Chapter One- The beginning

I walked down the stairs and I saw the first floor and I remembered perfectly the day my father died. My house was dark and cold, my mother was locked up I her rooms crying her heart her heart out once again. I stepped onto the front lawn and sat on the damp grass. As raindrops fell over me, I closed my eyes and let my tears slip away. My back fell on the grass and I remembered back two weeks...it was my entire fault. If it weren't for me he'd still be alive, he'd be right by my side giving me my birthday present. As I suddenly remembered my years as a child. My parents had always chosen my friends, my personality, and my home, my everything. At first I hated it, but now I realized it was the best for me.

It was the middle of the summer, and all I wanted to do was go back to Hogwarts, away from this Hell that I was living in. I never really thought I would ever say that, but since everything changed this summer, I wanted to get away from here. I didn't want to accept my present and future, I wanted my past to stay as it was and be my present and future. All I wanted was to go back being the most wanted guy in school, besides Potter. I wanted to be surrounded by friends and my cronies Crabbe and Goyle. I wanted to step back into my real world, being evil and torturing smaller ones. It was my life. But in my life, not all things were fun; I had a secret, a horrible and dark secret. If anyone found out I'd go to Azkaban the wizarding jail, once guarded by Dementors, now by dragons. It was the fear of any dark wizard, going there would lay their fate, their destiny, their future.

I let my last tear drops fall, I dried my eyes and stood up. The sky was cloudy and the rain was still falling; my clothes were soaking wet, but I didn't mind...I walked into my house; it was surrounded by wizarding items, books, objects. House elves running around the house with dismay. I smirked as I stepped in. I took a deep breathe and walked further into my house, again, finding my mother crying in the kitchen. She turned around once she heard my faint footsteps; her eyes were red and swollen. Her hair was a mess, all ruffled up and it wasn't brushed. It was an awkward thing that my mother hadn't brushed her hair, she had always been one of those that cared much about her looks. But since my father died, nothing has been the same.

"Draco hunny," my mother sobbed as she wiped her tears away. "Your Hogwarts letter arrived."

I walked over to her side and took the letter form her hand. I gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. I had never in my life done that, but I knew she felt lonely, so I did it.

I took a seat next to fireplace, it wasn't on because the fireplace cleaner was working, last time, we left the fireplace on and it got burnt, we had to buy another one. It was rather funny watching the brush flying all over our mansion covered in fire. I slightly chuckled to myself and opened my letter:

Dear Mr. Malfoy:

I am pleased to inform you that once again you have been chosen to be one of Hogwarts most honored, by being one of our 6th year Prefects. This year, a difference form last year, being as it is your 6th year, you will have to share a common room with the two Prefects' from the assigned house.

Congratulations!

This letter includes your school supply list and the results for your O.W.L.s

We shall be pleased to coma around on seeing you September first. The Hogwarts express leaves at 11:00 A.M on Platform 9 ¾.

Respectfully,

Deputy Headmistress,

Minerva McGonagall

A rush of extreme excitement ran through my body as I tore open the O.WL.s results. Once I read them I was very satisfied and pleased.

CLASS: WRITTEN: PRACTICAL:

Astronomy E E

Care of Magical Creatures A A

Charms E O

Defense against the Dark Arts O O

Divination A A

Herbology E O

History of Magic E E

Potions O O

Transfiguration E E

I smirked. I knew that Professor Snape had given me a few extra points.

At the very bottom of the parchment was written:

Total of: 7 Owls

...

A wooden house at the north of London. Everything seemed perfectly fine. Nobody would ever think that a muggle-born witch would be sitting by a television set and reading a letter that came by owl. But me and my friends knew better, I lived in a muggle town, of course, filled with muggles. When I was eleven I learned that magic existed and that I would be entering the finest school of Witch and Wizardry there is, ruled by the most powerful Wizard there is; Albus Dumbledore.

I finished reading my letter and the first thing that crossed through my mind was that I'd die if I'd have to share a common room with the Slytherins. At least I knew that Malfoy and Parkinson weren't going to be this years Prefect's after last years event at Hogwarts. I easily put that thought of my head and continued reading my all-time favorite book "To Kill a Mockingbird". I hadn't even read two lines when an owl swooped in and landed on my arm. This time it was Hedwig, Harry's owl. Enthusiastically, I tore open the envelope, of course expecting good new as always:

Hermione!

Hey, How are you? Hope you're great. My summer has been so far wonderful! On my third week at the Dursley's, the Wesley's rescued me. With Fred and George's business (which is going great), they paid their whole family including me, a vacation to America! Wow! We're in a small magical town in New York, it's really amazing. Tomorrow we're going to the muggle towns. The Weasley's especially Mr. Weasley, he's really enjoying the amazing muggle tools. It's actually really funny.

We're really sorry that we didn't invite you Hermione! It as just so sudden...I guess we kind of um, forgot. I hope you forgive us.

Your friends,

Harry

P.S: Ron says hullo and wants you o know that he's prefect again. He's not too happy about it. He's looking very much like the twins saying that it'll take all the fun out of his life. Oh yes, and Ginny's prefect too. She's really pleased.

My heart sank. Again, Harry and Ron were having all sorts of fun and I was stuck here doing nothing! I know it was wrong of me to be jealous since I had spent all of last summer with Ron, but it had only been for a while. I had always watched Ron and Harry talking and understanding each other very clearly, and I was always left out.

All I needed was a friend, my very own true friend that I could trust. Someone I could always and forever be by her side and her by mine. I had never been very popular. Since I was in first grade, I had always been known as Know-it-all Granger; I never really cared I had been too busy stuck into books to even mind that I had no friends. But when I entered Hogwarts, for the very first time I found two friends that actually cared about me and loved me for whom I am and didn't mind how I was. But I had always felt a tinge of sadness, because Harry and Ron always had something in common, while I was there trying to find a way to fit into their minds.

