Something Missing
Draco
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Missing, Evanescence
I stared as Father stared back. I felt nothing. Not a drop of depression, not an inch of hate.
My face was a blank mask. But so was my heart, my soul. I didn't know why I felt numb.
I watched Father exit my room with a proud swish of his cloak.
Immediately, numbness turned into misery and rage. How dare Father take her away from me?
I felt the spell taken off of me, and instantly jumped up from the ground. Whether it was my father's doing or mine, I had no idea.
Wait. Why am I still calling him "father"? Maybe I am weak, my soul that brittle. I cannot bear to reject him as my father.
Frustration shot through me. Both pointed at me and my father.
Father took all of the happiness out of me. Like a dementor, those demonic creatures who torture me whenever they draw close, their rattling breath haunting my dreams.
He took the only person who gave me happiness. Happiness and hope. My love, my Hermione.
There's only one more person I can run to. She's my soul shelter from Father. And I know that she'd protect me from Father all her life. Mother... the only parent of mine who truly showed an ounce of care for me.
I dropped down onto my bed, thinking. How do I rescue Hermione? I'm sure Father will dispose of her in a few days... So I am definitely going to need help from Mother. But I can't do it tonight. It'd be too early, and my father's suspicion too high.
Mother, thank you...
Thank you for all the love you show me.
I should consider myself fortunate, having such a great mother as you.
Other children aren't so lucky.
Like Potter. Potter...? Why did I think of you? I'm sorry, Potter. For everything.
Maybe I'm going crazy, thinking of Potter, of all people...