Draco POV
The rain beat relentlessly on the window panes, drilling its steady beat into my head and lulling me to sleep. But every time my eyelids gave in to the darkness, a flash of lightning; followed by thunder, broke the rhythm of the rain and the sporadic sounds of the nightlife. My eyes snapped open. Back to where I started. I groaned and for the fifth time that night, turned over my pillow in the hopes that it would bring me the comfort I so needed. Tangled up in the sheets, late enough in the night that even thunder and lightning have retired, late enough that even the roiling rain clouds had exhausted their last drops: that's when I finally succumbed into a deep slumber.
A steady stream of light filtered through my eyelids, welcoming me only further into the world I wanted so passionately to escape. My eyes flickered in and out of focus, blurry from the crying, the tossing-and-turning, and general lack of sleep. Long enough to see that it was quarter to eleven.
" Shit!Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! I'm going to miss the bloody train," I hollered as I struggled to pull on my trousers and a clean shirt, then cursing even louder after stubbing my toe on my trunk as I grappled for socks and shoes.
If the Hogwarts Express left without me, I would surely miss the first Prefects meeting, even though I had no intentions of attending it in the first place. Hurried, I shrunk my trunk and shoved it into my messenger bag, grabbing a blazer and a comb as I haphazardly veered through the kitchen just long enough to grab some toast. I almost flew through the Manor's large mahogany doors, only to notice that my mother had left me a note. I snatched it, skimming over the parchment and identifying her flowing script. As I read, her sweet, gentle voice played in my head.
" Draco Darling, I've left to go visit your aunt Andromeda at St. Mungo's and i shan't be back until late afternoon. Don't bother waiting for me dear, I'm afraid I shan't there to se you off at King's Cross today. But i suppose such a big boy as you wouldn't want his mum embarrassing him in front of his friends anyway. I wish you good luck this year, being Head boy and all, I'm sure that…. I'm sure that your father would be proud if he knew. Anyways darling, don't forget what I told you earlier and please don't leave Scala here, you know how terrified I am of snakes, and it really is your responsibility to take care of your pet and all. Oh, pardon me, I must be keeping you from getting ready. Goodbye Draco, and again, good luck!"
, Love Mum
There was also a letter for Professor McGonagall attached to the note, that I was to deliver upon arriving at school. I already knew what it contained. It detailed how extremely sorry I was for all that I've done to the school, how much I've regretted my actions, this and that and all of my regret. So much, that I was driven to a point of insanity. Apparently, so insane that I cut my left arm off; under the elbow. The letter said I am disabled and would need a supportive environment. In my brief moment of anger I shredded and vanished the letter. I spat out my thoughts like snake venom, though no one was there to receive them.
"I don't need your pity mother, or anyone else's! I did what I did for a reason, not because I was sorry!" I screamed as my voice resonated through the empty house.
I glanced at the clock and groaned loudly, "Five till'! Fuck, now I'm REALLY going to miss the damn train!"
I reached for the doorknob with my left, but I never reached it. I paused, frozen in time, the only thing in motion was my racing conscience. Hovering above the door, my un-existent lower arm, no, the particles where my arm should have been now shook with fear. I felt the reach of my arm all the way to the tips of my fingers, but nothing was there. Slowly I lowered the stub of my arm into the shadows. There glimmered a ghost. But it was not any ghost, it was my arm. It was the ghost of my arm, down to the last imperfection. Was that even possible? I was terrified by it. Even more terrifying was the dark mark that inked itself into the ghost of my arm, it's existence now truly permanent. I apparrated in an instance, leaving behind a gust of wind that slammed the doors behind me. My mother's note lay crumpled on the bare floor.
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