CHAPTER 2- I Don't need to be.

"Stones to throw at my creator, Masochist to which I cater, you don't need to bother, I don't need to be."

Last Line:

Draco smiled sadly and slipped the letter into his pocket.

Now:

It was nearly a month ago that Draco Had received a letter from Hermione asking him to come live with her. In his head he had been planning it. But there was no denying it he was afraid of his father. He was afraid to run away. Draco had always wanted to hurt his father for hurting him. He hated his father with a vengeance more for what he did to Draco's mother. He drove her to suicide. Draco had only just turned sixteen…just over two years ago It happened. Draco would never forgive his father. He had made a promise to his mother about his future. But it looked as though the promise was breaking.

The rain poured down drenching Draco. He slowly followed the vicar down the path. His uncle and two cousins were there to pay their respects to Narcissa Malfoy. Draco's mother was lowered into the ground. Lucius couldn't be here because he had business to do for the Dark Lord. As his wife is being buried he is probably off killing some other person and adding them to the ground. Two white roses were thrown on to the grave as the vicar began to speak "we have entrusted" Draco lifted his head and looked at his unknown family members. They were all crying. They didn't even know his mother properly; Lucius wouldn't have acknowledged them at all if he'd been here.

"Earth to earth," Draco couldn't cry, it was his father's fault, "Ashes to ashes", because Lucius always hit him if Draco cried. "Dust to dust", Draco watched as his mysterious uncle (a tall, dark haired man with the same eyes as him, the same as his mothers; a misty grey) threw a purple rose on to the coffin that had reached the ground, "to eternal life through our lord Jesus Christ" (the vicar continued.) That was his mothers favourite flower. How did he know that? The uncle drew the shape of a cross onto his body and walked away with his son (who nodded at Draco politely) and his daughter; leaving Draco alone with the vicar "rose again for us" the vicar finished "To him be glory, forever and ever". The vicar smiled a reassuring smile at Draco and walked over to him.

"My child," he said, " If you ever need someone to talk to, you may always talk to our holy father or you can come to me. We will always listen to people in need or who just want a friend to talk to."

"Thank you Father" Draco said as the vicar walked away.

Draco watched as his mothers grave was filled and finally he was left alone. He placed a purple rose on the soil that buried his mother in shadows. He placed his wand on the flower and said "reverof" Draco whispered, "They will never die, no matter what mum…the same as you will ever die. You will always live on through memories from the people who love you." He walked away from the grave and sat down on a bench "I promise you mum, I will never be like Lucius, I swear. I love you and I'm sorry I never told you."

"Draco, Come here now, Draco!" A voice brought him out of his memory. "Draco I'm not going to call you again!" The foul voice of Lucius boomed down the stairs.

"Coming Father." Draco yelled back.

His footsteps echoed as he walked up the cold marble stairs, across the landing into the imposing room of his fathers. The sourness was in the air.

Inside was the round table, with 13 black winged chairs set out with equal space between them. Papers were scattered all across the table, books were left untouched on shelves.

Draco hated this room. This was the room his father used to plan murders, committed murders and even laughed about the murders with other death eaters.

"Ahhh Son, I have something from our Lord for you. Here…" Lucius handed Draco a small letter, "Open it, it's yours, just arrived now."

Draco tarred open the letter and read it aloud:

Draco Malfoy,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been

Accepted into the circle of the Death eaters. You will be a valued

Member of the horde. We hope you will serve our Lord proudly.

Dates of Ceremony below,

Yours Sincerely

Agane Van Morrison

Time: 11:00pm, Date: 22nd January 2009, Place: Your father

Will know

Draco took a gulp as he looked at his father. Lucius was smiling. An evil smile showing Draco that He, Lucius Malfoy had won. Draco wouldn't, couldn't become a Death eater. All those long nights he had spent telling Hermione how he would never stoop so low to become a Death eater. H had to end it all now, while it was just he and his father.

"Father, I have power, strength and I can be anything I want to be." He took a deep breath and continued, "I'm going through changes Father and I have been for a long time. Changes I think you need to be aware of."

Lucius' smirk dropped and he began to look seriously at his son.

"Carry On Son…" He pushed.

"Well I, umm, I'm not like you, umm, I'm better…I'm becoming a better person, not someone like you and well you know." Draco mumbled.

"In other words…" Lucius began, "Your slipping. Perhaps a few whips will get you feeling yourself…" He stood up and moved towards Draco, He pulled out the whip from his back pocket, "…again."

I keep slipping father

"Don't even think about raising that thing at me. You won't hurt me anymore. I won't let you!" Draco felt more confident. "As I was saying I'm not like you, Now that I'm changing. I wont let myself change back. I'll die before you and your malevolence trap me again. I'm not your prisoner anymore".

Lucius laughed sarcastically. "What do you plan on doing? Raise a hand on your old man, or run away. Where are you going to go? Who will have you? The son of Lucius Malfoy…"

" I already have a place ready for me, with…" Draco paused quickly. He put his hand on his chest and held the butterfly close to his heart. He nearly gave Hermione away.

"Awww has my Son got a girlfriend. Someone he thinks he can love. Trust me you don't know how to love. Now get out of my site!" He spat angrily.

DRACO'S DIARY:

December 30th 2008,

Wish I were too dead to cry self-affliction fails. All my life I've been too afraid

To cry and show my feelings. Due to my fathers' upbringing, I would rather die than cry. Ok, I admit I'm frightened of him, fearfully frightened. If I were around in the olden days I would Stone my creator. Masochist, to which I cater. I want to hurt him like he has hurt me and for making me the way I am. Father you don't need to bother. I'm not going to be the way you want me to be. I don't need to be like you I keep slipping Father and once I'm done, I wont go till it bleeds. I'm becoming a better person thanks to Hermione. She really has changed me, teaching me to open my heart. I'll die before I become like him, I hated Death eater. I will not be trapped by him again.

Draco