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Darkness of the Dungeons
By Larkspur
Chapter One
I opened my eyes one morning, waiting for my vision to get in focus. As it slowly did, I lay on my king-sized bed, staring at the ceiling and wishing that I could go back to sleep once again.
Why do I even need to wake up everyday?
I closed my eyes and then opened them again, now getting a better view. There were small cracks on the corners of ceiling…the cracks I had made before with knives. I threw them, of course. Eventually, they all landed on all of the ceiling's corners. Probably it was because of my anger that day.
My father had broken his promise. He had told me we were going on abroad together…to bond or something. I had waited for that day for so long but, when I got home one afternoon, the phone rang with an unexpected announcement. He was already in another country doing some business. He never really looked at me as a son…
But enough about the past. Thinking about it is just a bloody waste of time.
As my eyes traveled to my huge door-sized window, I realized that the golden lined curtains were tied and dragged to the sides of the window, letting the sun shine in my dark-hued room. It was blinding, really. I wasn't used to the sun anymore. For the past few months of summer, I was locked up in the manor without a single sight of sunlight or the outside world.
Don't get me wrong though. I have still been playing Quidditch and practiced twenty four hours a day to beat that blasted Potter. In fact, that's the only thing I do. But when you live in the Malfoy Manor, there is no use of going out just to amuse yourself. Everything is already in the mansion itself, including the indoor Quidditch field.
I lazily sat up and saw myself in the mirror hung on the wall right across my bed. I was pale, very pale. My eyes were cold grey and they still looked tired even after a night's sleep.
I ran my fingers through my silver blonde hair and then sighed. To my disappointment, I looked precisely like my father—superior and all that, no matter what I do.
There was a sudden crash from outside and then followed by a high-pitched squeal.
Those House Elves…
I rolled my eyes as I pushed my bedspread away and swung my legs to the side of the bed. Grabbing my dark green velvet robe, I slid it on and hastily slammed the door open. I scurried through the marble-lined floors and corridors that snaked all throughout the manor and quickly headed downstairs.
When I had reached the massive room of the kitchen, I found trays of sandwiches scattered on the floor and two little House Elves shivering in the corner of the room and one that was nervously picking up the sandwiches.
"What happened here?!" I demanded.
"Y-Young m-master..." the one cleaning the mess up started. "W-We were…trying to…make b-breakfast for y-young master…we...is not good. We is just new!"
"W-We is deeply sorry!" Another cried as it galumphed towards my feet. "P-Please forgive us!"
"I am surrounded by incompetence!" I stomped out of the room, furious.
It was the first wake of the morning and something had already gone wrong. What else could ruin my day?
Unfortunately, I had to say that. By the time I had taken a bath and gelled my hair back, I entered my father's room to find an owl carrying a note stating something I didn't want to follow.
My father, Lucius Malfoy, had given me a list of things that he wants me to do and when he wants me to do them. It's already bad enough that he controls my entire life but then there can always be something worse. Attached to the list was a very brief letter that went something like:
To Draco,
On the other piece of parchment that was sent to you has the written responsibilities and obligations you are required to do. I reckon that it is best if you do them. For your information, I won't be having dinner in the manor for certain reasons. I will be in a business trip and I won't be back until next week. Please take care of everything there.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Best regards,
Lucius Malfoy
The worst part of the letter was that he wrote it in a way that made me feel like I was no more than one of his business associates. Given the fact of me being his only son, he sure doesn't seem to notice it.
I sighed as my eyes ran through the list. Included in it was to make phone calls to my father's so-called friends to tell them to cancel their lunch meeting. Then there was also to tell the House Elves to deliver a few packages. But the most horrible thing he could write is a one-by-one step on how I should dress. This was the reason why I never blended in the crowds. I was always told to wear something more formal (and sometimes more expensive) than others. And to my dismay, I got used to it.
Sixteen years of doing the same things for my father was never really entertaining. In fact, it was pure hell. But I had no choice but to do as he says. The only way to liaise with my father was to give him the impression of obedience. I never was allowed to loosen myself up. I was like a bird trapped in a cage that didn't have an open hole.
After hours of strolling around the manor with nothing more than a list and a broom in my hands, I found myself flying across the living room out of boredom. As I passed the huge picture window of the room, I saw a couple of kids flying on their brooms around the fields that surrounded the Malfoy Manor. I felt miserable of myself. I actually pitied myself for being locked up in this manor. I wanted to be with them for the reason that they were free. Free from this life of mine. The bloody life that I never wanted to live. The life that's embraced in full darkness and treachery handed down from my father. It was beginning to kill me. I wanted to run from it. I wanted to run away…run away from all this…
Tbc?...........
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