Draco's diary

January 15, 2001

I still dream about it. I sometimes wake up at night, convinced that the life I have now is just dreams or long forgotten memories my head bring up, just to make me miserable.

But at those times, I only have to go and grab a cup of coffee to realise that the life I live now is indeed real. Very often it's about 4 am in the morning, the time when I was at the busiest.

Yeah, about that, you probably wonder where I was while my father was looking for me. Where was I, while my father desperately tried to find me? I was in London. The whole time I was in London, at the streets. He couldn't use a tracking charm at me, since none of these charms were designed to track something without magic.

The ex-Death Eaters knew that. They forced me to drink a potion which deleted my magic, and made me weak. Very weak. I couldn't do anything, the potion made me act like a zombie. I needed coffee to be able to withstand the nights, when I were on the streets. To able to collect money, to be able to be a… prostitute.

You didn't expect that, huh? That I, Draco Malfoy was selling my body in that way. You do know that I didn't do it willingly, do you? I was told: "Either you stand here and take 300 pounds per fuck, or we'll things to you which are way worse than sex." I was not eager to find out what could be worse.

I lived like that, on scraps of food and coffee. I worked from 6 pm till 6 am, were given food from how satisfied they were with my work (they were hard to satisfy mind you) and were allowed to sleep till 5 30 pm, given some coffee before it was back to work.

Until I met my saviour.

It was nearly four am, when I noticed a boy running down the streets. He looked distressed, and out of place.

Our eyes met, and I cursed myself. I wasn't meant to be seen. I was supposed to be a shadow, non existent to everyone except for those who knew where to look. I had gained a reputation for that. The ones who looked after a fuck called themselves Dragon Chasers.

They were chasing the Dragon.

But the boy was not chasing the dragon. He was just confused, without parents to guard him.

He caught me, and tried to get me away from there.

I thought he was stupid. You didn't just run away from them, unless you wanted to kill yourself.

Then, Dragon Chasers came by.

The boy stiffened and stared at the two men with bright terrified eyes. He stepped backwards, breathing heavily. He was constantly shaking his head, like he was shaking the men away.

His eyes briefed the ground for a second, before he bent down and grabbed two stones. The men laughed, and were joking if the boy was a virgin or not.

The boy's face turned to them. It was emotionless.

"I am not" his tiny voice said, sounding small but certain.

Then, two rocks flew through the air in two perfect curves. One hit right between the eyes of the one closest to me with a soft thump.

A long time the time was still. The Dragon Chaser swayed for a minute, before he fell backwards with a grace many could envy.

The other one cried out in rage, and drew up his gun, shooting wildly at the boy. He hit about four times, before he stopped, his eyes confused, hurt and angry at the same time, while the boy's looked calm and peaceful.

"Stupefy!" someone yelled.

That voice…

"Dad!" I yelled, and rushed towards the thin, blond figure that were running towards us.

The person stopped. It was him, it was him!

"Draco…?" my father gasped.

"DAD!" I threw myself my father's arms and cried, cried like I had had never done before.

"I knew you were alive" he whispered. "I knew it…" he wrapped his arms around me, and gave me a real bear hug, almost as he was afraid that I would disappear any minute.

A loud cursing interrupted our reunion. I shamefully turned my eyes back to the boy, whose blood were covering the street. He looked so peaceful there, like he was finally home, at the dirty street, colored red by his blood

My father gasped, and went over to the boy, who was gaining a very unhealthy blue white color. He was at the steps of the pearly gates now. I knew, as well as he did, he would not survive this.

I swallowed, and whispered to him "Please, say hi to mother from me."

The boy smiled back. "I shall."

Then, his heart stopped, and the boy gave a soft sigh. He was gone.

I later found out that his given name was Harry Potter, the son of the wizarding world's two greatest heroes. However, he called himself Hackney, grew up in an abusive asylum, and was a seer. He was saved by my father, and that night we met, he had run away from St. Mungo. I like to think he did it because he had a vision.

Either way, he saved me. And if it was a vision which made him come, then I'm sure that he knew that it was a possibility that he would die. He risked his life, to save me. In my eyes, he is a hero in the same terms as his real parents. He saved a person who was going through the same ordeals he had endured.

And so will I. There are a lot of children in the same position as I and Hackney once was. I will risk my life for them.

That's why I am drinking coffee. I need to remind myself why I am doing this. The coffee is strong and tastes horrible, but it keeps my mind on track. I have already saved some children, and I will never forget the look upon their faces when they understood that I indeed was serious when I said that I would not do the same things to them as their "owners".

I live for them. I do what I can to help them, and in the end I go to bed, and sleep more or less peacefully at night. Sometimes I actually see a figure smiling at me. He's tall, dressed in torn jeans and leather jacket… I wonder who he is…

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Athina: you… ended the story.

Shuna: Yes, I felt the story was going downhill, so I decided to stop here, where Draco writes in his diary.

Athina: I can't believe that no one has reacted to the fact that you have killed Narcissa, Snape, Hermione and Harry Potter!

Shuna: Athina, Harry and Narcissa died in this chapter, which isn't even finished yet! How can the reader protest to that? But I'm a bit surprised myself, Snape and Hermione are pretty popular characters…

Athina: But why so many?

Shuna: (squirms) I don't know. I killed Snape, just to let Lucius have a reason to be a bit depressed. Hermione is the one was most suitable to be at a Christian insane asylum (she's muggleborn after all), and I highly doubt she would ever be a true Christian. However, Jesus said all children will come to him. And I couldn't send her to hell!

Athina: Hm, I agree. I would have killed you if you did so. But how did Narcissa die?

Shuna: I don't know. The readers may decide for themselves. But Harry however… I had planned the scene with rocks for a long time, a kind of David vs. Goliath, with my own twist. But with a gun in hand… you are almost bound to hit. Then, before I knew it he was dead too. But it suits.

Athina: Twisted little bugger you are.

Shuna: You know, you are just calling me names my mind has declined boring (strides off)

Athina: (worried) Oh dear, I'm afraid she'll snap any moment. SolitaryPoison, I think you will be thrilled to hear this; Shuna is planning to write a fic which contains slash, the first chapter is...

Shuna: (across the room) Hey! No spoilers!

Athina: Anyway, can some of you talk to her? I think she's lonely. She won't talk to me, and she's only listening to Leonard Cohen or Bruce Springsteen and the song Hurt.

Shuna: Oh, I almost forgot, the first book was released in 1997, where Harry was 11. I'm using that timeline. And it's a ordeal diary, one which you write almost anything, only you have to write in it everyday. It's used in therapy. I think Draco would need one after his ordeals. Besides, after two years, I think he would still be in therapy, but out (if he was at St.Mungo, I'm not sure if he is.)