Chapter 1
A.N. Hey, this is just a little story I thought of. Someone else might have already written it. But there is way too many Harry Potter stories out there to check my originality. But I do have a really odd twist that hopefully no on has thought of yet. Please read and review it. And I would like it if you didn't flame me, but if you think it sucks that badly, well do whatever you want. This first chapter, I know has been done before, but it needs to be there, or this whole story won't make any SENSE! I'll try to update soon. Well I'll stop babbling right after I post the disclaimer. Oh I just edited this chapter due to mistakes that happened in uploading.
Disclaimer: I don't live in Britain, I'm only 13, and have never published a book. Does this sound like J.K. Rowling, No! So I don't own anything but the plot.
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Dear Diary,
I'm having more and more trouble with him. He is so out of control, I'm afraid to leave my room. The lock on the door right now is bolted shut because of him. You're the only one I have to turn too. My friends, were only there because he told them to be there for me. And all of my family is with HIM.I thought I heard something, oh no, is he coming back?
The boy sat straight up and stared at the oak door, with fear. He quickly stuffed his diary under the mattress. When the noise resided he sank back into his silk pillows clutching his heart and breathing hard and fast. When the boy got over the sudden fear he had just experienced, he looked about his room, with disgust and pride. His wood bed was littered with silken sheets, which were black, green, and gray. That bed was designed to look like a monstrous creature. The legs of the bed were in the shape of demons legs an feet and at the head of the bed was a great snakehead. There was a fine pine chest at the foot of his bed that had book of spells, potions, etc in it, and robes. The marble floor was covered with tables and a desk. Most of them held objects belonging to the dark arts. Also there was a Nimbus 2001 on display overtop his door. The boy was shakily reaching for his hidden diary, before he apparated.
"Hello Draco," he said with a smile on his face. The kind of smile that you want to run away from and never look back.
"Hello.father," Draco answered while staring at the floor shivering.
"Now, we are going to have a little father and son talk, ok?"
"Ok!" Draco replied.
"So how are you Draco?" asked his father.
"Fine I guess," answered Draco.
"I guess? Well tell me how do you seriously feel," questioned Lucius with an ever increasing temper that even a fool could see.
"I'm fine father," replied Draco in a quavering voice.
"Oh this is rich!" laughed his father, "Two days ago you were insisting and I think hoping also that you were adopted! What's with this sudden change in attidude Draco."
"Nothing, I just..umm..realized I was wrong in saying I was adopted," replied Draco.
"Nothing! Don't tell me crap like that! What changed your mind, really?" insisted Lucius.
"I was just angry when I said that," muttered Draco.
"Oh my, something was came over. You're actually using polite words. And I have noticed that you haven't invited those 2 friends of yours over recently. Crabbe and Goyle, right?" inquired his father.
"Yes, they're just busy at the moment. You-know-who is out and about again, sir. And they, being death-eaters and all that crap, have to insist him," answered Draco.
"You-know-who? We speak of Voldemort as the Dark Lord not you-know- who or he-who-must-not-be-named like some common mudblood. And why don't you go and play with Crabbe and Goyle and beat up all of those pitiful good guys, with them."
"You know why," muttered Draco through clenched teeth. Draco was starting to regain his courage.
"No, actually I don't. Now come with me to this nice mirror of yours," said Lucius (that was his name, you see) as he led his son to the gold framed mirror beside the bed. "Now tell me what do you see..Draco?"
Draco stared into the mirror and replied in a shaking voice, "I see a b-b-blond boy with..umm.. pale feat-t-t-ures. H-he has gray eyes and..ahh.. a cocky grin-n."
"My, my Draco that is not at all what I see," exclaimed his father, "Do you want to know what I see."
Draco who at this moment was literally peeing his pants with fright, merely rotated his head side to side.
"I see..." began Lucius in a kind voice at first, and then all of a sudden it changed to a scream, "A lousy, scared, stupid kid who just peed his pants. And do you know why he is scared Draco? He's scared of ME! His own father! And do you know why? That boy refuses to be a death-eater and follow his father's footsteps. Well, know what that boy is going to be a death-eater whether he likes it or not," raved Lucius as he started pulling out his wand. "And know what? You are too much like him for comfort. So a little spell is in order. Don't worry it won't tickle. It'll just feel like being..killed..except you won't be dead. CRUCIO!"
The Cruciatus curse caught Draco in the stomach. He fell to the floor, and then it hit him. The pain was unbearable. He started twitching violently and screaming "MAKE IT STOP!" screamed Draco, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!"
"If you become a death-eater all of this pain will stop," said Lucius.
"NO! I'LL NEVER BE A DEATH EATER! AHHHHHHHH!" yelled Draco.
"Have it your way then," Lucius said quietly.
A long half and hour later, Lucius raised his wand and muttered a word or two, and Draco found himself in heaven. Lucius politely said, "I have to go now Draco, I trust you'll have a good day. It is after all the last day of summer vacation, then you start your 6th year at Hogwarts"
Draco could do no more then shake his head, before his father left his room. Draco fainted 2 minutes later and stayed there for most of the day until Plimey their new house-elf revived him.
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A.N. How'd you like the story, be sure to review. I know this really doesn't sound like Draco, but hey he's scared and being tortured. Oh and sorry, this chapter is kinda short.
