This is the same day but basically from Draco's point of view and his experiences and thoughts. Enjoy :)

Rating: M

WARNING: Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, PTSD, Language

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters (sadly).

Chapter 2: Draco's Departure

Draco's POV

Draco woke up to be met with a pair of big, green, eyes staring down at him. If he hadn't been accustomed to this by now, then he probably would have jumped up, grabbed his wand, and have been prepared to hex the creature that had startled him. Not unlike what he did when he first had this happen to him at the beginning of the summer. Recently, they had acquired a new house elf, Daisy. She was nice, and courteous not unlike the other house elf's, but she also had the tendency to scare the bejeebies out of him every morning when he woke up, and any other time that she felt necessary.

"Daisy what have I told you about scaring me in the mornings?" Draco asked tiredly, resigned to the fact that she probably was never going to change.

"Daisy is sorry, but Daisy can't be letting Young Master Draco to be lates for his first day back at Hogwarts sir." Draco drug a hand across his face and groaned.

"Okay, thank you Daisy." When she didn't move Draco said

"You can leave now Daisy." And with a little pop, the little house elf disapperated back to the kitchens.

"Cause I'm soooo very glad to be able to be going back to the old fool's place with the oh so amazing golden trio." Draco's voice was almost dripping with sarcasm as he said this. He positively loathes them to no end, especially that Mudblood Granger. Disregarding the thoughts, Draco then rose out of bed, and elegantly grabbed his usual black clothes and got ready to go to the Hogwarts Express.

The long dining table was as quiet and empty as ever. Draco sat eating quietly in his chair while opposite of the room sat Lucius Malfoy sipping his morning tea while reading the Daily Prophet and speaking in a hushed voice with his mother, Narcissa about all the atrocities that have been happening in the wizarding and Muggle worlds. In this case, some of these events probably had to do with himself. Draco never really understood the reason as to why his father joined the death eaters but like to simply believe it to be out of loyalty to his family for his grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy, had been one of the first Death Eaters after all. However, if that wasn't the case, then that is the question isn't it? Why? He's terrified of Voldemort, why did he join in the first place, why did he think that he could ever go very far, why was his father so adamant that his son should follow in these footsteps of darkness? All these questions were probably never meant to be answered, because no matter how hard Draco may try, his father just would never see otherwise. Just like with the Dark Mark, he tried to convince his father that for once in his life, he wanted to make a choice of his own. He didn't want this, he wanted to be different… But that didn't stop Lucius…. It never would have… All that had followed was the dreaded red light of the punishment. He could still hear it in his head; he could still feel it in his veins, "Crucio!"… So there they were. The perfect Death Eater family in one room, eating their food silently, no traces of warmth or kindness anywhere to be found. Nor did it matter, for Draco was used to this as well. He had grown up this way. As long as he stayed quiet and did what he was told, then he wouldn't be punished. After all, the only reason that his father had beckoned for him to come on that dreadful day was to ensure the safety of the Malfoy line. Draco got up silently. Once he had finished his food and had exited the dining hall, he went to go and gather his things. Every once and a while, Draco would allow his mind to wander and simply imagine. He would imagine that he led a different life, one filled with warmth, happiness, and love. Then he would look around, only to find darkness, cold, and emptiness. Then, sometimes he would crawl into the corner of his room, and cry. He would cry until his heart gave out and there were no more tears left for him to cry and he would simply stay there, numb. This is how he made himself a heart made of ice. This is how he became the cold young man seen today. He believed that if he stopped the wonder, the hope, and didn't let anything else in, then there wouldn't be anything left to hurt him. This how he gave himself some form comfort in his fucked up life. Just in case though, for when it became too much to bear with, he had a tool. He had a tool that let the pain float away, if only for a little while. It made him feel like he was secretly defying his father, and he liked that power. It made him feel the tiniest bit more alive. So every once and a while, he would use this tool to help him get over his pain instead of all the crying. For like his father always said, "Emotion is weakness, and where there is weakness, there is death.". But after a while this tool became sharper, became more deadly, he use it more often, so often that it almost lost its magic. So here he resorted to something else, to something deadlier. What once was a way to get rid of the emotional pain became an addiction. As Draco climbed the stairs to his room, he made sure to pack this tool into his suitcase where no one could see it. The flash of the blade hitting his eyes before it was tucked away, to be of later use. Then he went back down the stairs with the bag following suit behind him. Before he left, he said his goodbyes to his parents quite briefly and reassured his father that he would be in contact soon. Draco grabbed a handful of the rank powder and said,

"Diagon Alley" quietly. 'Another crappy year at Hogwarts. Just my luck.' And with that thought, he was gone.

Okay, so for Draco, I'm probably going to do another chapter about him on the station or in his past, or just on the train, maybe a mixture of some, but fair warning, chapter 3 is probably going to be another Draco chapter, and then we'll get into the full swing of things. Thank you all for reading! And for now, that will be all. Until next time! Byeeee!

~Secret_Lullaby2, Out~