Oi... Life is just peachy, don't you think? One minute your a happy camper... the next your whole life and worth is in complete disarray. Sometimes you feel like it isn't even worth it... Sometimes you feel like life couldn't be better. Oh, how wrong we are...
It all started when I recieved the letter from Hogwarts, stating that my first term would begin on September first and to make sure to have all the things listed on the other piece of parchment. As my father read the paper, his eyes glinted malevolently.
"This is our chance!" he said gleefully. "This is our chance to rid the world of that pest of a child, the one who is the cause of our Master not being able to fully function, seeing as he hasn't a body anymore. And you, my little Dragon, will be the main player in our little plan." He smiled coldly, no doubt acting out his plan in his mind's eye, seeing Harry Potter's lifeless body in front of him as his master watches on with pride and and malevolence.
Frankly, the whole thing just plain scared me. I mean, really. I'm an 11-year-old child whose basically just learning the finer points of the dark arts, and all of a sudden I'm being shipped off to Hogwarts to befriend and destroy Harry Potter. Not that I would want to betray my father, but the whole fact that the savior of his "Master" rested on my shoulders scared me to death. What would become of me if I failed? What, on the other hand, would become of me if I succeeded? Would I be renowned as the child who handed Harry Potter over to Voldemort, or would I be loathed and shunned for the rest of my life? Undoubtedly the latter would be the reality of it.
"Well, well my dear Draco, here is your chance to show me your worth," my father sneered. "If you can pull this off, maybe, just maybe, your beatings would be less frequent and less painful."
I shivered involuntarily. That man could hurt me in ways even he didn't understand. Well, that's not surprising, seeing as he's never been in love, or loved at all for that matter. He never once actually loved my mother, just used her body to create an heir. The only reason he keeps her as his wife is forpublic purposes only. He never really loved me, although he would mock me by saying things like, "My little Dragon" or "I'm so proud of my son Draco." Fuh, like he really gives a damn about me, the real me. Oh well, I guess you can't have everything in life.
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Don't you just love cliffhangers? I do! Especially when I get to write them!! Anyway, please review on your way out! I could really use some constructive feedback from you guys!! *hugs*
Bekka
What you lookin' down here for? Oh yeah! To review!!
It all started when I recieved the letter from Hogwarts, stating that my first term would begin on September first and to make sure to have all the things listed on the other piece of parchment. As my father read the paper, his eyes glinted malevolently.
"This is our chance!" he said gleefully. "This is our chance to rid the world of that pest of a child, the one who is the cause of our Master not being able to fully function, seeing as he hasn't a body anymore. And you, my little Dragon, will be the main player in our little plan." He smiled coldly, no doubt acting out his plan in his mind's eye, seeing Harry Potter's lifeless body in front of him as his master watches on with pride and and malevolence.
Frankly, the whole thing just plain scared me. I mean, really. I'm an 11-year-old child whose basically just learning the finer points of the dark arts, and all of a sudden I'm being shipped off to Hogwarts to befriend and destroy Harry Potter. Not that I would want to betray my father, but the whole fact that the savior of his "Master" rested on my shoulders scared me to death. What would become of me if I failed? What, on the other hand, would become of me if I succeeded? Would I be renowned as the child who handed Harry Potter over to Voldemort, or would I be loathed and shunned for the rest of my life? Undoubtedly the latter would be the reality of it.
"Well, well my dear Draco, here is your chance to show me your worth," my father sneered. "If you can pull this off, maybe, just maybe, your beatings would be less frequent and less painful."
I shivered involuntarily. That man could hurt me in ways even he didn't understand. Well, that's not surprising, seeing as he's never been in love, or loved at all for that matter. He never once actually loved my mother, just used her body to create an heir. The only reason he keeps her as his wife is forpublic purposes only. He never really loved me, although he would mock me by saying things like, "My little Dragon" or "I'm so proud of my son Draco." Fuh, like he really gives a damn about me, the real me. Oh well, I guess you can't have everything in life.
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Don't you just love cliffhangers? I do! Especially when I get to write them!! Anyway, please review on your way out! I could really use some constructive feedback from you guys!! *hugs*
Bekka
What you lookin' down here for? Oh yeah! To review!!