Hi! This is my second story. I wrote "I Won't Cry". That title is very bad.I'm really bad at titles.. Maybe someone can help me with that.

I forgot the disclaimer on my last story.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything about Harry Potter Please don't sue!

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He let me fall, from six feet in the air. The marble floor was hard and cold; I wanted to be like this floor. I heard my father laugh, he was laughing at his son's pain. I was just his plaything. I was just something he owned and could get rid of whenever he wanted.
I don't know what this beating was for. Maybe it was because of my marks, or I talked back, or he had lost something, or he was bored. He wanted me to cry out. To scream, but I wouldn't. I would have to be strong.
"Crucio!" I heard him say as nonchalantly as if it was an everyday word. For him it was. I refused to scream. He would get bored with this soon. He always did. But the pain was so strong, so intense.
I could no longer see or hear. I screamed and pleaded for him to stop. I apologized and promised to be better. He laughed his horrible laugh and took the curse off of me. I lay on the floor twitching and I was crying. The tears fell uncontrollably.
My eyesight started to return but I still could not hear. I slowly moved my hand to my ear. I felt blood. My ears were bleeding! I looked at the floor; there was so much of my blood. I looked in the window; I had blood all over my body. It was coming from my eyes, ears, and mouth.
"Get up, Draco!" He ordered. I tried to raise myself by my arms but collapsed. He kicked me in the ribs. "You're so pathetic! If you didn't look like me I would swear you weren't mine!"
I tried to stand again and he grabbed my upper arm and yanked me up. "Let that be a lesson to you, Draco." He said softly, "Clean up this mess." He dropped my arm and marched out of the room.

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I don't know what I did, only that he was mad. Later I found out it was about a deal that went through. But then all I cared about was trying to get away. Blow after blow came and I didn't know how much more I could take. Every time I yelled or cried out he hit me harder and harder. I could hear Aunt Petunia yelling at him to stop, but he didn't listen. Dudley just laughed, an evil cold laugh. The men of this house were getting pleasure from my pain in one way or another. My uncle hit he hard on the side of my head and everything went black. I only remember him cursing and moving away. I heard my aunt crying and Dudley mumbling something. When I awoke I was still laying in the kitchen. No one had moved me. They had left me in my blood. I didn't know how long I was laying there like that until I heard a quiet sob. I looked up and saw my aunt; she was sitting at the table crying. "Harry, you have to forgive him." She said through her handkerchief, "I don't like you getting hit. You know that right?" She looked up at me with pleading eyes. I just nodded. I couldn't bring myself to talk, I was afraid of what I would say. "You're growing into a handsome young man, Harry. You look just like your father." She got up and touched his face, very gently, "Clean this mess up before you go to bed." And she left me.

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Okay that was my second fic. Woo! If it sucked then please tell me. I don't know why the paragraphs are gone now, but I can assure you they were there when I typed it! RAHR!