Precious Memories Wasted
By Mrrrisa :)
A/N: Well I just noticed how EXTREMELY short that last chapter was… So I uploaded this second one, without even a review… hmm I wonder if that's a good idea.. heh… Oh well… Here it is:
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Lucius had been nothing but an evil figure in Draco's life. Draco could barely reach the point anymore where he could call him a father. For this Lucius hadn't been. Instead of praising his son's accomplishments, he often beat the boy instead. Draco now, even years after his father's departure, had nightmare of the late nights when Lucius would beat him, long after the last servants had been dismissed. Oddly enough, he didn't remember his father ever laying a single finger upon him. No, of course not, Draco was far to undeserving and pathetic to be touched by his own father. For solace, Draco used to beg upon the mercy of his mother. However, Narcissa too was beaten into submission to her husband and often left the whimpering Draco alone in the empty halls of the manor. Perhaps she has once been as beautiful inside as she appeared to the public. Draco would spend hours staring at his mother, trying to find the hole in which she had gotten caught. It was his father who had dug that hole and as Draco grew, he mother drifted further apart from Draco, caught up in the web of Dark Magic held by Lucius.
It was upon the eve of his 11th birthday that Draco received the letter notifying him of his acceptance into Hogwarts. He was delighted. His father was repulsed. Lucius had wished his son, not matter how unpromising, would have been allowed into Durmstang or Mortea-Tran, two of the top Dark Arts schools in the wizarding world. Any renowned would have been fine with Lucius, anything but his own Alma-Mater. Lucius had left a heavy reputation there, one he figured that his son would never be able to live up to.
The shopping trip for supplies had been a harsh one in the life of Draco Malfoy. His father stalked proudly down the streets of Diagon Alley. The trip to Mr. Olliander's shop had been disastrous. Lucius did not approve of a single wand that chose Draco. Two already laid in dust as the frenzied Mr. Olliander searched for a more powerful core. Finally the Malfoys were asked to be excused from the store. Lucius scowled under his breath words of a visit to Knockturn Alley for a "quality" wand. The trip to the bookstore had been no better. Lucius would not even allow himself to be led into such a shop. Narcissa had to accompany Draco. Upon Lucius's return, a frighteningly large eagle owl joined the ranks of the purchases for today. Lucius insisted that the gift was a mere means of communication.
Lucius did in fact accompany Draco into the robes store. Unfortunately, he sole purpose was to chastise the way the robes fell over young Draco. Draco had always carried a petite frame, with eerily pallid skin. The large black robes hung over his body loosely, swallowing up his limbs. Tears began to well up in Draco's eyes. The school year he had looked so forward to, already appeared to be disastrous. Suddenly he forcefully wiped the tears from his eyes, inflaming them with the rough swipe of his robe-covered arms across his face. He could not let his father see the hurt within. He was a Malfoy after-all. But Lucius was away, scolding a young seamstress. Instead Draco's eyes fell upon a giant ragged looking man, almost twice the height of his father, and thrice the size. Accompanied with the giant man was a young confused boy.
The boy was what his father would call an undesirable. His thick black hair fell into his eyes and laid in a mangled mess upon his head, as if it had never been combed. His loose clothing hung gauntly over his thin frame. His skin was a pale color of white, but not the cold icy pallid color of Draco. No, this boy's skin glowed a flawless white, with a slight rosy undertone, making him look warm. Draco stared at the boys face. Glasses sat crooked on his nose. They were covered with masking tape, barely holding together the delicate frames. Beyond the scratched glass, Draco glimpsed at emerald green eyes. The twinkled lightly in the poor store light. To the world, this boy must appear to be a rag-a-muffin, not more than an orphan boy begging for food. To Lucius, the boy was dirt that belonged far from the Malfoy reign. To Draco, the boy was the warmest and kindest object he had ever seen in his small life. This strange boy held all that was just, all that was kind, all that was love. And Draco felt his knees buckle at the very thought of the happiness the boy deserved.
His staring became apparent to the boy as he turned to Draco and began small talk. Draco could feel a crooked smile (for smiling was something a Malfoy was never taught to do, and therefore Draco did not know how) creep upon his face when he found out that the warm figure would be attending Hogwarts and in his first year as well. Draco stared deeply into those glimmering eyes of the boy. He could feel them smile towards him. Never before had Draco been smiled upon. Never before had he deserved a smile, and now this stranger was giving Draco more warmth and gentle words than ever witnessed by a Malfoy member. Draco must have been unaware of his surroundings because before he knew it, Lucius was up there, yanking at his robes, demanding he leave. Draco whimpered towards the boy and his giant as he turned and exited.
The rest of the day was spent in and out of "unsatisfactory" store until they were pulled into Knockturn Alley. Draco's mind still wandered off in the direction of the boy. He had neglected to catch a name. Draco scowled at that fact, but his scowls were quickly overwhelmed by the memory of the twinkling eyes. Lucius caught the day-dreamy state in his son. Upon noticing this, he abruptly stopped and stared at his son.
That night, Draco received his worse beating yet. He found himself in constant pain for months to come, even after being admitted into the school. That beating had permanently scarred Draco. Draco now knew of happiness and warmth. And this was not what the world appeared to exist from. He thought deeply for the following week. In all 11 years of his meager life, he had only witnessed this miracle once. His hope had been bashed from within the night of his final beating. He spent the night before departure to Hogwarts covering himself with a heavy facade of anger, pain, and hurt. Upon boarding the train the next day, his facade held no weakness. This new-found Draco Malfoy held no fear, and his only mission was to destroy.
Unfortunately, there were holes in his facade. These holes were not dug by Mr. Malfoy however. The small dents in Draco's facade has been caused by twinkling smiles thrown by the young, unsuspecting Harry Potter.
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A/N: Okay… Here's a slightly longer chapter.. I'm thinking most of my chapters will be about this long… hmm… Probably not a good thing but oh well… I'll see how it works out. I said I wasn't much of a writer. Please r/r. If it really sucks that bad, I'll stop, but until then, you're stuck with this… BTW How did y'alls like my version of the introduction of Draco and Harry at the store??
Luv,
Mrrrisa :)