Poor unfortunate souls (part 1)

Narrated by Draco Malfoy, the main character

They tell you being yourself is the best person you can ever be,

But then they judge you,

Expect you to change,

Expect you to become someone you're not.

I'm tired of trying,

Tired of being myself.

Every minute I'm not myself,

I become someone new.

I've become full of doubts,

Full of hate.

Hate for the people,

Who wanted me to change.

I question myself,

Day after day.

Who am I?

And why should I change?

The rain is tapping on the roof like thousands of dancers dancing on an enormous stage. The manor is surrounded by the mist, which is spreading rapidly towards every direction. Mists usually gives me a bad feeling that something terrible is about to happen.

And it happens already, Voldemort is back, he was back two years ago.

I shake my head, and I feel the buzzing noise within it. I calm myself down, hoping that all those bad feelings are just some kind of imaginary monster bothering me. I'm too weak to think, so I keep my head on my pillow, lying there, silently. The silent is haunting me, I know I couldn't stay in this situation forever.

I start to think about the ball, it's the only thing to cheer me up in such depressing circumstances. I danced with somebody, the somebody who changed my life, who truly understands my sorrow and sadness, somebody I know I've been looking for.

Astoria Greengrass.

I know my parents will be furious if they know the news, dancing with a girl who belongs to Supernatural class, a class which they disliked greatly.

Maybe they will be more tolerant than I thought them would be…they might allow me to…to at least be her friend…no, that's not even going to happen…

I keep my eyes on the grey celling, 365 days a year, there's at least 60 days of emotionless and torture, those ones who wanted me to change, who wanted me to devote myself towards the dark magic…they will know, they will know that I will never bend down towards it…even if I'm only one step closer from being dragged in.

I miss my original parents, the parents who never get brainwashed, the mom who sings lullaby for me, the dad who spends time with me every day, camping together out under the beautiful night sky.

Those are memories from my childhood, I used to admit that I had the best parents in this world, but…the tragedy happened when I was five, the return of Lord Voldemort took my happiness away, as well as the soul of my parents, he turned my parents into emotionless death eaters, he forced my parents to join his army. What my parents did is to protect me from getting my soul taken, and I witnessed how my parent's soul flew out from their jaws, they were taken by Voldemort. He took my parents away, as well as from many other teens. He distorted the heart of thousands, from taking their loved ones away and place them in his army.

I found the football which I usually played with when I was little, so I applied it with a big force, which makes it knock on the wall facing me with a loud 'bang', which bounces back and smashes itself on my forehead, I lose my balance and fall onto the bed again.

There's something interesting I found about that girl, she seems different, she can see things others don't, and what's more, she can read minds. Even though it's one of the supernatural talent, not every supernatural worshipper owns this talent. I'm quite astonished by her ability, the second year (third year now), is one of the very few master of Legilimency. I know I will never be the master of Legilimency, because I'm just not the right wizard to do so.

I climb up from the bed again, and I open the stained door of the old creaking cupboard standing in the corner, a loud creaking noise followed as I pull the door open with a big force. I cough as the dusty objects lying inside came into view: an old camera from the 1930's; a baseball bat, which accompanied me for three years in my childhood till my parents got brainwashed; a metal watch, with its hands still ticking on and on; and most importantly, a table lamp I received from my dad when I was four, which is the last precious thing I received from him.

I take the stuffs out, and wipe all the dust away, then I saw something, shining in the dusty cupboard. I'm curious enough to take it out for a look.

It was a photo, presented in a wooden frame. I blow the dust away to get a better look, then I saw it.

There's a long haired man on the left side of the picture, but he combed all his long blond hair to the back of his head and tie them together with a rubber band. On the left, a woman with long curly blond hair and is holding a little boy with messy white blond hair, his eyes have a combination of grey and blue, so it's hard to distinguish the color. Both the man and woman are smiling, warmly, I found myself in my family when I'm staring at them. The little boy stares at me innocently with his big grey eyes, and I can't help but smile. I look down to the left corner of the frame, which was marked by four numbers: 1984. 1984, exactly 12 years ago, I took this picture with my parents, my two dearest person in this world…I never expected that, after 12 years…the two most important person in my world are the ones who shut me in my room and treat me like a prisoner, and I know, deeply in my heart, none of this is my parent's fault, it's Voldemort's, and I will do whatever it takes to bring my parents back…I will find the way to bring my true parents back.

I take the weakened piece of paper out from the frame, and I spotted some hand writing at the back. In order to read it properly, I extend the yellowish paper on the table gently, so I can read the words better: "dear son, this letter was written by your dear father and mother themselves…hum…" I thought to myself, pressing my fingers softly towards the unfamiliar hand writing which has been eroded by time.

"we hide this picture in your cupboard right before Voldemort came and brainwash you. We are sorry, son, I'm afraid I can't be the father you want me to be anymore…I know we must sacrifice our own soul for yours…whenever you are now, please, remember one thing…we loved you son, and we will always stand by you…"

I feel my voice shaking as tears rolling out of my eyes, Dad, why you have to leave me...

I hold onto the picture tightly. No, I can't let this happen, I must stop Voldemort, I must get my parents, my true parents back…

I start to regret about being a bully at school, I miss being an innocent boy…I miss Daphne…my first, very first friend…

I snatch the picture from the table, and rush down stairs, through the long hallway and to the main dining room downstairs, where complex runes were shown on grey cobblestone walls and ceilings.

"where are you going, young man?" a cold voice echoes through the hallway, and my heart skips a bit.

"look…" I mutter, "we've... got to talk, dad…" I gulp as he strides towards me with his pride.

"oh, something matters!" he jeers, smirking, "our little boy gets a debate with his parents, he never knows how the talk to them properly…"

I bite my upper lip harshly, trying not to let my tears fall, "I'm…I'm not being impolite…father, and…I'm not a little boy…"

And I was interrupted by him, by my cold, annoying, freaking father.

"you still got a lot to learn, one day you will know the importance of being powerful…" he grins slyly, "you will be meeting a person today, an important person, the person who will bring you salvation…"

"I don't want salvation! Dad! I need freedom! Free me, dad! Do you remember that street in the Diagon valley where all those fascinating sweets are? Let's go there…please, listen to me for once…be my dad, don't be my enemy…would you just listen to me for once…just…be my father…I promise you, I do, with all my heart, I promise you that I will never be naughty…never paint on the walls…never break any window with my baseball bat ever again…please dad…I just want you to be part of me…again."

He stares at me for a long time, with plain face, no emotion, no expression, completely empty.

Then, he simply said: "you are going to the death eater's court, whatever you like it or not."