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Abby

DISLAIMER: yes well, if this was mine, I'd be writing the sixth book not writing Draco Malfoy fanfiction, I mean PLEEEZ. Although I wouldn't mind Draco being mine…**savors the moment***  fine! FINE"! You keep him rowling! GREEDY!

I look down at my grave, my name so perfectly carved on it, so that after years it will still be there. The clothes that I am wearing were perfect in a matter of just a few hours ago. Now they are muddy and torn, but I was buried with my wand, so an easy spell will do it.

"limpio completum!"

I know where I am. I am in my house. I am in my family's graveyard. Lucius and Elizabetta's graves have already been stirred. I walk slowly toward my mother's grave. I mutter a quick spell under my breath, and a perfect white rose appears in my hand.

It reminds me of my mother, she would have loved it, it being so pure and fragile, something you barely dare to touch, in fear of it's collapsing. Just like my mother, only she did collapse.

I lay the rose beside her grave, and then it happens again. A small tear, one single one, falls from my right eye. It lingers in my cheek and then falls on the rose, making one if it's fine petals bounce, for a fraction of a second.

"You loved her."

It is not a question, it is a statement. I turn around to see Elizabetta smirking.

I stare at her as if expecting her to say something better, but the truth is I just don't know what to say. What can I say?

"Really Draco, I never knew this side of you. Right now, all you look like is like… a weak little boy, weeping for his mothers death. I thank god that isn't true, or you would be worthless."

She just spoke all my weaknesses, all those that make me weak in the knee. That bitch. That BITCH!

"You soulless Bitch!"

She pulls on a very fake and sarcastic 'offended' face. Then she starts laughing. A dark laugh, that can barely be distinguished but that pierces your brain like a bullet through fresh skin. 

"Shut up Elizabetta"

she laughed louder

"ELIZABETTA!"

she stopped abruptly and looked hurt.

"Draco,  you failed us."

"No Elizabetta, that's where you are wrong. I failed myself, the people I killed, their relatives, and all on their side. I failed nobody else."

"But there, YOU are wrong, you joined us, you have both of our marks, receiving them means you to be loyal. You are not being loyal Draco! You didn't come to the meeting, you ran away! Crying! Malfoys do not cry!"

Realization dawns on me, I don't belong here, or anywhere, perhaps where I just came from—my grave.

"Draco, you do not deserve the mark."

"No…no I don't"

"You do not even want it! Do you? You worthless scum."

"No, I don't"

She slaps me in the face. Hard. Then she comes closer to me and smiles. It makes me cringe, the classic Malfoy smirk.

"As you wish"

She speaks a long line of strange words and then, as she looks me in the eye, my arm, where the mark is, starts to throb. First with subtleness, then voracity. Deliberately acute pain. The electricity to reason drains from me, and I lose my glow, and I grow weak again.

I fall to the ground; and everything begins to go black, Elizabetta still smirking before me.

As I wake up, I feel better, and as I start to remember past events and I clutch my arm as I do so, the pain is gone. I no longer have the mark I had the night before. The night before……. IT'S ALMOST SUNRISE!

I have to get out of here, unless I want to fry. The sun would kill me almost instantly. Not the painful death I deserve, I run toward the manor at full speed, which is very fast for me. In only minutes, I reached my destination and I burst into the house, equally dark inside than outside.

I start to make my way to my room, but the sight of a cloaked figure stops me.

"Father"

"No Draco, not anymore"

"Excuse me?"

"You are no longer my son."

I ignore him and continue my way, but he bellows.

"You will walk no further into this house!"

I gape at him. Is he really disowning me? I can't go out, the suns already a fraction out, but it would already kill.

"I will do you a favor and let you stay exactly where you are until nightfall, that is as far as I am willing to take this. I will summon all  things that are strictly yours and of no use to me. At nightfall, you will leave along with your belongings, and I never will to see you again. If you ever come near these grounds again, I will hold you in the dungeons"

He smirks

"The dungeons have windows"   

About two hours later, a house elf walks briskly into the entrance hall, carrying what looked like a very heavy trunk. He bows as he leaves it in front of me.

Without thinking it over, I open the trunk, and I recognize everything in it. First I recognize all mi robes, folded tightly in one side of the trunk. Ball robes, school robes, pajamas, cloaks, underwear, quidditch uniforms, shoes, socks etc. the trunk obviously has a deepening spell, since there are really a lot of robes. Then I look left to the robes, and I see more of my belongings.

Quite a few spell books, and a few potions already bottled and labeled. Two spare wands, still in their ollivewander's (spelling anyone?) boxes. One small pocketknife with my name carefully carved on. And endless more little belongings.

But then on top of everything, a small package labeled 'PHOTOGRAPHS'

I open it, photos of me, photos of my mother, smiling and waving, or just looking solemn. But one particular one steals all my attention, mother seating on a small armchair, holding two identical twins. One in white, the other in black, but both calm.

I am looking for my twin. At nightfall, this search begins, I am tired of not knowing the truth, so I will look for it myself, although as my grandfather once said the only bad thing about searching for the truth is that you may actually find it. What am I looking for? What do I want to find? Will I find it?

I do not know, and frankly, I couldn't care less.

People who tell me the correct spelling of ollivewanders will get a dedication in my next chapter! LOL! Well, next chappie coming soon.

Any suggestions for a Malfoy girl twin *hint hint*?

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Abby

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