The day after the trial Harry was sitting in the library doing his homework when a surprising personage entered, he was writing a quite boring essay on the 445th Goblin Rebellion when Draco Malfoy sat across from him.
"What d-ddo y-you want M-malfoy?" he said without his eyes leaving the paper.
"How'd you know- it's that second sight thing right?"
"Yeah. Now wh-what is it?"
"I just want to tell you a story. Please hear me out because I think you would like to hear it." harry looked up surprised.
"Okay…"
Here goes. This is kind of hard for me but I want you to know so you won't hate me to much. I was seven years old when My sister Roselyn Margaret was born. I was fifteen when she was murdered.
When she was born I was awestruck with the little girl who had joined My family. She had pale blond hair and violet eyes. Here eyes looked so all knowing and so loving that you were instantly drawn in. I spent as much time as possible with her even though my father told me not to.
she grew slowly and we all thought HE took pity on her, but when she was four she got Her first beating. Lucius had always beaten me. I had deserved it I thought. When ever I did anything that constitiuted punishment or even if I was just in the wrong lace at the wrong time. I had to serve My father and therefore My Master well so I had to get used to the pain.
The worst nights were when Lucius would come out of his study because that was where he spent time brooding over the dissaperance of Voldemort and feeling sorry for himself because his master was gone. On those nights he was angry and I learned early to avoid him as much as possible on those nights.
I had been taught at a young age that I was the Malfoy heir and as this I must be like My dad in all respects. Which to him meant that I had to be perfect and he would do anything for that to happen.
So nearly every night after dinner when our family would sit by the fire he would strip of his belt and motion for me to come forward. Always the brave one iwould and I would accept the lashes. After he whipped me he would order a brandy from the houself and retire to the bedroom.
Every night Mum tried to stop him and every night he hurt her too. So she would sit back until he left.
'Mommy!' I would always cry then and I would run to her. She would hold me until my crying stopped and then she would bandage my back and sing me to sleep. This was how it was. Until Roselyn Margaret came along.
The night she got Her first beating was one of the nights he had spent in the study. She had been using the wall to find where she was going as usual. SHE did this because Roselyn Margaret was totally blind. My father had come out of his study mad as usually. She was so small that she was below my eye level at twelve and she was about four feet below his. So healmost knocked into her as she walked.
'Roselyn! You know you are to bow when I walk into your presence' this was another one of his quirks. One of his 'I am boss hear me roar' ideas. At the sound of his voice the she bowed.
'Sowwy Fathew I did not know you was Here.' She said in her dignified but baby voice. Cold person that he is he rejected her apology.
'Never the less. You must be punished' Then that night after he dealt the days punishment to me (I can't rememer for what.) he then picked up Roselyn. I had watched her unseeing eyes stare blankly but yet they seemed also to take in all. And I saw Her biting Her lip to stop from crying out she had to fight but through four lashes (it was always the same as our age) she still hadn't cried out.
When I got my first beating I had screamed bloody murder. When father had left I and Mum ran to Rosie who was sitting on the floor trembling tears coarsing slowly down her face.
'Baby are you okay?' My mother had asked.
'Yes Mommy. Daddy didn't do that on puwpuse. Somebody just teachd him wong is wight.'
'Rosie!' I had exclaimed 'Father wants what's best for us. Lord Voldemort is right.'
'I don't spect you to undewstand Dake.' Dake was what she called me she got tired of not saying 'r' so she shortened it to Dake and forever in My heart I will be Dake.
From then on I and Rosie had only gotten closer. I taught her how to hold a wand. She taught me how if I only listened the animals talked. Soon enough I as well as she could talk to animals.
My father however had only gotten more and more upset. More and more exasperated.
Rosies beatings got worse and worse. Until that day. he had killed her. The day he became Lucius. She had tripped over a rolled up rug and accidently broken a vase. At eight years old she wasn't even three and a half feet tall. But that night he stood by the fire and gave her the usual eight lashes. Then laughing he proclaimed that the crime was worth double the punishment.
She lost so much blood from those sixteen lashes that nothing could save her. Once Lucius left I ran to my baby sister and held her in my arms.
'Dake pwomise me you'll never join Voldemowt?' se still couldn't say 'r'
'Oh Roise I promise. Please don't leave.' I pleaded.
'I've got to but remember we'll meet again.'
'I love you!'
'You know I love you too.' Those were her last words to me." Draco sighed and stood from the chair. "that's all. She died last year and since then I haven't spoken to my father"
"Oh m-m-my god Dake." Harry called him this without thinking dnd Draco sort of smiled. "I n-never knew."
"I know even Crabbe and Goyle didn't know. Fater said she was attacked by a dog."
"Oh. Well i-if you ever w-want to talk."
"Thanks Potter. I just want to say I'm sorry."
"You are forgiven." With this a truce was made that cleaned a slate that had been filled with negitivity for that past six years.