I shook my head and tried to forget about the horrible moments I had suffered in my life. I pulled back my bushy brown hair out of my eyes and face and continued reading, not fully paying attention to the book. I grabbed a pin and held my hair back letting the breeze rush down my spine and back.

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Only two weeks left until I went back to Hogwarts. I had felt lonelier ever day, stuck in my house listening to my mother cry day and night. I had seen my girlfriend Pansy Parkinson the day before and that got my spirit up and back to normal, but once I stepped into my house I started remembering back to that day. I would remember my father clearly as if I had just seen him.

He was tall, icy blue eyes like mine and dirty blond hair. The same smile as me and anyone could tell I was son. He was wonderful to me; every day he'd send me boxes of chocolate to fulfill my day with candy. I smirked as I remembered him. He was a death eater, the most loved death eater there was. The Dark Lord had a very big affection towards me and my father, I was like his son to him; he had showed me many things letting me understand how life really works. How muggles and mudbloods are good-for-nothing, worthless people. And since I had learned that I had tortured every muggle born of mudblood lover there was at Hogwarts.

As I realized that I was late at meeting my two cronies Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe, I dashed down the stairs nearly knocking over the newest house-elf, Kretcher, I very annoying house-elf as a matter of fact. But he was worth having in the family. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed my Hogwarts letter and went over to the fireplace. I quickly put some Floo Powder on my hand and throwing into the fire yelling "Diagon Alley!" I stepped into the fire and started feeling a rush of dizziness. I saw the familiar rainbow of swirls, they belonged to wizarding houses and just before I landed I saw a swirl of red, a lot of red-orange.

Must belong to the mudblood lovers Weasley's red hair.

The swirls stopped, I gracefully stepped out starting to realize my head was throbbing. I brushed the dust off my clothes and headed towards Gringotts, the wizarding bank.

Once I walked out of Gringotts, pockets full of gold, I walked to Quality Quidditch Supplies to see that Potter and Weasley were there, goggling at the window. I smirked. Must be some new broom and they're fussing about it. I motioned myself over there and my jaw dropped as I saw the newest broom in stock.

The Rush. That's what it was called, I gapped at it. The handle was silver and the name was carefully written in gold, strips of a silvery gold were all around the broom. It was laying in mid-air; many children were jumping as if trying to grab hold on it.

Stepped into the shop and went over to the counter.

"Ah Mr. Malfoy, I suppose you are here to buy our newest broom."

I smirked.

"Of course I am." I said evilly, making sure Potter and Weasley heard me.

"I knew you wouldn't leave to Hogwarts without one, I reserved one especially for you."

He went to the back of the shop and came back carrying a gold box. He carefully placed it on the counter and I saw the words The Rush written in silver over the gold. He opened the box and I saw it laying there. The brand new broom.

"Amazing isn't it?" He asked me. "Favorites for the next World Cup. Fastest one there is."

"I can imagine." I said. I had never before been speechless, but this was just amazing.

"70 Galleons." He said.

It didn't surprise me. I pulled out my money carrier and counted out 70 Galleons, I pushed them over to Mr. Valentine and he put the box in a bag and handed in over to me.

I turned around and walked out the store. Next to me I heard an exasperating voice.

"Harry, you've got to get one, look, Malfoy's got one." When I heard my name I swirled around and smirked as I saw Potter and Weasley. Time to have a little bit of fun. I walked over to them. Weasley just gapped at me.

"Too bad your fat mum doesn't have enough money to buy you a broom Weasel. Pity." I laughed.

"Malfoy, go away." Potter yelled at me.

"Oh what are you going to do if I don't? You're going to cry over to that old prune Dumbledore?"

"No. I'll curse you." This voice belonged to neither Potter nor Weasley. It belonged to mudblood Granger. I laughed harder.

"Oh yeah? You'll get expelled mudblood. Maybe you should use your brain!"

...

My temper was getting very aggravated by now. I was sick and tired of him already. 5 years of torture, humiliation and disgrace. I pulled out my want and pointed it at him.

"Malfoy, I advise you to stay away this year. My temper had gone off the line and I'm not supporting any of your bull this year." I said stonily.

"Oh, I'm so scared!" he said sardonically.

"You better be!" Ron yelled out at him. "Now that your daddy isn't alive he won't be able to save you!"

Ron was just got out of hand. He was in trouble now. Malfoy walked smoothly up to Ron and grabbed his neck; he detained him against the nearest wall.

"Speak anymore about my father; I swear I'll kill you. And I'm not joking."

He released Ron and turned around and headed towards the Leaky Cauldron.

"Ron! Are you alright?" I shrieked as I jumped over to him.

"Hermione, are you mad? You could have gotten into serious trouble if you had done magic!" Harry said looking at me directly in the eye. I chuckled.

"Oh don't spoil the fun Harry! I'm just so tired of Malfoy, he's been going on and on about us three and I want him to stop, for good."

"Hermione, Hermione, me too..." Ron and Harry said at the same time.

I laughed. "So Harry, are you getting the broom?"

"I don't know. I really want it, but my firebolt it just really significant to me."

I nodded. I understood perfectly. It was his godfather Sirius Black that gave him the Firebolt. Sirius was now dead; he had died at the end of the previous year. He meant very much to Harry and we all missed him tremendously.

"But you know what?" He started. "I think I will buy it. After all, if Malfoy bought one, I should also; it would be really hard to beat him this year."

"Bloody brilliant mate!" Ron yelled out making several disturbed witches jump. I stared at Ron bewildered and then, motioned Harry to go inside to buy the new Rush.