Flawless flesh of ashen hue shape the lithe figure. Threads of platinum blonde frame a slightly pointed face. Pools of argent azure eternally flickering with menace. Those irises windows into a souless abyss of turmoil. Garbed in draping robes of ebony linen. Upon his left breast a patch of dusky emerald and silver, depicting a majestic serpent, and certifying his belonging in its Hogwarts house.

Within a sea of twisted thoughts, now lost forever within the depths of eternally menacing demeanor. Once existed within him, a small flame of hope, and serenity. A slight glimpse of innocence, and naive bliss. But that had been destroyed, drained from him by a brutal father, and a conditionally loving mother.

He had tought himself to surpress his inner torment, to make in audible those screams of strife. And so this agnst and unhappiness had seated itself within his very heart, glazing it over with heavy layers of ice. He felt nothing, not any sort of emotion at all. Once frightened, once longing, once eager... That had all been taken from him as an infant. No, he had been beatened and emotionally tormented a numerous amount of times. He could no longer experience any of these.

Clutching within his palid fingers to a soft, silken blanket of brilliant green, he brought it forward, closing it in his chest. He had been dwelling in the otherwise vacant dormitories for Slytherin males of their fifth year. Lost deep within a painful muse of past, present, and future. It was all shattered ruins. Behind, he saw horrible memories of pain and suffering. In the present day he saw enslavement to this magnificent castle, that had become Hell for him in these last years. And ahead, a void of raven tint.

Glancing out a large window, he spied the sky lit with blazing velveteen and scarlet, clashing viciously as the large orb of light sank into the treetops of the Forbidden Forest.

Draco Malfoy.