Draco lay awake on his bed watching the dust particles flutter in and out of the light that shone through the curtains of his bedroom.
He lay in silence deep in thought. He was anticipating his trip back to Hogwarts more than anything. Hogwarts was the one place where he had control of his life.
A blood-curdling scream erupted into the deafening silence of the manor.
Draco stomach dropped. Mother...
Acting quickly Draco grabbed his wand from his bedside. He swept across the room wincing as his bear feet meet the cold stone slated floor beneath him. His bedroom door before him slammed open. Draco began to run.
"God Narcssia please be all right," he thought as he increased his speed "Merlin knows what hes doing to her…"
Room after room flashed past as Draco ran through the manor.
"Why in gods name are there so many fucking rooms in this house!" hissed Draco to himself increasing his speed.
"NO LUCIUS!" Draco stopped dead. It was Narssica. Draco stared around his surroundings to see that across the hall from him were the towering mahogany doors that led to the library.
"YOU TREACHEROUS SNAKE! HOW DARE YOU DISOBEY ME!"
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I BEG YOU!" came the sobbing voice of Narcssia.
Draco reached for the cool brass handle and slowly twisted the nob. Careful to make no noise. The sobbing continued as he quickly sunk into the shadows of the shelves. As Draco reached the end of the row he peered round the corner to see his mother at the feet of his farther. He towered over Narcssia. Eyes full of anger and rage, Draco froze. The only source of light in the room came from the fire place shillioueting the two figures. The bright dancing flames made no difference to the icy atmosphere at all.
"YOU HAVE NO RESPECT... NARCSSIA!" he spat her name as though she was a toxic venom. "AND FOR THAT YOU SHALL LEARN WHAT IT MEANS TO BE SORRY!"
Draco watched in fear as his father raised his fist and delivered a power full blow to Narcssia jaw. Narcssia let a cry of pain as her head connected to the cold hard stone floor with a sickening crack that echoed throughout the library.
Draco felt himself cringe at the sight of his weak mother. She was so vulnerable to him. She couldn't take his blows like he could any more.
"You have become weak Narcssia my dear" he sneered at her from above as he retracted his leg and kicked Narcssia in the ribs with such force that she rolled a meter. She let out a cry of such pain that Draco felt as though he would vomit.
Draco watched as Lucius walked over to the limp petite figure that was his mother. Anger surged within him. Why do you let him treat you so mother? All those years I saw he hurt. The marks he left across your neck. Why?
Lucius raised Narciass's head to meet his gaze.
"You mean nothing to me" he hissed so quietly Draco strained to hear, and with that he stood but not with out his hard black leather shoe connecting with Narcssia face once more.
Draco couldn't contain himself any longer. He stepped out from the shadows.
"You basted!" he spat at the man he feared the most.
Lucius's head snapped up at the sudden intrusion. When he recognised who had interrupted him an insane smile played across his face.
"What did you say to me boy?" he said laughing harshly. Draco felt himself go cold. He knew he'd pay for that.
"You fucking bastard!" Shouted Draco. "She's pregnant and you could have killed her!"
Draco watched his father's eyes. Something stirred behind them… was it fear?
"Oh no my boy" laughed Lucius slowly walking towards Draco.
"You see having one failure in the family is enough for me to bear, I shall not make the same mistake again by allowing this tramp to give birth"
Draco looked down at his mother bruises covered her wrists and a trickle of crimson was now visible in her honey blonde hair.
He began to feel the familiar burning at the corner of his eyes. Lucius would never let him forget it.
"It wasn't my fault" murmured Draco looking away.
If Lucius saw his weakness he knew he'd have no chance.
"What did you say boy" snarled Lucius.
Draco clench his fists feeling his nails dig into his palms so deep that they drew blood. Why did it hurt so much? It happened seven years ago? Why couldn't he move on? He knew she meant everything to him…
"Face me boy" hissed Lucius who now stood less than a meter in front of him.
Turning his head Draco smelt the familiar sent of liqueur on his father's breath.
"It wasn't my fault!" shouted Draco into the Silence.
No sooner had the words left his mouth Lucius's fist collided with his jaw. Draco was caught off guard and swung dangerously and hit the ground with a thud. The bittersweet taste of blood filled his mouth.
"You are just like your mother" laughed Lucius kneeling down to Draco "You to are weak"
"You are no more than the dirt that I tread apon…you care only about yourself Draco…You cared to much about yourself that you killed Sky-"
"NO!" screamed Draco. Slowly getting to his feet Draco's vision slipped in and out. The earth underneath him swayed and he leant on the shelf for support.
"I DID NOT KILL SKY!" he shouted shaking with pure anger and hatred for the man that stood before him. He enjoyed tormenting him. He loved to watch him suffer every time he blamed Draco for sky's death. The pain was always unbearable. He knew this pain would never stop never would he forgive himself for what happened that day...
He couldn't go on like this any more…
"It ends tonight..." whispered Draco to himself.
"What nonsense do you speak boy!" demanded Lucius.
"It ends tonight," said Draco lifting his head to meet his fathers gaze. So many years had he feared those eyes. So many years had they tortured him. So many years had they haunted him. But now he needed to break free...
"Don't tell my boy that you think you can over come me" spat Lucius "You have no idea what power I hold"
Something stirred within Draco; it felt as though a flame had come to life. Power rippled throughout his veins, he could sense it surging though out his blood. Magic was on his side. He would win tonight.
"That is true father I do not," said Draco calmly
"But the power you once held over me has faltered and I'm here to take my revenge for those years you kept me in the darkness, fighting off your demon's, fighting away your fears"
Draco constantly watched Lucius's eyes looking for a sign of weakness. But the mask of ice that he himself had inherited hid his emotions well.
"I have no fear," said Lucius looking down at his son loathingly.
"Oh but you do father" sneered Draco
"Oh and what would that be?"
"Me..."
A flicker of fear flashed in Lucius's eyes, Draco striked...
A/N:
Hey guys plz tell me was this any good?
I'm sorry this chapter was crap but it was just an attempt to get rid of my Block but it hasn't seemed to have done anything. Sorry once again I'll be reposting this chapter again and was wondering if I should add on the fight scene or not? Oh well plz review it always makes my day. By the way I don really appreciate Flames, but CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is welcome, as long as it doesn't put me off writing altogether -
Once again this is a very poor piece of writing from me and I'm sorry