A/n: This is the first fic I've written in ages, so please review and go easy on the flames. This is written from Draco's point of view but later on in the fic, I switch to other characters but don't worry! You shall be warned in advance.
Here you go, hope you like.
Shattered
Prolouge
The distant bass of the music provided them with the only evidence of their existence. Those enjoying the happy times to come. Those who don't need to do anything but start over. Those, ignorant, bloody fools, who were oblivious to the pain I feel. But it's not all about me they say. They... who think they can tell me what to do, what to feel. But its supposedly over now, and the only battle to fight, is the one with ourselves.
The whole manor to myself, the whole family wealth, it's reputation. The whole bulk rested on my shoulders. The seriousness of the situation has still not hit me. In 2 weeks I'll be back on the god forsaken train back to the hell hole callled Hogwarts. My last year, supposedly the best yet hardest year ever and I shall spend it in complete misery. And why shouldn't I? I did lose everything this summer.