As I swept into the room I saw a first year shudder as my presence filled
the room. All conversations in the Slytherin common room came to a halt,
out of respect and out of fear. I don't deserve respect, but I get; I get
it from a family lineage unmatched by any other, one that is full of lies
and murders, hidden by a good name. I hate that name and everything it
stands for. Malfoy, my name is Draco Malfoy. I am the sole heir to the
Malfoy line and I will not disgrace the family name. Ever since I was
born I have been trained, molded into everything a Malfoy should be. My
Father taught me to do anything to uphold the family name, including kill.
I feel my hand tighten to a fist. I quicken my pace but stop short
suddenly, in front of me on the black wall hangs a round mirror, incased in
a beautiful golden frame. My eyes wander my own reflection with scrutiny,
Father you have done well, I thought I am everything you want me to be my
platinum blonde hair swept back to Malfoy perfection, a scowl played at my
lips. I was never tall but every inch of my body was well defined. As I
looked in the mirror I wondered what other saw when they looked at me. Did
they see the pain that was my life, could they hear my parents screaming
could they see the scars that ran down my stomach and back. Could they hear
the echo of a broken child screaming please no more? "No." I speak out
loud as I shatter the mirror with my fist. All they see is a Malfoy, a
demon, a future death-eater, a terror that will be in Azkaban soon. They
will never see what is truly me. No one will, years of physical and mental
abuse have worked Father, its you that help me put up all these walls I've
built. The only glimpse of me, truly me is my eyes; Blue eyes, like my
mothers, and in them you could see the storm that had been my life for the
last sixteen years, the pain that was hidden to the world. I stalked to my
room and started the fire. I settled down and sulked until the fire had
become dying embers.
The next morning started early, I did my normal daily routine of taking a
shower, getting dressed, combing my hair. Then I left the dormitories for
breakfast. The great hall was crowded as I walked to the Slytherin table. I
scanned the audience, until my eyes fell upon the "dream team". Just
thinking of them made me smirk. Weasel and Potter were listening intently
to something the mud-blood was saying. Watching more closely anger started
boiling inside of me, I hated them; no matter what I did they were better
than me. Heromine was always smarter, Potter better at Quditich, Weasel,
well he isn't much but he is loved in fact he is surrounded by people who
love him. I find a seat slightly away from the group and begin picking at
my plate. I sit there for an hour my eyes fixed ahead of me my back strait
my head held high barley moving, lost in my own thoughts. Wondering what
it'd be like to be a member of the dream team.
"Young Malfoy shouldn't you be off to class?" Dumbledore asked snapping me
from my trance. Looking around I realized that the hall was completely
empty except my and the headmaster.
"Ahh yes, I guess I just spaced out there," I said quickly grabbing my bag
"I better be off wouldn't want to be late."
The day went on and on. No teacher really doing anything that exciting. I
was given two essays and book report to do. Potions was slightly
interesting, Longbottom acutely did a potion right I thought Snape was
about to die of shock, instead he gave all the grifindors detention for two
day saying someone obviously did it for him. The look on Potters face was
priceless.
After all my clases I headed for the library. I had been there a lot lately
trying to raise a few of my grades. I settled down and began working for
the next couple of hours. Rubbing my eyes I looked up on the clock on the
wall, it was ten thirty and way past our curfew.
Approaching the portrait I whispered the password Dragons blood and slid in
quietly. I went strait up to my private bedroom, the one and only perk of
being a Malfoy, undressed and settled down for a few hours of sleep.
Nightmares have haunted my sleep all my life, I sleep only when I must for
a few hours at most.
That is until tonight, even before I open my eyelids I can feel the sun in
the room, odd there is no sunlight in the dungeon I think to myself. Slowly
I sit up and open my eyes only to find everything blurry the only thing I
can make out is red, red is everywhere.
"Good Morning Harry," Ron's chipper voice comes from the other side of the
room.
"What the bloddy hell are you talking about WEASEL?" I bellow at him.
"Ha ha Harry that was a pretty good Malfoy but I don't think your nose was
high enough in the air of you head wasn't completely up your ass.." He
hands me a pair of black glasses, and I slid them up on my nose. My vision
suddenly came completely in focus. I was in Gryfindors common room, Weasel
I mean Weasley sat across the room staring at me oddly. I jump out of bed
and run over to the mirror, and start screaming my head off, IM FREAKING
HARRY POTTER!!!!
