't say anymore and turned away from his doctor. "I suppose I'm done now…"

"So I suppose it's safe to say Draco Malfoy is probably not your real name," Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly said. "Please son, how would you describe Draco?"

Malfoy looked at his relflectin again. "There," he muttered pointing. Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly turned slowly to follow his patients finger to find Draco Malfoy's reflection in the mirror. His reflection just sneered at the psychologist.

"I am Draco Malfoy. I am what sits before you. There is no other way to see me," the blonde said. "That is simply my name. And if I were in the position I would bring you off of your pedestal, doctor."

Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly met the blonde's cold silver gaze and he held it until Draco began to grin his shark tooth grin again.

"I believe that's all the time we have for today, Mr. Malfoy," the old man said dryly. The doctor's throat felt too tight.

"I believe that's the right response," Draco drawled as he was pulled to his feet by the help. "And could I please get an extra blanket? It's freezing in that little room…"

Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly didn't respond to this. Instead he made a note and shut his binder. He then got to his feet slowly and pushed his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose. Draco Malfoy was led out of the room snickering about something nobody understood and was gone. As soon as the door to Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly's office was closed, the doctor shivered noticeably and sat down again. He hated to let Mr. Malfoy see him rattled but he had a feeling the young man could see it anyway. The boy wasn't right. Something in the eyes that Mr. Soft N' Wrinkly hadn't seen before.

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That evening Draco laid staring at his ceiling with his arms tucked behind his head. He didn't see himself as crazy… no… Just misunderstood… It was then that it happened again. The tattoo on his left forearm began to burn. He watched as it slowly stood out from the skin as the snake wiggled in and out of the skull. This always made him a bit nervous… His palms would become sweaty and he'd suddenly feel like his stomach would crawl into his throat. He had a feeling he didn't always feel this way about the strange marking but he also had a hunch it had something to do with the reason why he couldn't remember anything.

He shoved his arm under his sheet and tried to ignore the pain, although sometimes it would almost be unbearable. His mind revisited his past experiences with this repeating occurrence. And at times the marking would bleed and end up messing his sheets. This often left the people around him dumbfounded seeing as there were no abrasions anywhere on his body except for the common bump and bruise.

Draco often got into rows with the other patients. And him constantly fighting with the crazy muggles eventually led up to him being moved to solitary confinement. He'd planned this, of course. He smiled slowly to himself. Things still weren't shaping up but he knew if he was by himself most of the time he'd have plenty of time to think of a way to escape. He rolled over and shut his eyes. Tomorrow would be just another day in hell. But he was getting closer to freedom…

A/N: Thanks for taking the time to read this. Let me know what you think so far!! Love to all!