Sectumsempra—Draco's Story
Chapter One—Depression
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Anxious, sixteen-year-old Draco Malfoy ran into the boy's bathroom on the sixth floor and slammed the door. That Potter boy once again beat him in Potions. If Draco did not know better, he would have thought that Potter's book was telling him how to cheat. However, there were more things on Draco's mind then the ridiculous Chosen One. The Dark Lord sent him on an important task, and he could not let his mind wander at things as stupid as his grade in Potions. Draco walked across the filthy bathroom floor. He pointed his wand at each of the stalls, blasting the doors away. All of them were empty. At last, Draco was isolated from any other soul. He slumped against the wall, lost in his thoughts. Automatically, his right hand reached up and grasped his left forearm. The Dark Mark. It was not burning, but he feels emotional pain thinking about it. The Dark Lord branded Draco with the Dark Mark shortly after informing Draco that he was to murder Dumbledore. The job seemed easy at the time, but now Draco could not do it. As much as he loathed Dumbledore, Draco could not decide how to kill him. He sat in the bathroom, stressed by the nearly impossible task set in front of him. The Dark Lord would kill Draco if he did not kill Dumbledore. But Draco couldn't…
After pondering for almost twenty minutes, Draco remembered that he was still in Hogwarts. Therefore, he still had classes to attend to. Grudgingly, Draco slowly rose up. He performed a useful spell to clear the grime off of his school robes. He strode across the floor and left. Little did he know that he was being watched.
Draco found it a habit to visit the boy's bathroom whenever he got the chance. The trips seemed to relieve his stress; occasionally, Draco would burst a pipe, or annihilate the bathroom stalls. However, ...