Draco Malfoy slammed the door of his room in pure rage, making the walls quiver as if
in fright. This shook the shelves that were attached to the wall and sent about fourty book
toppling down, one falling painfully on his foot.
He cursed under his breath, but didn't cry out. The fresh new pain of his throbbing big
toe was nothing compared to all the torture and wretchedness inside of him. He reached
for his wand in his pocket to levitate all the books back on the shelves, but the pocket
was empty…just like his insides. He needed to get a new wand.
The memory of earlie that day swept into Draco's mind. His mother, Narcissa, had flung
the wand into the fireplace. He had been using it to stop that woman from stabbing a
family house elf to death.
No-not his mother… his stepmother.
Narcissa was Draco's stepmother, but no one outside the Malfoy household knew that.
His proud father Lucius would never want anyone to find out his only son was actually
born from a different woman, a woman passed away long ago. A woman Draco knew
nothing about, exept that she, in fact, was his real mother.
As a result, Draco's family of three people, along with sheepish houselves and miserable
animals, was terribly dysfunctional. And right now, he couldn't face it anymore…he
gazed at the books on the floor, his eyes swiveling through different bold titles:
Pride of the Pureblood...
What is Expected When Inheriting the Noble Family Fortune...
The Dark Lord and His All-Knowing Mind...
He started getting dizzy and reached for a white container with a tight lid that was sitting
on his bedside table. The label read in fuzzy letters:
Anti-Depressant Pills- Consume with CAUTION.
He could have a go at them... end it all now. Draco opened it and shook some pills into
his palm. He held them with a trembling hand and glanced up, noticing his calender of
Puddlemore United (his favorite Quidditch League). According to the red mark he
had drawn, school started on Monday...his 6th year That was approximately 48 hours
from now, and he could be away from all this… no more of this wretched place with
glasses shattering and ear-deafening screams in the dead of night. No more listening to his
parents swear and have a go at eachother, Draco himself sometimes being the main
element of their fight. His existence alone seemed a tedious pain to them.
Well, that's fine, I'll be gone soon. I'll be far away from your precious lives and don't count on me to come visit on any of the school vacations.
As he thought this he slowly dropped the pills in his hand back into the container, one by
one, each making a soft sound as it hit the bottom.
Hermione Granger squinted in the bright daylight. It was 11:15 a.m., Monday morning..
Her parents had given her a ride to the King's Cross station before rushing off to a
daycare center.
And now the Muggle world seemed to fade behind her as she got ready for her return to
the Wizarding world. She loved Hogwarts and she also adored her family. But sometimes
having to switch between the two so periodically got her worked up and dispirited.
Especially NOW, she sighed. In late March, when she was still at school, her parents had
given birth to a baby brother, Heath, and, unlike her, he was a definite muggle.
He was, without a doubt, the most georgeous thing. But somehow Hermione felt this
baby had been openly getting more attention, more cuddles, more smiles than she, the
"wicked witch", ever did. The gap that had been in her family triangle ever since she was
born, almost sixteen years ago, was now filled with the arrival of this muggle baby. But
instead of the triangle turning into a square, with four people, Heath seemed to nudge her
out of the triangle and take her spot.
Taking a deep breath, Hermione started walking to the station entrance. She held up
three fingers to her hair and swiped away strands of light brown hair falling to her eyes.
She noticed something on the back of her hand and glanced at it. Earlier that day, Heath
had grabbed her wrist and drawn a crooked, droopy heart with a green Magic Marker.
"I lohv oo, Mohnie." He had hummed babishly. Hermione was engrossed in a book on
fire-breathing house elves and absently continued reading .
Without anyone looking, Hermione took out her wand and cleared out Heath's sloppy
heart thoroughly from her skin, before stepping into Platforms 9 3/4.
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