Pt. 15
"A-a student?" Hermoine's mouth dropped miles down. "The only one I can think of that would want to do that is Malfoy and well, obviously he can't. Look at him."
I didn't take what she said personally. I'm the only one I could think of as well. Let's face it really; I'm evil, cruel, rude, mean, a bully and a down right bastard. It wasn't my choice to be that way, it was my fathers. He said if I didn't live up to the Malfoy name I'd be living on the streets getting my food from the garbage, which is exactly what happened to my brother no one knows I have.
John was probably only five at the time when it happened. He was caught with a Madonna CD in one hand and a Michael Jackson in the other. Dressed head to toe in a pink prom dress that once belonged to our neighbors, my father kicked him out of the house never to be heard of again. I was three and learned my lesson then. Never disobey my father.
When people ask what happened to poor little Johnny, my father hexes them with a memory charm, whipping away the fact he even existed. Even my mother has forgotten about her first born. Being smart I haven't bothered to ask about him, saving me the time spent with him locked deep in my heart.
"Professor! Granger! Malfoy!" a loud shriek came out of the Gryffindor tower and the one it belonged to was soon in sight. Nearly Headless Nick was rushing towards us whiter than he usually was. "There's been another suicide, two!"
Professor quickly rushed up into the tower with Hermoine and I dragging behind. We stopped at the boys' room and took a moment to gather ourselves before drifting in.
It was the Weasley twins. They were trying to poke their bodies only to discover their fingers went through it. Big ass grins covered their faces as they put their fingers through their eyes.
I see two guns lying on the floor next to the bodies. They shot each other without a doubt. There's gun entry wounds in each of their chests and a puddle of blood around each of them.
"What happened here?" Professor quipped, but before the twins could answer they were interrupted by a small whimper.
Cho Chang stood behind us, but not as a witch, as a ghost.
"A-a student?" Hermoine's mouth dropped miles down. "The only one I can think of that would want to do that is Malfoy and well, obviously he can't. Look at him."
I didn't take what she said personally. I'm the only one I could think of as well. Let's face it really; I'm evil, cruel, rude, mean, a bully and a down right bastard. It wasn't my choice to be that way, it was my fathers. He said if I didn't live up to the Malfoy name I'd be living on the streets getting my food from the garbage, which is exactly what happened to my brother no one knows I have.
John was probably only five at the time when it happened. He was caught with a Madonna CD in one hand and a Michael Jackson in the other. Dressed head to toe in a pink prom dress that once belonged to our neighbors, my father kicked him out of the house never to be heard of again. I was three and learned my lesson then. Never disobey my father.
When people ask what happened to poor little Johnny, my father hexes them with a memory charm, whipping away the fact he even existed. Even my mother has forgotten about her first born. Being smart I haven't bothered to ask about him, saving me the time spent with him locked deep in my heart.
"Professor! Granger! Malfoy!" a loud shriek came out of the Gryffindor tower and the one it belonged to was soon in sight. Nearly Headless Nick was rushing towards us whiter than he usually was. "There's been another suicide, two!"
Professor quickly rushed up into the tower with Hermoine and I dragging behind. We stopped at the boys' room and took a moment to gather ourselves before drifting in.
It was the Weasley twins. They were trying to poke their bodies only to discover their fingers went through it. Big ass grins covered their faces as they put their fingers through their eyes.
I see two guns lying on the floor next to the bodies. They shot each other without a doubt. There's gun entry wounds in each of their chests and a puddle of blood around each of them.
"What happened here?" Professor quipped, but before the twins could answer they were interrupted by a small whimper.
Cho Chang stood behind us, but not as a witch, as a ghost.
