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A LOT OF PUNCTUATION AND SPELLING MISTAKES. WHY YOU ASK? ONE WORD: LAZY! ;)
Chapter 15:
'That's what I'm here to find out Draco.' A voice spat from behind him.
Draco shivered at the familiar voice, put on his shirt, stood up and turned around abruptly. 'What do you want?' Draco venomously spat as he moved into position in front of his father.
'What do I want? God damn it boy!' Lucius snarled and took a step closer to his son. A sinister smirk became apparent as Draco took a step back. He suddenly whipped out his wand and took another step forward. 'Have I taught you nothing?' He held his wand high in the air and pointed it in the direction of Draco. 'Crucio'
Draco doubled over in pain and sprawled on the floor for a few seconds until the spell was placed off him. The pain was encrusting and he now lay there taking in short, ragged breaths. 'Did the Dark Lord put you up to this; Cause I know you can't think nor do anything for yourself?' Draco remarked dangerously. When he was a little boy had always looked up to his father. But as time rolled on he began to realise that Lucius was just a puppet, a pet, and a servant.
Lucius's eyes burned with fire and locked into Draco's cold, still, calm and collected ones. 'How dare you boy!' He roared and used his magic to crush his son into a nearby wall.
Draco bit his lip hard and drew blood to stop himself from screaming out in pain and giving his father the complacency. He slowly got himself off the cold, stony floor and into a kneeling position. His arms dangled to his sides and his head felt light; but he kept his face masked and unreadable. He finally got his breath back and looked up at his father disgustedly. 'You've taught me to well, father,' He snarled and emphasised the last the word father. 'I've lived and put up with your cynical punishments and now I've learned through all that that I don't need anybody and I don't care about anybody. The main thing I've learned from you is that being a servant to the dark lord is worse then being a slave to a muggle.' Draco spat and coughed up blood afterwards. He had hit his head hard and he now found it hard to fight off the urge to sleep.
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'Daddy,' The three-year-old exclaimed as he cane running into the big Malfoy Manor's lounge room. Lucius turned to his son with a glance and then went back to reading his book. 'Daddy,' Draco cried again hoping to get more attention this time. 'Daddy, I've found a friend.' Draco squealed in delight and ran out of the room. When he re appeared he bought his friend in with him. 'Daddy look.' Lucius turned his head slightly and cursed his son. 'I am busy, now leave me alone.' He declared and turned his chair in the opposite direction so he didn't have to look at the two three year olds.
Draco look at his friend with tears filled in his eyes. His friend comforted him by giving a big hug and patting his back lightly. It was at that moment when Draco was determined to get his fathers' attention. 'Daddy,' Draco exclaimed more fiercely then before. He grabbed his friends' hand and took him towards his father. 'Dis is my friend Joel.'
Lucius abruptly placed down his book and turned his wanted attention to the two boys. As he looked down at his son a smirk played on his lips. 'Hello Joel,' He said, playing the good father act. 'Want to see a little magic?'
Both Draco and Joel nodded enthusiastically. Draco knew that Joel had never seen magic before, with his parents living in another world and all, and now he and his friend looked up at his father proudly. He truly admired his fathers' skills with magic and some day wanted to be just like him.
Lucius gripped his wand tight and let the spell slip off his tongue with ease. 'Avada Kedavra.'
The three-year-old Draco watched helplessly as his friend fell and layed pail, still and unmoving on the floor below him. Draco went to one knee and started shaking his friend. 'Joel?' He questioned and shook him again and again. He looked up at his father who was smiling evilly 'Daddy, can Joel come back now? I want to play a game.' A tear rolled down his cheek from seeing his friend so pail. 'I don't like this game no more.'
'You fool! He's is never coming back. He will never breathe another breath and see light of day again. See what happens when you play with muggle borns!' Lucius slapped his son hard across his cheek and watched as his ring dug deep beneath the soft complexion of Draco's face. 'Malfoy's never cry!' With that done and said Lucius left the room, his black coat flowing freely behind him.
'Joel?' Draco wailed and felt tears begin to appear at the edges of his eyes. Malfoys don't cry. He reminded himself again and again. My father is just in a bad mood,' He muttered. 'I shouldn't have pushed him tat far,' Draco shook his head in attempt to stop the tears from flowing down his now hurting face. He moved his hand and wiped away a stray tear. As he looked at his now wet hand he saw a crimson colour mixed with the water based tears. 'Just a bad mood.' He reminded himself and ran out of the room leaving his dead friend behind him.
~
Lucius went cold with rage. 'Don't defy me son.' He flew Draco into another wall and was satisfied when he saw Draco unconscious on the floor. He shrugged and muttered. 'All in a days work,' before taking his son into the bathroom and placed him in a half-filled bath so no one would find him until he awoke. He took out a simple, white parchment out of his packet robe and placed it next to his son's body. 'Goodbye Draco.' He said quickly then disappeared.
Draco's head hung forward on his chest and the water in the bath turned a slight crimson colour.
