Hero? Or Myth?



Chapter Two:
.Cursed


I hate it. I hate waking in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat. . And fear.

Its always the same. . First comes Darkness. Then comes that scent. . It smells so familiar yet so alien. . .

Why can't I remember it? I can remember the journey -- the darkness, the smells, the blood, the agony, yet I cannot remember the outcome. Why?

Sometimes it makes me want to scream . . But if I know one thing, its that Malfoy's don't scream. Or cry. Or feel -- Or love. I was taught all of these things, all of my life! How can I ever forget those lessons? How can I ever make my own decisions. .? I don't want to be ruled. Wasn't it he that said, "Malfoy's don't serve, they rule,"? Yet he was just another willing pawn of you-know-who's.

I don't miss him. He's my father, yet I don't miss him. . I'm almost, what's the word. . Happy?

No. I can't be happy. Malfoys don't feel happiness. . They only feel power. Greed. Hate.

What's wrong with me? Why couldn't I have been born into a different family, one that cared? Would things of been different?. . .

So many questions, yet no answers.

I feel like I'm being torn apart.

I watch my mother cower in her room -- in their room, and wait for him. She believes he's coming back. She's afraid that he's coming back. I wish I was afraid. I wish I was happy. I wish I was anything but this!

Yet at the same time, I already am afraid. I'm afraid to feel. .

I hide behind my façade and try to act as if nothing is wrong. But how much longer can I keep up the walls? Is that the only thing he has taught me? The only thing that I know? Once again, so many questions, yet no answers.

It hurts knowing that I am plagued with my past, screwed by my present, and cursed by my future. I can't help but wonder what will happen to me. . I know I am to return to Hogwarts. Destined to be frowned and pitied by my acquaintances, hated by my enemies. . it's the same as always in a morbid, twisted way. Regardless I cannot help but to wonder what will happen to me.

I don't think I'm going to be able to make it. He haunted me before, and continues to -- even though he's gone.

I only now realize what he's done. . He's cursed me.

My name is Draco Lucius Malfoy, and I am cursed. For I am a Malfoy. . And I am not living but dead. . .



After bolding the word "cursed," with his quill, Draco whispered something to the journal. Magically, the words faded until no trace of his neat scrawl could be found. Draco closed it and checked if the buckle was secure. He traced a finger around the delicate embroidery of the dragon's body and did something very unmalfoyish as the dragon curved to his touch; he smiled.

Every now and then Draco felt sort of girlish for keeping a journal but at the same time he was thankful to have it. He knew that it was one of the only things that kept him sane over the summer. Draco sighed and set his journal down.

Draco drummed his fingers dully on his polished oak desk. He turned in his seat and looked around his room with a dull interest. His walls were painted dark blue, almost black with a border of dark gray stars along the bottom. A black velvet comforter was draped over his four poster bed, the deep gray curtains spread wide. Red oak shelves aligned his bedroom, where he had neatly stacked his potion supplies. In the corner of the tidy room, stood a stone fireplace. On the mantle sat a polished wooden box. Perhaps the only personal item he had in his whole room. . .

Suddenly, his mother could be heard calling for him from downstairs. Draco sighed and thought to himself gloomily. Draco carefully placed his journal in one of the drawers in his desk and grabbed his wand from it. His mother yelled again from downstairs.

Draco Mumbled to himself, "Its not like Diagon alley is going anywhere. ." and lazily pointed his wand at the desk. After saying the incantation to secure a lock, Draco stood. With a swish of his cloak, he descended downstairs.



Author's Note: I hope that chapter was alright, it took me a surprisingly long time to write. Draco's point of view was actually quite easy, it was just the fact that I couldn't think how to add onto that to make the chapter longer than the last like I promised. I know it wasn't much longer but I really do hope to get longer chapters soon, though I have a feeling the next will be mildly short. It depends if I do it from Harry's point of view again or not. . I hope to have the next chapter up in a few days! Five more reviews would be deeply appreciated though. .



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