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The lyrics below are from " Brackish " by Kittie

Sit and watch me burn..
She's led to believe, that it be ok,
Look at your face, scarred in dismay,
But times have changed, and so have you..
I think I'd rather crucify then learn
(Take so much away from inside you, makes no sence,
you know he can't guide you, he's your fucking shoulder to lean on, be strong!)

Since breaking off his friendship with Serena, Draco had become even more reclused from the world around him. The happy chatter of the students that surrounded him was a dull drone that buzzed in his head like a nagging headache. On top of it all, he spent much of his time looking over his shoulder for anyone that might be watching him. He felt that he had to sensor everything for fear of it getting back to his father. He couldn't even talk to Blaise Zambini anymore, one person that Draco had always trusted a lot. He didn't suspect that Blaise had become one of his fathers many minions but he was fearful that Blaise would get caught in the cross fire somewhere. He'd already hurt Serena, he didn't want to hurt anymore people.

The quiet week that passed he'd found useful for some deep self-analyzation. What he thought about, he didn't like. He thought about the past six years spent at Hogwarts as a bully and it made him faintly ill. He wondered why he felt he had to torture fellow students, why the facade he's laid down in front of everyone was so important. He was soon able to answer himself. He thought he was weak. Much weaker then many of the people he knew, and that was not something a Malfoy could be. For years, he had the idea of supremacy drilled into his skull and only upon the last year had Draco started to think for himself, gaining his own ideals and morals that were a universe apart from his fathers. How to escape his father's tyrannical grip on Draco was now the puzzling question. It was simple, either follow regime or die. Draco wasn't sure which was the worse fate.

Draco sighed and rummaged through his trunk late at night, looking for the one thing that no one knew about, his journal. Finally after several minutes he pulled the leather bound black book from it's hiding place and sprawled it out over the comforter of his bed. He dipped his quill in the ink bottle and dated the top of the page. He let his thoughts spill onto the parchment...

Dear Journal,

The quiet of the world seems to be suffocating more and more each day. This morning I looked in the mirros and didn't even recognize my own reflection. The once healthy looking, bright child had vanished and a gaunt, tired adolescent stared back at me. I feel as though I have aged twenty years in one and the dark thoughts swirling in the mist of my mind are starting to break through, no longer willing to stay dormant.

I spoke with my father recently. He'd discovered my friendship with Serena Skylar and that she was a muggleborn witch. I hadn't known that myself until he'd mentioned it and even afterwards I didn't feel any different about this wonderful girl that stepped into my life totally by accident. I can honestly say that she is one of the best people I have ever met and that it truly saying something. Of course, my father had to ruin everything and threatened to make me regret things if I continued befriending a muggleborn. To my sincere displeasure I was forced to give up one of the most fulfilling thing of my short life. It's already been a week and I haven't even glanced at the girl in case someone could be watching. If this is the only way I have to protect her, then so be it.

What is it going to take for me to stand up for what I believe in and make that clear to anyone who cares. Especially someone like Lucius Malfoy. Why do I have to share the same morals and ideals that he has just because I was born with the name Malfoy? The way it works, I have two choices. Join the Death Eaters or die. Am I truly ready to accept either fate? I can save my life by becoming something I emphatically do not want to become or dying for what I believe to be true about myself? Why should a boy of seventeen even have to make this decision. All I really want is a normal life where things are less complicated. I'd like to be able to wake up in the morning and not dread what the day will bring, but to wake with a smile and know that I will be ok and the people that love me won't abandon me or try to kill me. I guess this is asking to much isn't it? The hand of cards I was dealt was bad and I must learn to accept that above all things. I will find a way to make it through, even if I have to become a memory of the world that once knew me.

Draco

With that last thought, Draco shut his journal and returned it to it's sanctuary. He pulled the curtains of his four poster shut just as the door opened and Crabbe and Goyle lumbered around the room, getting ready for bed. The blond pulled his blankets tight around his thing body let his eyes flutter shut. Everything would be alright.

A chilling breeze whipped over Serena as she wandered along the corridor of the castle, one her way back to the common room. It sent a chill down her spine and almost instantaneously, gooseflesh appeared on her pale flesh. Something was coming. Something bad.

" Serena, you ok? " Harry asked soothingly, gripping her hand lightly. He'd been kind enough to walk her back to her common room.

" Yeah fine. " she replied distractedly.

" Are you really? " Harry coaxed.

" No not really. I just haven't been feeling right the past couple of days. " Serena admitted. " I keep getting these feelings that somethings coming. Either I get really cold or nauseated. I can't tell what though. I almost feel like I'm being watched, followed even. "

Harry nodded thoughtfully at his girlfriend. He'd silently hoped that the end of Draco Malfoy would make Serena's sudden disposition better. Apparently, he'd been wrong.

" Anything I can help you with? "

Serena smiled lovingly to Harry. " Just keep being the best boyfriend in the world. "

Harry laughed and kissed the tip of Serena's nose gently. " Of course. "

The two teens reached the entrance for Serena's common room and exchanged a long goodnight before splitting up. Serena laid in bed that night, unable to sleep. What had her so uneasy?