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Draco POV

I reread the parchment for what seemed like the thousandth time. All around me the other Slytherins were sniggering, talking, and having a good time while I sat there in complete shock and relief. Luscious Malfoy, the 'great' death eater, was found dead. Mother had sent an owl with the news. She also sent me 'The Daily Prophet'; it didn't surprise me that the story was all over the front page. I wasn't shaken up by Father's sudden death like Mother, though I was extremely pleased. Father and I never had a close relationship. Every night he would get as drunk as he could before he came staggering up the stairs to my room where he would toss me around like a rag doll. Mother never encouraged him, but she didn't prevent him from doing it either. We never spoke about it to anyone. Madam Pomfry always questioned me about the bruises and shallow cuts and gashes on my rendezvous to her office. At the beginning of the year she even sent Father an owl about it, but all that did was make it worse. At Christmas, when I got home, Father was in such a drunken rage that he stabbed me. After that I begged Pomfry not to send another letter and she never did. I was knocked out of my thoughts almost literally. Crabbe and Goyle had decided to start throwing food at each other and I got hit in the cross fire by a rather large drumstick. "You blundering idiots! Watch where you throw your food." I snapped at the two pigs. With that, I got up from the table and left the hall. On my way out I ran into Potter, Weasel, and the Mudblood. "Oh look it's the Golden Trio." I said with less malice than usual. Granger and Weasel just rolled their eyes and walked into the Great Hall holding hands. Potter, however, stayed back unmoved by the comment. "What's got you so happy?" Potter snapped back, "Your father's dead shouldn't you be off mourning him somewhere?" I glared at him and lowered my voice, "You don't know the half of it." He shrugged and stepped around me, disappearing behind the door. I unconsciously touched my upper abdomen right below my heart where Father had plunged the knife into my skin. I quickly removed my hand and lowered it to my side aiming to forget what was there. Stalking down the hall toward the dungeons I walked into a girl I hadn't seen before. "Watch where you're going you imbecile." I snapped. She looked at me with green-blue gray eyes and didn't answer. "Are you lost or something?" I asked her. She shook her head, sending her long black hair flying. "Sorry you're such a snob, and I'm not lost." She replied shortly. I stood there with an apathetic face, but in my mind I was shocked. No one had ever talked to me like that before, except for maybe Potter. "I'm sorry I was the littlest bit concerned." I answered, "By the way, what year are you?" "4th." She replied coldly, "What's your name?" "Draco Malfoy, unfortunately." I said the last word so quietly she didn't hear, "What's yours?" "Rebecca Lupin, but call me Becky." She answered. "You're a fourth year? Same as me. I've never seen you around before." "Transferred student." "Hold on. Your father is Reamus Lupin?!?" I asked after her name finally sunk in. "Of course." She replied, "And your father is Luscious Malfoy." I nodded glumly, examining Becky for the first time. She was wearing a black mini-skirt, a tight green v-neck shirt, and low-heeled black shoes. Becky caught me staring at her and quickly drew her robe around herself. I blushed ever so lightly and asked her what house she was in. "Slytherin." She replied with a smirk that could rival my own. I smirked back and continued down the hall without another word.

I could hear his pounding uneven footsteps coming towards my room. "Not again." I inwardly groaned. I thought about hiding, but it was impossible to avoid Father's dark piercing eyes. His footsteps came closer and I held my breath as they stopped outside my door. Two seconds later the door was blasted open and in came Father with his wand in a terrifying rage. "You little fucker!" he bellowed as he stalked into the room, even more drunk than usual. He towered over me as I shook with fear. This only pleased him. He began inflicting blows to my head and stomach, occasionally casting a spell to keep me from moving and screaming. He then waved a small piece of parchment in front of my face. "You think I mistreat you?!? I'll show you mistreatment, you fucking little bastard!" He pulled something from inside his robes and I closed my eyes as tightly as I could as I realized what it was......a knife. 'Oh my God, he's finally going to kill me!' I thought. Just then I felt a searing pain underneath my fast beating heart. I screamed out and slowly opened my eyes. Father had gone, but he left the knife sticking out of my skin. Blood was soaking my silk pajama top and silver bed sheets. I staggered over to my dresser and with as much will as I could gather, pulled out the knife. I felt another flash of pain and gritted my teeth. Finally, I managed to free myself from the cold metal blade, but I was beginning to feel lightheaded and I couldn't focus or stand. The more blood I lost, the worse it became. Soon, I began to sway then fell onto my once green rug, now stained a deep color. I took one last breath before I blacked out, my hand over the bleeding wound.

I woke up gasping for air and covered in cold sweat, my silver sheets tangled tightly around me. I slowly reached a hand to my throbbing chest. There was no blood, good, it was just a dream... Thank God it was just a dream. I don't think I could survive another episode like that. The pain in my chest began to slowly subside and I laid back down onto the pillows and willed myself into another restless sleep.

