When I was growing up, my life wasn't too easy-though I would deny that if anyone ever asked. Sure, I had admirers and an amazing mother. But it was father who made it hard on us all. He was (and I guess he still is)-though he is back in Azkaban-really scary for us. He kicked me out of my youth when I was young, he made me grow up faster than my mother and I were comfortable with.

I should probably write down some of what happened-to help me get over my past. I'm too old to dwell on those memories any more.

It all started when I was eight years old...

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It was a bright sunny day at the Malfoy Manor, where Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy were racing around, with their dad's watching. Blaise won seven of the races in a row, and on the eighth, he raised his arms in triumph grinning widely. Draco smiled at his friend, and pat him on the back, as they headed back to the Manor where their fathers waited for them.

As Draco reached his father, he noticed that his smile looked a little forced, but didn't find out why until his friend had flooed away.

"Draco, what was that?" His father inquired when they had gone back to the chairs in the fireplace room.

"We were just racing, daddy."

"You lost," he said with disgust at the younger Malfoy.

"It was just for fun," Draco argued back.

"Malfoys don't do anything just for fun," He spat back at his son. "You are a disgrace," And with that he rushed forward and backhanded the boy across his face.

Draco put his hand up to his face, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Malfoys. Don't. Lose."

"It was just for fun, daddy!" Draco cried when the elder Malfoy raised his hand once more.

Blows rained down upon the eight year old boy, with each word his father spoke, "Malfoys. Never. Lose. They. Always. Win. And. It. Had. Better. Stay. That. Way." By the time he was finished, tears were falling freely down Dracos face, with him being unable to stop crying.

Lucius Malfoy Looked at his son with disgust written all over his face. He roughly grabbed his son and threw him, telling him to get out of his sight and to forget about dinner.

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I'm sorry for that disturbing memory, but you shouldn't even be reading this anyway! And I just had to get that out...actually, I do feel a bit better...

I wish I could Say that was the worst, but Merlin knows that was only the beginning. My father punished me whenever I did something wrong, so I grew up to be how I am today all thanks to him.

I've been beaten, starved, isolated, and raped many times. Not only by the figure that I call my father, but he also told his friends that they could do whatever shit they wanted to me whenever they see fit.

That really made me grow up to hate the darned man. But I guess he couldn't help it. His dad was pretty harsh, and taught him to teach his children the way he was taught.

No one knew of my abuse until I was fourteen. Not even my mother. You know how much that sucks? Him threatening you even more until you're so scared, you would never dare to put another toe out of line.

You wouldn't know how to act

You wouldn't Dare to act.

Please, I am begging of you, read no further.