DISCLAIMER: Not mine. This is the five years of Hogwarts through the eyes
of a heavily abused child. These are the years in the life of Draco Malfoy,
from his diary.
To err is human. I am not human. I am a Malfoy. It is all I am, all I ever can be. To err is human. I am not human. I am a Malfoy.
*The Mask is in Place*
Draco woke to a familiar pecking on his window. He opened his eyes and saw a sea of pale green, white and black. Yawning, the small child went to the window, bare feet padding against the ground.
It was a store owl. The eleven year old knew them on sight. With a smile and a soft coo, he opened the window, giggling as the clipped talons met his bare skin.
"Draco?"
The smiled disappeared, the look of freedom gone. He removed the small brown paper package that said MASTER DRACO and shoved it under his covers.
"Yes, Father?" he said, his voice solemn.
"Why are you not dressed?" He spun about to see his father in the doorway.
Lucius Malfoy was not a particulary intimidating man, at least to the Ministry. He was quiet, elegant, and loving to his small child, who was a mirror image of him. But to young Draco, he was a god. His idol. He hated him and feared him, but glowed with pride and joy whenever he was rewarded for something right. In public his father was so mild and well mannered. He cuddled Draco and loved him. At home, Draco knew better. He watched his step.
"I just woke up, Father," he said, eyes lowered as he remembered the time he had looked into them without permission.
"I just woke up, Father," Lucius mimicked, and sneered. "No wonder people refuse to believe I have a son, what with this girlishness and tomfoolery."
"Sorry, Father."
"You best be. Hurry up, boy, get dressed!" Draco jumped to work, shedding his nightgown with a shiver and reaching for the nice Muggle clothes laid out. "For some reason, Merlin knows why, you were accepted to Hogwarts. I had hoped you would go to Durmstrang, but your mother-" the eyes turned icy and Draco hurried the change, buttoning his shirt franticly, "-your mother decided Hogwarts was best."
"I'm sure Mother's right," he murmered, trying to get his head through his sweater.
"Don't you mean 'Father', boy?"
Draco gulped. "Yes, Father. I meant Father."
"Listen, boy-" the cane that was carried near his fathers side snaked out and stopped the boy from getting his summer jacket. Draco stopped and automaticly looked down. "I would not sendyou to that school unless I felt that We would benefit if one of Our spies was implanted under that fools nose. Look at me, boy!" Draco immediately looked at his father. The elegant nostrils were flared and the eyes were screaming death. "Boy, you still better be the best at everything, you hear? I don't want any failing grades! No heir of mine will be an idiot!" Draco nodded, to afraid to speak. Lucius looked at him icily. "You coward. You better be the best, do you hear me? "
"Yes, Father." Draco gulped. "I'll do the best I can."
"In that case," Lucius said icily, " you will fail every class and be expelled. I want you to be THE BEST!" A rap on the head with the cane imprinted these words, with so many others, on his brain. "And Merlin help you if you aren't a Slytherin. Merlin help you."
Lucius turned on his heel and left, and Draco let the tears fall.
He zippered his jacket and went to the bed, pulling out the present. He disposed of the wrappings and ran his fingers over it. A blank book.
He slipped his wand in his pocket and took a quill, inscribing the motto of his life in the pages.
'To err is human. I am not human. I am a Malfoy. It is all I am, all I can ever be. To err is human. I am not human. I am a Malfoy.'
With this, he closed the book, slipped in into his pocket, and went for a farewell breakfast.
'Farewell to Malfoy Manor,' he thought as he walked slowly down the hall. 'Hello Hogwarts!'
To err is human. I am not human. I am a Malfoy. It is all I am, all I ever can be. To err is human. I am not human. I am a Malfoy.
*The Mask is in Place*
Draco woke to a familiar pecking on his window. He opened his eyes and saw a sea of pale green, white and black. Yawning, the small child went to the window, bare feet padding against the ground.
It was a store owl. The eleven year old knew them on sight. With a smile and a soft coo, he opened the window, giggling as the clipped talons met his bare skin.
"Draco?"
The smiled disappeared, the look of freedom gone. He removed the small brown paper package that said MASTER DRACO and shoved it under his covers.
"Yes, Father?" he said, his voice solemn.
"Why are you not dressed?" He spun about to see his father in the doorway.
Lucius Malfoy was not a particulary intimidating man, at least to the Ministry. He was quiet, elegant, and loving to his small child, who was a mirror image of him. But to young Draco, he was a god. His idol. He hated him and feared him, but glowed with pride and joy whenever he was rewarded for something right. In public his father was so mild and well mannered. He cuddled Draco and loved him. At home, Draco knew better. He watched his step.
"I just woke up, Father," he said, eyes lowered as he remembered the time he had looked into them without permission.
"I just woke up, Father," Lucius mimicked, and sneered. "No wonder people refuse to believe I have a son, what with this girlishness and tomfoolery."
"Sorry, Father."
"You best be. Hurry up, boy, get dressed!" Draco jumped to work, shedding his nightgown with a shiver and reaching for the nice Muggle clothes laid out. "For some reason, Merlin knows why, you were accepted to Hogwarts. I had hoped you would go to Durmstrang, but your mother-" the eyes turned icy and Draco hurried the change, buttoning his shirt franticly, "-your mother decided Hogwarts was best."
"I'm sure Mother's right," he murmered, trying to get his head through his sweater.
"Don't you mean 'Father', boy?"
Draco gulped. "Yes, Father. I meant Father."
"Listen, boy-" the cane that was carried near his fathers side snaked out and stopped the boy from getting his summer jacket. Draco stopped and automaticly looked down. "I would not sendyou to that school unless I felt that We would benefit if one of Our spies was implanted under that fools nose. Look at me, boy!" Draco immediately looked at his father. The elegant nostrils were flared and the eyes were screaming death. "Boy, you still better be the best at everything, you hear? I don't want any failing grades! No heir of mine will be an idiot!" Draco nodded, to afraid to speak. Lucius looked at him icily. "You coward. You better be the best, do you hear me? "
"Yes, Father." Draco gulped. "I'll do the best I can."
"In that case," Lucius said icily, " you will fail every class and be expelled. I want you to be THE BEST!" A rap on the head with the cane imprinted these words, with so many others, on his brain. "And Merlin help you if you aren't a Slytherin. Merlin help you."
Lucius turned on his heel and left, and Draco let the tears fall.
He zippered his jacket and went to the bed, pulling out the present. He disposed of the wrappings and ran his fingers over it. A blank book.
He slipped his wand in his pocket and took a quill, inscribing the motto of his life in the pages.
'To err is human. I am not human. I am a Malfoy. It is all I am, all I can ever be. To err is human. I am not human. I am a Malfoy.'
With this, he closed the book, slipped in into his pocket, and went for a farewell breakfast.
'Farewell to Malfoy Manor,' he thought as he walked slowly down the hall. 'Hello Hogwarts!'