An hour later Draco awoke and shivered slightly from the cold. His clothes were saturated and as he remembered what happened he let a soft moan escape his lips from pain. He slowly fell out of the bath and sat on the cold, tiled floor shivering until he had enough strength to stand and walk. Suddenly he realised a note left at the side of the bath. He reached out and took hold of it.
Glad your finally awake.
Draco ripped up the hateful letter and hoped into another shower. After feeling fresh and more at ease he then went up to his dorm (with a towel wrapped around him) and got changed into his new, Slytherin dry robes. He looked at his chest and to his contentment the bruising had already started to disappear and he was glad that he found a spell which could help him heal faster instead of going back to the hospital wing. After finding his appearance to be almost back to normal (with the help of magic) Draco sighed and made his way towards the great hall for lunch.
Hermione sat in between Ron and Harry laughing as Dean made a very correct impression of Snapes morning performance. Her eyes were drawn to a silver haired blur out of the corner of her eye and he turned her head quickly and watched Draco march to his seat with the Slytherins. 'Something is wrong.' She whispered. Her line of thoughts was interrupted when owl s began to fly down and deliver mail.
'Ah, mails here.' Ron exclaimed and waited for his owl to find where he was. 'Look at him!' He announced and he pointed to his owl. 'He can't even find where I sit and yet I've sat here for six bloody years.' Both Hermione and Harry held back their laughter as Ron's face began to turn red from annoyance and impatience.
After a short while an elegant owl swept down and placed a note just infront of Hermione. She looked at the silver embroidered envelope and began to open it slowly. She took out the white letter and began to read it. With each word she read she pailed slightly and her blood turned to ice. I must get out of here. She thought and stood up hastily from her seat and excited the great hall not noticing someone exit behind her.
Is anyone else feeling sorry for draco? Could just be me. Well I hope this wasn't too confusing and I hope it wasn't a let down. *hangs head in shame and runs away before the rotten tomatoes can hit her*
AHHHHHHHHHH! Not the tomatoes, anything ut the tomatoes!!!!!!!!
Well I would love to write a review to the reviews I received last chappie but I have tried two times! *Angry face* and my msn made my word freeze TWICE *another disturbing angry face* so I can't be bothered to attempt to write them again. I'll do them next chappie. Cause I prob wont get to many reviews with this *sighs*
BUT THAT'S THE WAY THE COOKIE CRUMBLES
BA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
Please write a review and make my day. If you hate it.. Hummm.. Just say something nice anywaz :D
A LOT OF PUNCTUATION AND SPELLING MISTAKES. WHY YOU ASK? ONE WORD: LAZY! ;)
Chapter 15:
'That's what I'm here to find out Draco.' A voice spat from behind him.
Draco shivered at the familiar voice, put on his shirt, stood up and turned around abruptly. 'What do you want?' Draco venomously spat as he moved into position in front of his father.
'What do I want? God damn it boy!' Lucius snarled and took a step closer to his son. A sinister smirk became apparent as Draco took a step back. He suddenly whipped out his wand and took another step forward. 'Have I taught you nothing?' He held his wand high in the air and pointed it in the direction of Draco. 'Crucio'
Draco doubled over in pain and sprawled on the floor for a few seconds until the spell was placed off him. The pain was encrusting and he now lay there taking in short, ragged breaths. 'Did the Dark Lord put you up to this; Cause I know you can't think nor do anything for yourself?' Draco remarked dangerously. When he was a little boy had always looked up to his father. But as time rolled on he began to realise that Lucius was just a puppet, a pet, and a servant.
Lucius's eyes burned with fire and locked into Draco's cold, still, calm and collected ones. 'How dare you boy!' He roared and used his magic to crush his son into a nearby wall.
Draco bit his lip hard and drew blood to stop himself from screaming out in pain and giving his father the complacency. He slowly got himself off the cold, stony floor and into a kneeling position. His arms dangled to his sides and his head felt light; but he kept his face masked and unreadable. He finally got his breath back and looked up at his father disgustedly. 'You've taught me to well, father,' He snarled and emphasised the last the word father. 'I've lived and put up with your cynical punishments and now I've learned through all that that I don't need anybody and I don't care about anybody. The main thing I've learned from you is that being a servant to the dark lord is worse then being a slave to a muggle.' Draco spat and coughed up blood afterwards. He had hit his head hard and he now found it hard to fight off the urge to sleep.
~
'Daddy,' The three-year-old exclaimed as he cane running into the big Malfoy Manor's lounge room. Lucius turned to his son with a glance and then went back to reading his book. 'Daddy,' Draco cried again hoping to get more attention this time. 'Daddy, I've found a friend.' Draco squealed in delight and ran out of the room. When he re appeared he bought his friend in with him. 'Daddy look.' Lucius turned his head slightly and cursed his son. 'I am busy, now leave me alone.' He declared and turned his chair in the opposite direction so he didn't have to look at the two three year olds.
