11 years later.
Draco looked up at the ceiling, closed his eyes and breathed in deeply trying not to remember the abuse. It was over; his father wouldn't hurt him anymore, he couldn't he was dead. So was his Mother as well as Lord Voldermort. It had been a month since it all happened. There was a battle between the Light and Dark. The Light had won and Voldermort as well as his follower were dead. Draco could finally act, think and feel as he wished, but it would be hard. All he would be known as now and probably forever is the snotty, rich, stuck up kid whose father died fighting for the dark side. They didn't know how scarred he was inside. He did have a heart and it did work. He felt pain like everyone else, but he was in so deep there was probably no return.
Draco abandoned his thoughts suddenly when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." He said sounding depressed. His aunt who he was currently staying with opened the door. She was his father's sister, but unlike his father was she was kind hearted. When she graduated Hogwarts she was given her half of the Malfoy fortune and shut out from the rest of the family. She was an old widowed lady in her sixties with no children. She walked in.
"Draco, we need to go to Diagon Alley and get your school thing for this year. We shall go by floo power, quickly now!" She then turned and walked out of the room. Draco got up and slouched after her, walked down the stairs and followed his aunt though the fire to Diagon Alley.
His aunt was waiting when he arrived. She saw the depressed look on his face and hers softened.
"Draco, you can wander around a bit and I will get your things, alright?" She asked. Draco replied by nodding and they went there separate ways. Draco strolled down the alley and decided to go to Flourish and Blotts the bookshop. He instantly regretted it because standing there was his three worst enemies. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley he was about to turn when Hermione spotted him and stared Harry also. Draco couldn't possibly leave now so he walked past avoiding eye contact. When he was out of site he heard them talk.
"The full tide of remorseful passion has abated him." Said Hermione quietly shaking her head. Ron looked at her his eyebrows raised. She sighed and mumbled something about foolish boys and reading. Draco looked at her confused behind the row of books were he was crouched. 'She knew the quote!' He thought to himself quietly. 'I thought I was the only one who read that book.' He waited till they were gone then walked out to find his aunt.
The ride to Hogwarts was cruel for Draco for had to sit by himself, clearly Crabbe and Golye would not sit with him. The only reason they hanged around with him was because of his father and his father was dead. He was always so wicked to them and now he was an equal. Ordinary, no he couldn't be ordinary. Ordinary people had families and friends. Draco had nobody. When they got to Hogwarts he ate by himself and then went to bed. He thankfully had his own dormitory because his father had payed for it when he started school. He lay in bed staring at the green ceiling, thoughts clogging his head. What was the point of living? Lost friends and family? Loneliness? He couldn't think of one. He was drifting away from reality.
Draco looked up at the ceiling, closed his eyes and breathed in deeply trying not to remember the abuse. It was over; his father wouldn't hurt him anymore, he couldn't he was dead. So was his Mother as well as Lord Voldermort. It had been a month since it all happened. There was a battle between the Light and Dark. The Light had won and Voldermort as well as his follower were dead. Draco could finally act, think and feel as he wished, but it would be hard. All he would be known as now and probably forever is the snotty, rich, stuck up kid whose father died fighting for the dark side. They didn't know how scarred he was inside. He did have a heart and it did work. He felt pain like everyone else, but he was in so deep there was probably no return.
Draco abandoned his thoughts suddenly when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." He said sounding depressed. His aunt who he was currently staying with opened the door. She was his father's sister, but unlike his father was she was kind hearted. When she graduated Hogwarts she was given her half of the Malfoy fortune and shut out from the rest of the family. She was an old widowed lady in her sixties with no children. She walked in.
"Draco, we need to go to Diagon Alley and get your school thing for this year. We shall go by floo power, quickly now!" She then turned and walked out of the room. Draco got up and slouched after her, walked down the stairs and followed his aunt though the fire to Diagon Alley.
His aunt was waiting when he arrived. She saw the depressed look on his face and hers softened.
"Draco, you can wander around a bit and I will get your things, alright?" She asked. Draco replied by nodding and they went there separate ways. Draco strolled down the alley and decided to go to Flourish and Blotts the bookshop. He instantly regretted it because standing there was his three worst enemies. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley he was about to turn when Hermione spotted him and stared Harry also. Draco couldn't possibly leave now so he walked past avoiding eye contact. When he was out of site he heard them talk.
"The full tide of remorseful passion has abated him." Said Hermione quietly shaking her head. Ron looked at her his eyebrows raised. She sighed and mumbled something about foolish boys and reading. Draco looked at her confused behind the row of books were he was crouched. 'She knew the quote!' He thought to himself quietly. 'I thought I was the only one who read that book.' He waited till they were gone then walked out to find his aunt.
The ride to Hogwarts was cruel for Draco for had to sit by himself, clearly Crabbe and Golye would not sit with him. The only reason they hanged around with him was because of his father and his father was dead. He was always so wicked to them and now he was an equal. Ordinary, no he couldn't be ordinary. Ordinary people had families and friends. Draco had nobody. When they got to Hogwarts he ate by himself and then went to bed. He thankfully had his own dormitory because his father had payed for it when he started school. He lay in bed staring at the green ceiling, thoughts clogging his head. What was the point of living? Lost friends and family? Loneliness? He couldn't think of one. He was drifting away from reality.