A.N. Hey, this is just a little story I thought of. Someone else might have already written it. But there is way too many Harry Potter stories out there to check my originality. But I do have a really odd twist that hopefully no on has thought of yet. Please read and review it. And I would like it if you didn't flame me, but if you think it sucks that badly, well do whatever you want. This first chapter, I know has been done before, but it needs to be there, or this whole story won't make any SENSE! I'll try to update soon. Well I'll stop babbling right after I post the disclaimer. Oh I just edited this chapter due to mistakes that happened in uploading.
Disclaimer: I don't live in Britain, I'm only 13, and have never published a book. Does this sound like J.K. Rowling, No! So I don't own anything but the plot.
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Dear Diary,
I'm having more and more trouble with him. He is so out of control, I'm afraid to leave my room. The lock on the door right now is bolted shut because of him. You're the only one I have to turn too. My friends, were only there because he told them to be there for me. And all of my family is with HIM.I thought I heard something, oh no, is he coming back?
The boy sat straight up and stared at the oak door, with fear. He quickly stuffed his diary under the mattress. When the noise resided he sank back into his silk pillows clutching his heart and breathing hard and fast. When the boy got over the sudden fear he had just experienced, he looked about his room, with disgust and pride. His wood bed was littered with silken sheets, which were black, green, and gray. That bed was designed to look like a monstrous creature. The legs of the bed were in the shape of demons legs an feet and at the head of the bed was a great snakehead. There was a fine pine chest at the foot of his bed that had book of spells, potions, etc in it, and robes. The marble floor was covered with tables and a desk. Most of them held objects belonging to the dark arts. Also there was a Nimbus 2001 on display overtop his door. The boy was shakily reaching for his hidden diary, before he apparated.
"Hello Draco," he said with a smile on his face. The kind of smile that you want to run away from and never look back.
"Hello.father," Draco answered while staring at the floor shivering.
"Now, we are going to have a little father and son talk, ok?"
"Ok!" Draco replied.
"So how are you Draco?" asked his father.
"Fine I guess," answered Draco.
"I guess? Well tell me how do you seriously feel," questioned Lucius with an ever increasing temper that even a fool could see.
"I'm fine father," replied Draco in a quavering voice.
"Oh this is rich!" laughed his father, "Two days ago you were insisting and I think hoping also that you were adopted! What's with this sudden change in attidude Draco."
"Nothing, I just..umm..realized I was wrong in saying I was adopted," replied Draco.
"Nothing! Don't tell me crap like that! What changed your mind, really?" insisted Lucius.
"I was just angry when I said that," muttered Draco.
"Oh my, something was came over. You're actually using polite words. And I have noticed that you haven't invited those 2 friends of yours over recently. Crabbe and Goyle, right?" inquired his father.
"Yes, they're just busy at the moment. You-know-who is out and about again, sir. And they, being death-eaters and all that crap, have to insist him," answered Draco.
"You-know-who? We speak of Voldemort as the Dark Lord not you-know- who or he-who-must-not-be-named like some common mudblood. And why don't you go and play with Crabbe and Goyle and beat up all of those pitiful good guys, with them."
"You know why," muttered Draco through clenched teeth. Draco was starting to regain his courage.
"No, actually I don't. Now come with me to this nice mirror of yours," said Lucius (that was his name, you see) as he led his son to the gold framed mirror beside the bed. "Now tell me what do you see..Draco?"
Draco stared into the mirror and replied in a shaking voice, "I see a b-b-blond boy with..umm.. pale feat-t-t-ures. H-he has gray eyes and..ahh.. a cocky grin-n."
"My, my Draco that is not at all what I see," exclaimed his father, "Do you want to know what I see."
Draco who at this moment was literally peeing his pants with fright, merely rotated his head side to side.
"I see..." began Lucius in a kind voice at first, and then all of a sudden it changed to a scream, "A lousy, scared, stupid kid who just peed his pants. And do you know why he is scared Draco? He's scared of ME! His own father! And do you know why? That boy refuses to be a death-eater and follow his father's footsteps. Well, know what that boy is going to be a death-eater whether he likes it or not," raved Lucius as he started pulling out his wand. "And know what? You are too much like him for comfort. So a little spell is in order. Don't worry it won't tickle. It'll just feel like being..killed..except you won't be dead. CRUCIO!"
The Cruciatus curse caught Draco in the stomach. He fell to the floor, and then it hit him. The pain was unbearable. He started twitching violently and screaming "MAKE IT STOP!" screamed Draco, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!"
"If you become a death-eater all of this pain will stop," said Lucius.
"NO! I'LL NEVER BE A DEATH EATER! AHHHHHHHH!" yelled Draco.
"Have it your way then," Lucius said quietly.
A long half and hour later, Lucius raised his wand and muttered a word or two, and Draco found himself in heaven. Lucius politely said, "I have to go now Draco, I trust you'll have a good day. It is after all the last day of summer vacation, then you start your 6th year at Hogwarts"
Draco could do no more then shake his head, before his father left his room. Draco fainted 2 minutes later and stayed there for most of the day until Plimey their new house-elf revived him.
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A.N. How'd you like the story, be sure to review. I know this really doesn't sound like Draco, but hey he's scared and being tortured. Oh and sorry, this chapter is kinda short.
