Disclaimer: I do not own Draco or narcissa. They belong to
j.k.rowling. all of the other charture belong to j.k.rowling to, except
jess.
Chapter 1
Draco's hour of torture
I was sitting in my dark, and empty bedroom when I heard a scream. The scream did not frighten me, because I had heard it so often, but it still gave me a sense of chill that twisted up my spine. That screaming was from my little sister, jess-getting torture by my mother, narcissa. I knew that it would soon be my turn to have the daily hour of torture that I dreaded so much. The reason why my mother did this to jess, and me was because we were not mean enough and not tough enough to be a malfoy. Our father was a death eater who spent most of his time doing tasks for voldermort. He wanted us to be mean and powerful, but not at the expense of our happiness, however he did not have the time or authority to stop narcissa. Our father was not scared of my mother, but was scared of bellatrix, narcissa sister. Bellatrix, my aunt was voldermort best death eater, and my father darent (sorry I don't know if that's a word) mess about with his master.
The screams had just died away, which meant that it would soon be Draco's turn. She shouted up the stairs, "draco, are you ready". I did not reply, because my voice had stop working and I had broken out into a cold sweat. The door creaked open, and my mother-stepped in. she was thin with blue eyes that had lost there sparkly when she had been raped. She cried the word "crusio,"and I could hardly hear my self-think. My head felt like it was about to explode. I just wanted to fall into oblivion. She helped me up and said, "draco, by now you should be used to that little bit of pain," in a sneering voice. I felt angry, and wanted to hurt her in any way I could. I grabbed my wond and shouted crusio. It only made her fall to the floor, for about a second, before she got up. She smiled and said, "Your becoming meaner everyday, and I like it. Your father will also be pleased. Soon you will have a crusio spell at full strength."
I was relieved that had finished this session. I wanted to ask my mother a question that had been bothering me ever since she had said my father was not lucius. I gained all the courage I could muster and asked my mother, who was my real father. She stared at me with those cold eyes for what seemed like ages. Then she finally spoke, she said, "your real father is, VOLDERMORT."
Thanks for reading my first fanfiction. Please review and give any comments on how I could improve it.
Chapter 1
Draco's hour of torture
I was sitting in my dark, and empty bedroom when I heard a scream. The scream did not frighten me, because I had heard it so often, but it still gave me a sense of chill that twisted up my spine. That screaming was from my little sister, jess-getting torture by my mother, narcissa. I knew that it would soon be my turn to have the daily hour of torture that I dreaded so much. The reason why my mother did this to jess, and me was because we were not mean enough and not tough enough to be a malfoy. Our father was a death eater who spent most of his time doing tasks for voldermort. He wanted us to be mean and powerful, but not at the expense of our happiness, however he did not have the time or authority to stop narcissa. Our father was not scared of my mother, but was scared of bellatrix, narcissa sister. Bellatrix, my aunt was voldermort best death eater, and my father darent (sorry I don't know if that's a word) mess about with his master.
The screams had just died away, which meant that it would soon be Draco's turn. She shouted up the stairs, "draco, are you ready". I did not reply, because my voice had stop working and I had broken out into a cold sweat. The door creaked open, and my mother-stepped in. she was thin with blue eyes that had lost there sparkly when she had been raped. She cried the word "crusio,"and I could hardly hear my self-think. My head felt like it was about to explode. I just wanted to fall into oblivion. She helped me up and said, "draco, by now you should be used to that little bit of pain," in a sneering voice. I felt angry, and wanted to hurt her in any way I could. I grabbed my wond and shouted crusio. It only made her fall to the floor, for about a second, before she got up. She smiled and said, "Your becoming meaner everyday, and I like it. Your father will also be pleased. Soon you will have a crusio spell at full strength."
I was relieved that had finished this session. I wanted to ask my mother a question that had been bothering me ever since she had said my father was not lucius. I gained all the courage I could muster and asked my mother, who was my real father. She stared at me with those cold eyes for what seemed like ages. Then she finally spoke, she said, "your real father is, VOLDERMORT."
Thanks for reading my first fanfiction. Please review and give any comments on how I could improve it.