Chapter 2: Nightmares of the Remembered Kind
That night in his new dormitory, Draco did not sleep well. He alternated throughout the night between lying awake in his four poster bed, his heart pounding with fear, and having nightmares that were more repressed memories than dreams…
He was six years old, and he was curled up in a ball as his father fired Stinging Jinxes at him for the misdemeanour of cleaning his room himself instead of getting their house-elf to do it. "A Malfoy does not do his servant's work, boy. That is why he has a servant in the first place." Draco never cleaned his room himself again. It wasn't for fear of the punishment, but for fear of the emotionless, ice-cold and unfeeling man his father had become. Soon, Draco came up with a name for this version of his father: the exactly like his father, but with an unchanging expression and heart of stone, the Statue was terrifying, and Draco quickly learned the subjects that caused the Statue to start taking over.
If he questioned his father on any of his opinions. If Muggles were mentioned at all, even in the Daily Prophet. If he did anything "unbecoming of a Malfoy", of a wealthy wizard, or of wizards in general.
What made it worse when the Statue took over was that his mother never tried to prevent it, or even reduce what the Statue did. This made Draco think that his mother had been on the receiving end of the Statue's attention, though he hardly dared think it.
During the times he was awake, Draco tried to calm himself by constantly repeating under his breath that his father was dead, and that the Statue can't hurt him any more. It didn't help. Whenever he managed to get to sleep, the Statue was there in his mind. When morning finally came, the first thing he did was grab his Potions book and look up the recipe for Dreamless Sleep. To his dismay, it wasn't in there, which meant it was far too complicated for second years to make.
To make matters worse, he ended up sat next to"Saint Potter" at breakfast…