I was in the Slytherin common room, the fire lighting up the space with a dim glow. Suddenly, I heard someone creeping up behind me. I tensed, listening to the soft footsteps get closer. They stopped at the back of my chair and I braced myself against the blow I knew would come only to feel Becky slide her arms around my neck. "Hi." She whispered as she moved from behind me and onto my lap. "Hi." I whispered back. Becky leaned forward and we locked lips. She gently moved her tongue between my lips as the kiss became more passionate......

"Draco!" I groaned and turned onto my side trying to get back into my dream. "Draco!" I felt someone violently shake my arm. "What do you bloody want?!?" I snapped as I sat up to find Crabbe and Goyle standing next to my bed. They exchanged relieved glances. "What?" I demanded, sliding my feet onto the carpet. "We thought you were dying." Goyle explained in his usual sleepy tone. "Now why in the hell would you think that?" I stared at them both icily. Did they know about Father? Or my dream? "You were moaning in your sleep." Crabbe said as if he was the one just getting up. Moaning?? I remembered my dream about Becky. Becky! Had she had the same dream? I became annoyed with myself and pushed the thought away. What did I care about what Becky thought? I shoved past the two idiots and made my way to the bathroom. After securing the door I proceeded to remove my green silk pajamas and change into my robes. I stopped when I came to the scar. Its pinkish pale color stood out from the surrounding skin. I gently ran my finger across it's now smooth surface. There was a knock on the door and I quickly finished changing. Gathering my clothes, I unlocked the door and made my way to potions.

Snape muttered his usual boring lecture and put the ingredients on the board. "Now begin." He hissed. Everyone began to work franticly on their truth potion, but I was too preoccupied with my own thoughts to follow the instructions. "Mr. Malfoy," Snape hovered above me, an all too familiar glint in his eyes, "You wouldn't mind as to tell me if you added mandrake root to your potion?" I stared at his ridiculously large, crooked nose and smirked. "I fail to see what's so amusing." Snape hissed, "Now come with me." He took a sample of my 'potion' and took hold of my wrist. I flinched and tried vainly to remove my hand from his grasp. His grip tightened the more I struggled and I became desperate. Snape looked at me like I was crazy as he dragged me out the door. "What is your problem?!" He whispered angrily as he shoved me against the dungeon wall. "Don't touch me!!" I hollered, freeing myself from his clasp. He stared at me blankly as I looked back at him with frightened eyes. "Just don't touch me." I whispered lowering my eyes. "I...." Snape began. "Just please don't." I crossed my arms over my chest and grasped my elbows. He stood there, his eyes narrowed. "Well.....See me after class." Snape turned and stormed back into the room. I gathered myself together and followed suit.

Harry POV

The fire spread warmth throughout the Gryffindor common room. I sat in a nearby chair trying to make some sense of what my life had become. Just last year I thought living with Sirius would be great, but the only reason I believed it would was because of his promises. But I now know his promises were just lies. The first week with Sirius was perfect but that didn't last long. He began to ignore the fact I was even there and sometimes he would leave for days at a time, leaving me to take care of the house and Buckbeak. The only time he even spoke to me was when I did something wrong, which was at least two times a day. I could have accidentally knocked over a salt shaker and he would holler and hit me against the stone floor. I felt a hand on my shoulder and instinctively flinched, "What did I do?" The hand fell from my shoulder and Ron came into view. "Sorry Mate. Didn't mean to startle you." I looked at him and smiled sheepishly. "Just a little lost in thought." He looked at me strangely and then sat down in the chair across from me. "So," he started, "how are things with you and Sirius?" My mind flashed through my previous thoughts and I put on a way-fake smile, "Great! It's way better than the Dursley's. I can't wait to go back this summer." 'Sure... can't wait to get thrashed around a bit more, maybe he'll even break my arm again.' I thought silently. "Herms is worried, she says you look more withdrawn and don't ever want to spend time with us anymore." Ron began again, "She said maybe things with you and Sirius aren't going that good, I told her everything was fine and that he would never do anything to you but she still says something is wrong. She told me to come ask... threatened me more like." He finished and gave me a questioning look, a look that asked me to tell him that everything was fine, that Sirius was great and that he wouldn't do anything, but all I did was say, "Your point?" in a cold voice. "My point is we're worried about you." He said looking hurt. "I have potions homework." I said with no emotion and stalked out of the common room and towards the library. Truth be told I didn't have potions homework but I didn't really want to lie to Ron about Sirius anymore. And the part of not wanting to spend time with them, I'm surprised they even noticed I wasn't there. Lately, those two have become inseparable. I even caught them making out in an empty classroom once. When I reached the library I noticed only one other person there.

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