Hero? Or Myth?



Chapter Two -- Newest Version:
.Cursed


Ever sense he left. . Things have been so different. Mother hides in her room most of the time. She's waiting for him to return. I can tell she's afraid.

If my father ever heard me admit this he'd kill me -- but. . I'm afraid to. Every night I awake drenched in sweat and I feel like I'm being suffocated by my fear. I try to keep up this façade during the presence of others but its getting harder and harder every day.

I feel like I'm a little kid again. I only wish my mother was here to protect me like she was when I was younger. Before he drove her mad. . I remember when I'd awake in the middle of the night screaming, how she'd hold me until I was safe. I can even remember the song. .

"Hush my little Dragon.
All is all right,
The stars look down on you,
In the darkness of the night.
Let the silence surround you
And hold you tight.
Hush my little Dragon.
All is right. ."

Talk about pathetic. .

Malfoy's never dwell on the past. . But what happens when that's all I have? And even that was messed up. It hurts knowing that I'm plagued with my past, screwed by my present, and cursed by my future.

No matter what decision I make I'm doomed. I can't become a 'loyal' follower for that ugly git. . I hate him almost as much as I do my father right now. But I can't not become one either. I don't know how, but I know if I don't. . .

I long for someone to tell me its alright, that he won't be coming back. I long for someone to love me like my mother once did. . For someone for me to love back. . .

God, listen to me. I need to stay strong. Malfoy's don't feel. . We're not allowed to. I'm not allowed to. If there's anyone I need to stay strong for, it's my mother. I wish I didn't have to keep up the façade when she's near. I hate to admit it, but sometimes I wish I was born into a different family. One where I wasn't doomed by my last name -- One that cared.

I HATE THIS! I hate these feelings trapped inside me and worse yet, I hate what I've become. I'm weak. All of his lessons were wasted. .

I can't help but to think what will happen once I return to Hogwarts. Will I be able to keep up the wall's I've so carefully built around myself?

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. The tune of the bedtime song his mother used to sing to him flashed through his mind once more, causing him to scowl. If it hadn't been for him maybe she'd be better now. . Maybe she'd be better. .

Draco sighed and set his journal down.

He 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: WALLA! *Bows,* I hope you like this version of it better then the last. However, for the time being I'm keeping both up. Considering I know atleast one person enjoyed it. . Anyway, review if you EVER want me to continue! 5 new reviews before I'll post the next chapter. .



And a special Thank You to. . .

--bluebutterfly9, For actually reviewing on the other version! THANK YOU!