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I can't believe he did that to me, I'm his only son. I have nothing to look forward to now I just sit in my room thinking of the life I can never have now. Harry and I will never be able to do any of the things we talked about, not now.
"Draco come now.", my father greets me as he enters my room.
If I go I know what will happened but not going would prove to be far worse so I have to go. Slowly, so I can avoid this as long as possible, I follow him down the hall and into a room where Lord Voldemort waits. My knees buckle and I almost fall when my gaze lands on him. Lucis seats me in a chair then he and the Dark Lord talk, presumably about me.
"-yes we must keep him away from Potter-", is one of the few phrases I hear. Before I can react, Voldemort has placed the dark mark on me. My father looks pleased but, I am not I wish I could just die right now.
Lucis leads me out of the room and back to my room. "I'll be back later to start you training.", is all he says before he leaves.
Ha that's what he thinks he'll never get the chance. I start looking through my draw and finally find what I was looking for, my straight razor. I've used it numerous times before when my father has decided I am 'not being good', which is usually when he feels like hitting me.
But now it will be used for a different purpose: my death. I run the blade across my wrist and a thin line of blood appears; I lick it off. Taste good, almost metallic. I make another cut farther up my arm and once again lick off the blood that appears there. Before I make the third cut I decided to write a letter to Harry.
Harry,
I love you more than you could ever know but, I could never be with you after what has happened: the dark mark was put on my arm. I'll never forget you and I hope you never forget me.
Love always,
Your beloved Dragon
As I am folding the letter a few drops of blood drop onto the letter, I disregard them and put the letter in an envelope and seal it. The letter gets tied to my owl and a few more drops of blood fall on the envelope before the owl flys away.
With that done, I go back to my previous task. With each cut the blood flows faster and my skin becomes paler. Oh Harry I love you so much I'm sorry...
On Privet Drive, Harry wakes up from a horrible dream about Draco. There is an owl taping at his window. He opens it and the owls flys in and drops a letter with blood stains on it into his hands.
Harry opens the letter and reads it, "No", he whispers softly and lets the paper flutter to the floor. The dream wasn't just a dream it was the harsh reality of what happened to his Draco.
I can't believe he did that to me, I'm his only son. I have nothing to look forward to now I just sit in my room thinking of the life I can never have now. Harry and I will never be able to do any of the things we talked about, not now.
"Draco come now.", my father greets me as he enters my room.
If I go I know what will happened but not going would prove to be far worse so I have to go. Slowly, so I can avoid this as long as possible, I follow him down the hall and into a room where Lord Voldemort waits. My knees buckle and I almost fall when my gaze lands on him. Lucis seats me in a chair then he and the Dark Lord talk, presumably about me.
"-yes we must keep him away from Potter-", is one of the few phrases I hear. Before I can react, Voldemort has placed the dark mark on me. My father looks pleased but, I am not I wish I could just die right now.
Lucis leads me out of the room and back to my room. "I'll be back later to start you training.", is all he says before he leaves.
Ha that's what he thinks he'll never get the chance. I start looking through my draw and finally find what I was looking for, my straight razor. I've used it numerous times before when my father has decided I am 'not being good', which is usually when he feels like hitting me.
But now it will be used for a different purpose: my death. I run the blade across my wrist and a thin line of blood appears; I lick it off. Taste good, almost metallic. I make another cut farther up my arm and once again lick off the blood that appears there. Before I make the third cut I decided to write a letter to Harry.
Harry,
I love you more than you could ever know but, I could never be with you after what has happened: the dark mark was put on my arm. I'll never forget you and I hope you never forget me.
Love always,
Your beloved Dragon
As I am folding the letter a few drops of blood drop onto the letter, I disregard them and put the letter in an envelope and seal it. The letter gets tied to my owl and a few more drops of blood fall on the envelope before the owl flys away.
With that done, I go back to my previous task. With each cut the blood flows faster and my skin becomes paler. Oh Harry I love you so much I'm sorry...
On Privet Drive, Harry wakes up from a horrible dream about Draco. There is an owl taping at his window. He opens it and the owls flys in and drops a letter with blood stains on it into his hands.
Harry opens the letter and reads it, "No", he whispers softly and lets the paper flutter to the floor. The dream wasn't just a dream it was the harsh reality of what happened to his Draco.