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Chapter 1 – Draco's Reality
Draco crouched in the back of the closet like a terrified little bunny. Not that he was scared of Lucius, only his temper, especially after a few drinks and bad news from the Dark Lord.
The blond was plotting how to escape his cramped sanctuary when the door flew open and sunlight flooded into the dark closet. Temporarily blinded, he blinked several time trying to adjust his eyes to the light. He felt a hand clumsily grasp a handful of his hair and yank him by it into a standing position.
His vision adjusted and he saw his assailant clearly. Lucius was swaying slightly as he tightly held his only child upright by his blond locks. He was squinting slightly at Draco and said, "Hiding? From your own father?"
Draco could tell that his father was about to go into one of his fits of temporary insanity. He just braced himself for what was about to come. What ole' Lucius would think if he knew that he had become predictable.
He saw his drunken father's arm draw back and felt him release his hair. Draco closed his eyes and clenched his jaw just as he felt the fist collide with the side of his face. He hit the floor hard and tried to snap out of the daze the blow had caused. Before he could though he felt the toe of Lucius's boot crash into his rips. The pain was almost unbearable. He couldn't breathe. Draco felt hot tears streaming down his pale cheeks, tears of pure agony.
"So now you are going to cry. You are too weak to be any son of mine," Lucius spit venomously. "You could never serve the Dark Lord. I don't know what he was thinking."
Draco's mind went blank. 'Oh no,' thought Draco, 'the Dark Lord is starting to include me in his plans now.' Draco didn't want anything to do with him or his father. He didn't want to have anything to do with the Dark Lord's plans. But if he refused he would be killed.
Draco clutched his ribs as he tried to get off the cold stone floor. His father smashed his foot into his ribs again. More tears flowed.
Draco looked up into those cold grey eyes and gave him a look of pure hatred, "I will give you something to cry about you weak fool!" Lucius bent down and repeatedly bashed his fist into Draco's skull. Then as the pin overwhelmed him, the world went dark.
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