Disclaimer: Draco do not belong to me (or this would be in the fifth book) and every thing else that you recognize also, including some quotes.
MY FIRST (SERIOUS) HP FIC
OBS. people told me that this had a lot of mistakes so I tried to correct them, I don't know if I succeeded. I need a beta reader...
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SLOUCHING BEAST
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One: Draco's house A.K.A Run
It was the last of summer vocation, next morning he would be heading to Hogwarts. Since he was younger leaning in this window he thought the same thing `The best view from this window still looks like hell`. It was not because his parents ware evil, they ware kind to him, it was not that he didn't had something; he had everything he needed and wanted. It was his future. Better lack of it. His father pulled him in; by the end of the year he would be the newest death eater.
The worse was that he could not even enjoy his last master-less days as he wanted. He had to obey, be discreet because he was going to see him someway, somewhere in the shadows.
'It's gonna swallow me whole, the ground will open and I'll fall down directly to his hands' those ware his visions of the happening to come and he just wanted to enjoy him self for the last time.
He got away from the window and started to walk around his room, trying to memorize it. He had had a happy life there and now it was going to change. He even had a new room, his own choice. Letting the place where he grow up untouched. His new room seemed to suit more with his soon-to-be situation. It had nothing personal not even pictures. While this room was full of him even if it had been empty would still be painful to come and remember how his life used to be perfect.
It had taken him a short time to see how pathetic he was. And he was way too weak. First he didn't want o became a Death Eater but it was one of his father orders so he agreed; then he tried to find a potion a potion to make him die. He researched and found one, two, three ... he made one, he served it double the necessary; but in the end he gave up and was now a Death Eater in training.
Lucius had the greatest plans for him, be the next dark lord. After Voldemort got what he wanted he and his son would join and kill him, Draco was going to be the new and improved Dark Lord. Lucius was proud of his plan. After all no one saw what his real gold was, not even the powerful Voldemort.
Draco wasn't happy, he wasn't sad either. He had just accepted. Since he was small he was not encouraged to have dreams, don't build something for the future. So he didn't. He just knew about the present and past. He left a final sight and left his loved room to never step in it again. Locking the door he felt strange thinking that in some years it would be all covered with dust 'Well wish me death and I'll be healed'.
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So that's the first part small but I like it just the way it is.
About Lucius dream, even being a death eater I think that parents always want the best for their children, they don't want see them suffer as a slave, they want them to be the one making suffer.
MY FIRST (SERIOUS) HP FIC
OBS. people told me that this had a lot of mistakes so I tried to correct them, I don't know if I succeeded. I need a beta reader...
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SLOUCHING BEAST
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One: Draco's house A.K.A Run
It was the last of summer vocation, next morning he would be heading to Hogwarts. Since he was younger leaning in this window he thought the same thing `The best view from this window still looks like hell`. It was not because his parents ware evil, they ware kind to him, it was not that he didn't had something; he had everything he needed and wanted. It was his future. Better lack of it. His father pulled him in; by the end of the year he would be the newest death eater.
The worse was that he could not even enjoy his last master-less days as he wanted. He had to obey, be discreet because he was going to see him someway, somewhere in the shadows.
'It's gonna swallow me whole, the ground will open and I'll fall down directly to his hands' those ware his visions of the happening to come and he just wanted to enjoy him self for the last time.
He got away from the window and started to walk around his room, trying to memorize it. He had had a happy life there and now it was going to change. He even had a new room, his own choice. Letting the place where he grow up untouched. His new room seemed to suit more with his soon-to-be situation. It had nothing personal not even pictures. While this room was full of him even if it had been empty would still be painful to come and remember how his life used to be perfect.
It had taken him a short time to see how pathetic he was. And he was way too weak. First he didn't want o became a Death Eater but it was one of his father orders so he agreed; then he tried to find a potion a potion to make him die. He researched and found one, two, three ... he made one, he served it double the necessary; but in the end he gave up and was now a Death Eater in training.
Lucius had the greatest plans for him, be the next dark lord. After Voldemort got what he wanted he and his son would join and kill him, Draco was going to be the new and improved Dark Lord. Lucius was proud of his plan. After all no one saw what his real gold was, not even the powerful Voldemort.
Draco wasn't happy, he wasn't sad either. He had just accepted. Since he was small he was not encouraged to have dreams, don't build something for the future. So he didn't. He just knew about the present and past. He left a final sight and left his loved room to never step in it again. Locking the door he felt strange thinking that in some years it would be all covered with dust 'Well wish me death and I'll be healed'.
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So that's the first part small but I like it just the way it is.
About Lucius dream, even being a death eater I think that parents always want the best for their children, they don't want see them suffer as a slave, they want them to be the one making suffer.