Author: Daisy

Rating: PG although some parts might be rated higher.

Summary: This is Draco's story. It has no clear beginning and it has not clear end. Each chapter is another part of his history. Each part details his journey through the darkness that each person holds inside.

Disclaimer: I hold no authority over any of J.K Rowling's books. I most definitely do not own any of the Harry Potter books.

Author's notes: This will (eventually) be slash. If you don't like that sort of thing perhaps it would best not to get attached to this story!

Into the Darkness

Chapter 1

People always say that life is for living. They believe it is to party and get rich. Yet, so many people forget what they are alive for. They no longer have time to enjoy life or learn from it. Too many people think life is another opportunity to advance in social standings. It has become a tool of time. Life has become just another object for people to use, to aide them when they need it and to throw away when it becomes useless. The only real goal these people have is to be remembered when they die. To be remembered many years to come. They figure the higher on the social scale they are; the more they will be remembered. Therefore, life is their tool.

Although I was like them at one point my life has taken many different turns that have changed my opinions. An example of this would be to say that my only goal in life is to remain unseen, unnoticed and never recognized, in the thousands of humans that stroll the same streets that I do. I have no desire to be remembered. The only way for me to be remembered is if I was discovered and if I was to be discovered, this story I feel that compelled to write down would die with me.

You might call it another goal. My only other wish is that this story is never found. This will bring up the question why write some down that you want to hide? Well, as I said before I feel compelled to write it down. This is the story about the only chance I had to fall in love. I never really got over my lover. My darling was the only person who has ever found out what I really am and I feel that if I write my story down I have a better chance at understanding what really happened.

My story is no fairytale, as you might have guessed. My life has never been easy or simple; it has always been complicated with twist and turns. I was never sure where I was going or what direction the rope of life was pulling me. I was never certain I would make it to the end. It was not that I was hungry; meals were easy to find and I have always had shelter. My life was not that of a typical homeless person and their fight for survival. For those humans I have more respect then anyone could possibly know. These people have the amazing ability to see through my façade. Although I have a lot of respect for them, now is not the time to talk about them. It is time for me to explain why my life was so hard. As in most stories, whether they are romance or adventure, I shall begin at the start of it. I shall briefly describe my childhood (for that is not the interesting part of my life) and than I shall spin my own story of romance and danger just as every other author.

My childhood seemed to be that of a typical rich kid. I guess people like to imagine that nothing sinister can happen to a child because they are so innocent. Even in the wizarding world, people like to imagine that children are not corrupted by the evil of this world. My life was full of magic and potions. It would have been perfect other than the fact that my parents hated each other. They had spent their childhood playing tricks and hurting each other. The only reason they were together was an arranged marriage.

My father was never a gentle person. He always believed that I would be the weak link in our family. My father was not a very big man but he was very good at intimating you when you stood near him. He was very talented in dark magic. Not many people realize that my father knew how to bypass the law. He had taught himself how to use a killing curse without getting caught. I guess that is why he hated me so. There was no way for him to kill me without breaking any rules. My father would yell at my mother about how he wished we would both just die, while he beat me. He hated me because I had some of my mother in me and he thought mother was a complete waste of space. She did not even measure up to what he saw as a human being.

My mother, on the other hand, was a sweet woman. She was the type of woman that would hold you when you needed to be held and yell at you when you needed to let out steam. My mother was the only reason I am alive today. She was one of the only people that ever loved me. I tell you that now with much regret, for I never did treat her with the respect she deserved. My father's approval was more important than my mother's love. I though that maybe if I treated my mother like he did, he would see me as person rather than a dog to be kicked. I wish I could have told my mother what her love meant to me. I still remember all the times she would come into my room and tuck me in without my father noticing. She was a very brave woman and I still miss her.

I was never really allowed to do the things that make childhood fun. My parents thought that life was too short to enjoy playing in the mud. My day was full of lessons in being the perfect nobleman's son. I was brought up knowing the strategies of war and could beat anyone in fencing. Of course all of this was done for the wizarding world, so the strategies all had to do with magic. Fencing was just to build up quickness in my feet.

I was raised in an environment that was built upon lies and half told truths. The air was always tense and no one knew when it might explode. The only thing that I can officially be thankful about those early years was that whenever the air actually did explode, I was never around. It always seemed to be when I was at my grandparents. Not that it was planned, it just sort of happened. I do not think my father would send me away if he knew that my mother always liked to make him tick but she was too afraid of what he would do to me so she always made the bomb go off when I was away.

By the time I was ten, I believed the world was made up of two kinds of people; the kind that did the lying and the kind that believed in the lies. The scary thing is I was very close to being right. The beatings made me grow up quick enough to realize that not everything is black and white. There are just two colours in the world, black and grey. There is no white because if there were the colour white, we would not be in the state that we are in now.

I think that it was because of this that my life took the road it did. I mean I believed at the age of 10 that people were only using each other to gain something. I guess you could say my life was doomed to fail from a very young age. I wonder why destiny is so unfair. Where one person is born in great wealth, well another is born into poverty, why is it that the one born into poverty can be happier than the one who has everything. Though, I am not Christian, I wonder why God gave special privileges to some and not to others. Were we not all supposed to be equal? I guess it's a good thing that I am not Christian I think I would be a hypocrite if I were and a lot of people would hate the new ideas that I would bring.

The only time in my young life that I thought perhaps destiny could be changed was when I received my letter from Hogwarts. I remember the day so well. It was my eleventh Birthday. The sky was overcast and the letter was the only thing I got. I remember because mother and I were just going to go out for a stroll in Hustler's Park, when one of the house elves came and told my mother that there was a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I could hardly contain my excitement. My mother being the woman she was made me wait until after dinner before I was allowed to open the letter. Of course that only made the day more exciting.

I was surprised to see that the letter had been addressed to me personally. Not many people dared to contact me. They usually went through my parents first. I was happy to see my name on the front of the letter. My parent's response to the letter was nothing that I had expected. They seemed pleased! In fact I think that was the only time that my father ever looked at me with something like pride. I think that it was also this letter that changed something inside of me. I mean of course I had always looked for a way to impress my father but I thought that this letter was the way to do it. I don't think I realized at that time that my father was using me.

That was the last year that my parents did not celebrate my Birthday. Every year after that, my parents hosted the largest party of the year and everyone who was anyone would be there. It was all a big show for them. Or at least it was for my father. My Birthday was something that I dread from that day on.

Things were definitely looking up or so I thought. I believed that once I reached Hogwarts, all of my problems would disappear and I would get the chance to make something of myself. I thought all of my dreams and hopes where laid down before me with this letter. I must have been naïve to believe that. Nothing comes without hard work and determination. My father can be glad that he taught me that. My understanding of the world would change once I got to Hogwarts. Instead of all of problems disappearing there would be other problems and I would learn that just because you do not see the problem any more that does not make it gone.

Thank-you so much for reading this. Could you please tell me what you thought? I would also like to take the time to thank my wonderful beta readers. They are the most amazing people in the world. I love you all! Daisy