Draco Malfoy wasn't always as cold and heartless as he is now. At one time he used to be as carefree as any other child. But a series of event's broke that child's spirit and turned him into the man he is today.

Flashback age 6

Draco Malfoy laughed giddily as he rode his broom up and down the length of the back yard, the wind blowing out his long, blonde hair. Today was going to be a good day. It was perfect Quidditch conditions and for the first time in months, Lucius had promised to play Quidditch with him.

"Master Draco!" the tiny house elf called out to the boy who was entertaining himself by doing loop-de-loops, testing how wide he should go before he got scared. "Dobby has brought you pumpkin juice sir"

It was at that moment Draco noticed how thirsty he was. He'd been out in the sun for quite some time and flew down to cool his parched throat. "Thanks, Dobby" he said drinking down one cup and then a second.

"Dobby is happy to do it sir" the tiny elf squeaked "Would master like some cauldron cakes too?"

"No i don't want to eat too much" he informed "I'm gonna play Quidditch with my dad"

"Oh, really?" Dobby squealed a little too excitedly "That's good, isn't it, Master Malfoy?"

"Yeah!" Draco said matter of factly "We haven't played in ages"

Draco then went on a how he and Lucius never played anymore. As hard as Dobby tried to keep his eye's on his masters son, he couldn't help but notice a little bird struggling to keep airborne near the cluster of trees across the way.
"Oh!" Dobby squeaked as the bird fell to the ground .

"What!" Draco asked slightly perturbed that he'd been interrupted.
"Nothing Master Malfoy" the house elf tried to lie, his large eyes filling with tears as he watched the bird try and try again to get back into the air.

"You can't lie to me, Dobby. Tell the truth!" Draco commanded

"Well sir" Dobby began "Dobby has seen the littlest bird fall from the sky. Dobby suspects it's . . . its . . . hurt sir"

With that the house elf began to sob uncontrollably. Draco looked around puzzled as the emotional elf made its way back into the house. On his broom was Draco again, searching for the bird that had interrupted his conversation. He soon found it near the largest tree flapping its wings in an attempt to get up into the air again. As Draco descended he noticed that one of the birds wings wasn't moving no matter how hard the small bird tried. The blonde picked up the bird and gently tried to examine the wing , yet as he lifted it up the bird nipped at his finger.

"It's broken" Draco whispered stroking the top of the shivering birds head with his porcelain like finger.

"Draco!" Lucius' commanding voice called out.

For a moment Draco considered hiding out in the behind the trees and helping the bird. But the he remembered. "My dad can do magic!" he said to the little bird that just shivered harder at the sound of the excited boys voice. "He can help you!"

Draco grabbed up his Nimbus and with the bird cradled safely in his arms took off running toward his very tall father, who stood there looking very impatient and not ready to play Quidditch at all.

"Daddy, Daddy" he huffed

"What did I tell you about that sissy word?" Lucius snapped "Answer me!"

"N . . not to say it"

"If you want to address me you'll call me what?"

"Father"

"Yes, Draco"

He started about the bird then noticed his father's attire. "Da- Father . . . You can't play Quidditch in that"

"We're not going to play Quidditch"

Draco's excited face fell and the tears began to form "But you promised, remember?"

"I'm a very busy man, Draco" Lucius informed "I have no time for kiddy games"

His baby face began to turn red as he tried to keep the impending tears at bay "B but you promised!"

"Don't you ever raise your voice to me, Draco" Lucius instructed casting a deadly look his son's way.

"But you said so!" Draco screamed "You promised! You lied!"

"Draco, I'm losing my patience with you!" Lucius informed his once steady voice becoming strained and tight.

"No, No, No!" he yelled throwing down the broomstick. "You lied again!

"Draco"

"NO!" he cried stamping his feet.

"Quiet!" Lucius roared backhanding the young boy that fell back into the freshly cut grass with a faint thunk . The twittering bird was launched from his arms and landed beside him. Draco opened his mouth to cry but Lucius looked down at him threateningly and somehow Draco found the strength to stop mid cry.

"Get up" Lucius instructed pulling up the mini version of himself by the collar. "Stand up straight"

Draco attempted to retrieve the hopping bird and received another slap for not listening.

"I . . . I w was j j just trying to get the b . . b bird" he wailed holding his stinging red face

Lucius walked up to the bird that once again was trying to get into the air and snatched it up causing Draco to once again risk getting into trouble. He hurried up to his father and grabbed his arm.

"No, daddy. It's got a broken wing!" he tried to explain tugging on his robes.

With a force he rarely used with his son Lucius jerked his hand away and backhanded him so hard that blood poured from Draco's small upturned nose and a cut on his lip.

"STAND UP!" he roared

Draco, not wasting any time, did as told. Standing there shaking hard and blood pouring from his nose, Draco watched as Lucius came up to him the bird clutched in his right hand.

"This is what you disrespect me for?" he asked

"I just wanted you to help it" the small boy cried

"You want me to help . . . This?"

"Yes. Fix it's wing, please"

"Fix it's wing?" Lucius said incredulously "Fix it, yeah I'll fix it"

"You will?" Draco asked, his tears easing up.

"Yeah" he said taking the bird's head in his left hand and then there was a crack and the bird went limp.

Draco let out a horrified gasp as Lucius cruelly threw the lifeless body of the bird at his feet. The young boy looked up into his fathers hard, cold gray eyes, they were daring him to cry. But he couldn't, he just couldn't. So he wiped the blood from his nose, picked up his downed broom and stood in front of his father, the cold look matching his fathers. Once Lucius saw that he got a superior sneer on his face and clapped his hand on his son's back.

"Good boy" he commended leading him inside.

No, Draco wasn't always the way he is now. But it was a serise of events like this that change the boy and turn himinto the man he is today.