A/N: ara ara . . . um, hey, this is sorta my first fanfic ever so it probably sucks like a lot of others. But hey read and review and tell me where I went wrong. By the way, none of this is really mine because if it was I'd probably be sailing around in my yacht. . . around my island. . .somewhere in the pacific . . .pls people, use your heads?

Chapter 1: Crying with rain ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was chilly in the night above his family's manor. It was 3 in the morning above the Malfoy castle and the heir to this family, Draco Malfoy, was currently sitting above the highest roof of the manor, overlooking the countryside and village.

As he sat, the moon overlooking us all opened from the clouds and at once the picture of the village appeared before his eyes. So fragile it seemed that if disturbed the image in all its peace would suddenly shatter and plunge him back into his reality.

He laid back and as he did he wondered what it was to be like as a normal person, to not have the challenges and expectations one was entrusted to be of pure blood.

"hahahah..." the bitter laugh that escaped his lips did not contain so much as a trace of humor. Pfft, what did those idiots know? Think it's so easy, that having money and prestige made it any easier to survive in this world, ignorant brats all of them.

From the age of three nothing but the sayings of the pureblood world had been drummed into his skull until it seemed ridiculous to believe anything else. 'You are fortunate to be born into this family' 'The famlily's will is more important then an individual' and so on and so on. Over and over trying to create the perfect heir. Showed how to give disdain to others not up to their rank. A cold smirk crept up his face as he remembered how he had said thank you to the serving maid and how furious his father had been.

Pfft, damn his 'noble' father to the deepest pits of hell. To think he had once admired his character and drank the words which were taught to him. Deviousness, cunning, lies sins in a sense but virtues to their family. 'If you trust, you will be betrayed' 'eat of be eaten' 'be wary or suffer' 'possess a heart that never shows emotions'.

Suddenly raucous laughter exploded out of his mouth, laughing hysterically yet feeling no joy. It all seemed so cliché, like some spoiled brat of a hidden evil empire. . . But it was no joke. . .and he wasn't waking up from some dream either. . . it was all real.

Above the sky seemed to share his mood, as angry thunderclouds formed over him, seeming to spell out his fate as they swirled among themselves. Even as the heavens cried out their tears he did not move. Why should he? It made him feel cleaner then he knew he was, as though the water somehow cleaned his soul and washed himself of who he knew he was. Up to now, ever since he was a child he's father had trained him. When asked why his father would reply,

"The world is not only made of honest things, you have to be prepared" in a seemingly nonchalant face.

Hahahah! As if. . . . . .he's father may as well have spelt the fact that he wished for his only son to be a death eater. Why else learn the taboo arts of forbidden spells and those meant to hurt people? Why else tell your family of your support of the Dark Lord? Why else torture those innocent people under that mask of yours in the name of his wishes . . . ?!?!? As these thoughts coursed through him like poison he could feel if not see the tears that he wept, flowing freely down his face.

Hugging his knees to himself tightly he could still feel those tears as they came unchecked and wandered with all his heart if all humans were caught in the tide of a never bending fate. Destined for an ultimate goal. The rain stopped but his tears continued to flow.

As shafts of lights came over the horizon to fall upon his face he woke from his demure. Looking down he saw signs of life about the village and crept slowly down to his room. There would be more nights to think about this but right now he would have to wait, there was still school to look forward to. Hahaha, among those happy free people. . .but first, he had to pack, after all, the train was leaving today.

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Um. . . please read and review, I don't mind flames so long as they're good ones. Tell me if you want more or if this just sucks k?