Draco look at his friend with tears filled in his eyes. His friend comforted him by giving a big hug and patting his back lightly. It was at that moment when Draco was determined to get his fathers' attention. 'Daddy,' Draco exclaimed more fiercely then before. He grabbed his friends' hand and took him towards his father. 'Dis is my friend Joel.'
Lucius abruptly placed down his book and turned his wanted attention to the two boys. As he looked down at his son a smirk played on his lips. 'Hello Joel,' He said, playing the good father act. 'Want to see a little magic?'
Both Draco and Joel nodded enthusiastically. Draco knew that Joel had never seen magic before, with his parents living in another world and all, and now he and his friend looked up at his father proudly. He truly admired his fathers' skills with magic and some day wanted to be just like him.
Lucius gripped his wand tight and let the spell slip off his tongue with ease. 'Avada Kedavra.'
The three-year-old Draco watched helplessly as his friend fell and layed pail, still and unmoving on the floor below him. Draco went to one knee and started shaking his friend. 'Joel?' He questioned and shook him again and again. He looked up at his father who was smiling evilly 'Daddy, can Joel come back now? I want to play a game.' A tear rolled down his cheek from seeing his friend so pail. 'I don't like this game no more.'
'You fool! He's is never coming back. He will never breathe another breath and see light of day again. See what happens when you play with muggle borns!' Lucius slapped his son hard across his cheek and watched as his ring dug deep beneath the soft complexion of Draco's face. 'Malfoy's never cry!' With that done and said Lucius left the room, his black coat flowing freely behind him.
'Joel?' Draco wailed and felt tears begin to appear at the edges of his eyes. Malfoys don't cry. He reminded himself again and again. My father is just in a bad mood,' He muttered. 'I shouldn't have pushed him tat far,' Draco shook his head in attempt to stop the tears from flowing down his now hurting face. He moved his hand and wiped away a stray tear. As he looked at his now wet hand he saw a crimson colour mixed with the water based tears. 'Just a bad mood.' He reminded himself and ran out of the room leaving his dead friend behind him.
~
Lucius went cold with rage. 'Don't defy me son.' He flew Draco into another wall and was satisfied when he saw Draco unconscious on the floor. He shrugged and muttered. 'All in a days work,' before taking his son into the bathroom and placed him in a half-filled bath so no one would find him until he awoke. He took out a simple, white parchment out of his packet robe and placed it next to his son's body. 'Goodbye Draco.' He said quickly then disappeared.
Draco's head hung forward on his chest and the water in the bath turned a slight crimson colour.
An hour later Draco awoke and shivered slightly from the cold. His clothes were saturated and as he remembered what happened he let a soft moan escape his lips from pain. He slowly fell out of the bath and sat on the cold, tiled floor shivering until he had enough strength to stand and walk. Suddenly he realised a note left at the side of the bath. He reached out and took hold of it.
Glad your finally awake.
Draco ripped up the hateful letter and hoped into another shower. After feeling fresh and more at ease he then went up to his dorm (with a towel wrapped around him) and got changed into his new, Slytherin dry robes. He looked at his chest and to his contentment the bruising had already started to disappear and he was glad that he found a spell which could help him heal faster instead of going back to the hospital wing. After finding his appearance to be almost back to normal (with the help of magic) Draco sighed and made his way towards the great hall for lunch.
Hermione sat in between Ron and Harry laughing as Dean made a very correct impression of Snapes morning performance. Her eyes were drawn to a silver haired blur out of the corner of her eye and he turned her head quickly and watched Draco march to his seat with the Slytherins. 'Something is wrong.' She whispered. Her line of thoughts was interrupted when owl s began to fly down and deliver mail.
'Ah, mails here.' Ron exclaimed and waited for his owl to find where he was. 'Look at him!' He announced and he pointed to his owl. 'He can't even find where I sit and yet I've sat here for six bloody years.' Both Hermione and Harry held back their laughter as Ron's face began to turn red from annoyance and impatience.
After a short while an elegant owl swept down and placed a note just infront of Hermione. She looked at the silver embroidered envelope and began to open it slowly. She took out the white letter and began to read it. With each word she read she pailed slightly and her blood turned to ice. I must get out of here. She thought and stood up hastily from her seat and excited the great hall not noticing someone exit behind her.
Is anyone else feeling sorry for draco? Could just be me. Well I hope this wasn't too confusing and I hope it wasn't a let down. *hangs head in shame and runs away before the rotten tomatoes can hit her*
AHHHHHHHHHH! Not the tomatoes, anything ut the tomatoes!!!!!!!!
Well I would love to write a review to the reviews I received last chappie but I have tried two times! *Angry face* and my msn made my word freeze TWICE *another disturbing angry face* so I can't be bothered to attempt to write them again. I'll do them next chappie. Cause I prob wont get to many reviews with this *sighs*
BUT THAT'S THE WAY THE COOKIE CRUMBLES
BA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
Please write a review and make my day. If you hate it.. Hummm.. Just say something nice anywaz :D