I mean, I started out First Year.
Pretty normal, except for everything with my parents. But still a good kid. The second I get sorted into Slytherin, a greasy blond haired boy and his friends laugh at me.
And not just laugh, but really, howling laughter. I go red and fall on my way to the Slytherin table, and all the girls laugh at me except for a few, including my Mel.
Second year. That blond haired boy, aka Lucius, pushes me off a broom during Quidditch practice. I break an arm.
Third year. Lucius slips Exploding Powder into my healing potion. It explodes all over me and I fail.
Fourth year. Lucius prods me with his wand as I practice an important transfiguration spell in front of the whole class. I end up hanging from the ceiling-lamps. Naked.
And now all of this? This was just two much too handle. He couldn't do this! Everyone hated him, except for his little "posse." They just acted likethey liked them. He tormented the guys he hated. He called the girls he didn't like "sluts." The teacher's didn't care. He was pure-blood and from a wealthy family. He was horrible at everything you could name, every subject and social ability, but heck, the teachers still gave him "Perfect"'s. They never gave him detention. Ever.
The Slytherins never acted like they hated Lucius. Except me. The guys would say, "Hey, Malfoy. Care for a little one-on-one chess game after Charms?" And the girls would float all over him. "Oh, Lucius, you're so handsome."
And he'd wink and say, "Meet me in the Common Room after hours."
And only God knows what they did.
I ran into a greasy black-haired boy on my way to the dungeons. I recognized him. Severus, a really quiet kid who probably didn't like Malfoy but just acted like it so they didn't lock him in the broom cupboards that "Alohomora" didn't unlock.
"Tom..." he murmured while glaring at me. What I had I done?
"What?" I asked, looking at him. Asshole.
"I'm just saying... You better be careful, Lucius is telling everyone a bunch of stories."
I nodded at him. I hated him before this. He hated me before this. Why was he suddenly giving me useful and helpful advice? It beat me. "Uh.. thanks, Severus."
"Call me Snape," he spat. Then he turned towards the direction of the common room and walked a little in front of me. "Lucius is pureblood and rich," he said. "He'll stop at nothing to bring down his enemies." He looked at me. "You are one of Malfoy's enemies."
"I know," I said. I sighed. I already knew all of the things he was telling me now.
"But in my line of friends and enemies... Let's just say, you're not an enemy," Snape said suddenly.
Well, okay, except that.
"Thanks again... I think," I said and kind of smiled at him.
"I didn't say you were a friend," he said and looked away.
Okay. Wow. Moody kid, this was.
We sauntered in and went to our beds, and he never said a word to me again that night.
Lucius was on the floor, gasping for breath.
Enchantments and spells flew from my lips as I held my wand out, it being pointed perfectly in his direction, and I smirked. This was all coming together.
"No, Master Riddle, please no!" he cried, and a servant of mine kicked him in the stomach and blood spewed from his mouth as I laughed in pleasure.
"Malfoy, Malfoy," I said, grinning still. "You are not yet forgiven for your sins towards me."
More laughter from me and cries of pain from Lucius. More beatings, more pain. I stood there, feeling proud. This is what he got for all those years of torture. For those days of teasing. For those weeks of pain. For those months of embarrasment. This is what he got, for treating me like that. This is what happens, when you treat my lovely Melody like that.
Suddenly my love Mel was at my side. I kissed her sweetly and held her tightly, oh how I loved her, and I hated Malfoy for having deflowered her in such a grotesque way. And those other Slytherin boys - they helped him.
The Slytherin boys lay next to him now, grimacing in pain.
"Tom," asked Melody. "What're you doing, Tom? That's enough."
"He deserves it!" I snapped at her. I just snapped at her. Why?
"That's enough punishment," she said, her eyes tearing up now. "You can't do this, Tom."
"He tortured me."
"But not like this!" she yelled.
"Much like this."
"Let him go!" she demanded. I let go of her and pushed her away. What a horrible thing to say to me, "let him go!" She didn't have the right to do this.
"He's a sinner," I said, shaking my head and looking down. I quickly looked back up; I was right. This was in my way of showing him that what he has done was wrong. I deserved to do this him, just as he deserved to feel this pain, along with all of the other boys who had helped him. This was in the matter of right and wrong, and what I was doing was surely right.
Lucius and Melody stared at me ; "What about your sins?"
My eyes shot open, and I awoke in a fit of pain, covered in sweat.
That dream... Would it come true? Would I be Malfoy's Master one day?
No, I was too small of a person to that. Me. Stupid old Tom. I was a follower, not a Master. I was a servant, not a Commander. I couldn't do anything more than listen to what other said to me. I had no independance.
And Melody. It couldn't happen in the future. The way I treated her. Using her, then pushing her away? No. I would never do that. I loved her with all my heart.
And yet, that dream felt real.
All my passions in that dream. My wants. The want of having Lucius and the other tortured. It was all far too real ; all true.
I did want Lucius tortured.
Author's Note:
Hi kids. D Please review! I love this story but there's like one review. And look at my other stories. o: 3
Also sorry for it being so short! I felt like I needed to end the Chapter like that. Gonna write some more, ciao.