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Chapter 1: See inside to his soul
Flashback
"Father" I cried out as he whipped me on my bacj with his whip.
"Now, now, Draco. Don't show that you're in pain." a cold voice, that I knew too well, said. It was my father, Lucius Malfoy. Everyone knew who he was. Everyone knew what a cold man he was.
He struck me in the back again. I winced.
"Draco. I'm tired of doing this. The more you show that you're in pain, the harder I whip." he said and whipped harder. I tried really hard not to wince but it was hard. He did it again and again. I kept wincing. Soon I was crying.
"You're lucky my arm is tired and I want to go to bed." he said as he put his whip down. He walked to the door.
"It saddens me that I have as weak a son as you." he said and walked out.
I stayed on the floor of the study. My back ached. It hurt so bad. I didn't even want to know what it looked like. I started to cry again. It wasn't the first time he hit but it was never that bad. I cried and cried. I feel asleep in a pile on the floor.
End of flashback
When I think about that day, I smile. I was so naïve and thought that he wouldn't hurt me anymore. Then I stop smiling because I remember how bad he hurt me. I snap out of my walking down memory lane and remember where I am .
"Draco, honey, I hope you have a wonderful time at Hogwarts and I cant wait until Christmas for your return." mother said in between kisses on my face.
"Narcissa, give the boy room to breath. Have a good time, son. Be good." father said. I nodded and gave a small wave to my mother and walked to the train.
I got on the train and sat in the nearest empty compartment, hoping that Crabbe and Goyle would not find me. Unfortunely, minutes later after I sat down they came strolling in.
"Draco! How great to see you! How was your summer?!" Crabbe asked excitedly. I raised my eyebrows. Why was Crabbe so excited.
"Why are you so excited?" I asked him as him and Goyle sat down. They were sitting very very close. I opened my mouth a little finally understanding. They both blushed. "You two are together?"
They nodded, blushing even more. I smirked. I knew Crabbe had liked Goyle since like 2nd year. I had no idea that Goyle liked Crabbe.
"I think its great. Really." I said. They smiled at each other. They were happy together. I could tell. I was truly happy for my best friends. At least they were happy, even though I wasn't.
The train started to move, and they just sat there batting their eyes at each other until they remembered I was in the compartment. It didn't mind. I didn't feel like talking. Crabbe was just about to open his mouth, but instead someone else's voice was heard.
"Malfoy." I turned to look who was talking. It was Weasley with Potter and that Mudblood by his side.
"What do you want, Weasley?" I asked him not wanting him to ruin my content mood. I looked at Potter and he had his head held down.
"There are no more compartments. We have to share." he snapped at me.
"Fine, as long as you don't talk." he seemed surprised when I said this. It didn't care and I wasn't about to let them sit no where.
"Fine." he mumbled and they sat down. He then looked at Crabbe and Goyle and had this disgusted look on his face.
"You got a problem, Weasley?" I asked him.
"Actually I do. Since when has Crabbe and Goyle been fags." he spat the last word like it was venom. I was so mad. I stood up and so did Weasley.
"Shut up, Weasley. If anyone should have a problem it should be us because we have a dumbass redhead who smells like shit in our compartment. With a dirty Mudblood." I said. I didn't dare mention Potter. I could tell he was having some issues and I know what that's like. I didn't see Weasley take a swing at me and I feel to the ground. Crabbe and Goyle were going for him while Granger and Potter were pulling Weasley out of the compartment. I held Crabbe and Goyle back from smashing Weasley's face in.
Potter caught my eye and he mouthed the word 'sorry'. I looked in his eyes and I felt like I could see everything inside his soul. He was broken. I could tell and he could tell I could tell. I nodded to him and they left.
