AN: I do not own Harry Potter OK.
Chapter 2
The Fight
Draco sat strait up in his bed sputtering. He was sopping wet and cold. Even a dream that felt that real couldn't do this.
"Get up Draconis. And never say that worthless Mudblood's name again. You better not miss that train, you hear me?" Lucius spat.
'What the hell? That was a weird ass dream. At least I wont have to deal with that prat anymore.' Draco thought.
Lucius had a meeting with the Wizingot today about his affiliation with the Dark Lord. And there was no way to bribe his way out of this one. Draco knew everything is father had done in the name of this so called Dark Lord. And for everything he has committed Draco hoped, and prayed to Merlin, that he was sent to Azkaban to receive the Dementors kiss.
But most of all, Draco hated his father for the fact that he hit his mother and him. He could handle himself against Malfoy senior, but his mum was the one he worried over. And worrying over her got him into a lot of trouble. His beatings would be twice as bad if he interfered in the least.
Draco couldn't wait to go back to Hogwarts. He would hate to leave his mum but he had to get out of this hell whole of a house. So he quickly showered and got dressed and then headed down stairs to get some food.
In the kitchen sitting at the table was his mother. She was sporting the newest set of bruises left by her husband. She was tall and pale, and was once very strong and spirited. But now all he saw was a fragile, broken shell of a woman. Her hair had obviously been forced out of its bun and was hanging flat past her waist.
"Morning mum. Are you well this morning?" I asked resting a hand on the side of her face. She seemed to look right through me when she answered.
"I'm as well as can be expected in this house son. Please eat before you go." Narcissa Malfoy replied, barely above a whisper.
"Yes mum I will." I said sadly.
Grabbing a breakfast sandwich, I kissed her on her cheek said goodbye and headed to the door to leave.
As I minimized my trunk I heard screaming from the kitchen. Throwing the trunk in my pocket I took off running into the kitchen.
"Why are you just sitting here woman. Can't you do anything without me telling you to do it?" Lucius yelled, backhanding her out of her seat.
"Yes Lucius, I'm sorry." Narcissa begged from the floor holding her face. She got up to flee from the room when Lucius grabbed a fistful of her hair.
"Leave her alone you pathetic sod!" I yelled.
"What did you just say to me boy?" Lucius threw Narcissa away from him and was now stalking up to Draco.
Keeping and eye on his mother making her escape he said in a calm voice,
"You can hear me. Unless your deaf and dumb."
'Why was I doing this? This is a death wish and I know it. I need to get outta here.'
Making sure his mum was out he dissaperated before his father could get to him. He had made it to Kingscross in one piece, that was good. Now to find his flunkies.