Lucius Malfoy was sitting in his chair, waiting for his wife to come home. There was no way she could possibly find Draco, he had told himself. But if she does...there will be hell to pay. The sitting room door swung open, and Narcissa stepped in, followed by Draco. Lucius stood up quickly.

"Where the HELL have you been Draco?" he demanded. Narcissa shrunk back hearing her husband now.

"Darling, please" she pleaded with Lucius. He shot her a warning look, and she backed into the wall.

"Well?" he demanded again.

"See this is why I hate it here! All you ever do is yell at me!" Draco yelled back. Fury was burning within him like a dragon, ready to be released.

"Don't raise your voice to me! And you know damn well I only yell at you when you deserve it!" Lucius replied. Narcissa opened her mouth to say something, but was clearly overtaken by terror.

"Yeah, that seems like everytime I make a wrong move! You're always critisizing me, no matter what I do!" Draco yelled.

"LISTEN TO ME!" Lucius roared, with enough force to shake the walls of their mansion. "I will NOT be disrespected by you. I don't care how bad you think you have it, you're damned lucky to be here!"

"Oh yeah, and tell me 'father', why is that? What, were you going to chuck me out the minute I was born? Not that I'd put it past you!" Draco yelled. Apparently, he did not fear his father. His anger overcame the fear. His anger turned into hate, and hate turned to rage.

"Don't you start that cock-and-bull nonsence with me!" Lucius yelled. Narcissa finally found her voice.

"Darling, he's your son" she pleaded, her eyes wide with the terror you would find from a cat cornered by a vicious dog.

"I HAVE NO SON!" Lucius roared. These words hit Draco with such an impact, he felt as if he would fall to his knees. He stared blankly at his father.

"Is that what you think?" he choked out.

"For a while I didn't, until you pulled this stunt!" Lucius yelled.

"FINE! If you have no son, why don't I just leave? This time I'll make sure no one will find me!" Draco yelled, storming up to his room.

"Don't turn your back on me!" he heard his father yell. Draco slammed the door, and shrunk into the darkness of his room. He felt bad, knowing that his father's rage would turn onto his mother. Tears welled up in his eyes again. His father had always said cruel things to him, but those four words were worse than a million Cruciartus Curses at once. Why does he hate me so? he asked himself. He rubbed his eyes. He wanted to leave, run and never look back, but his mother needed him. She was terrified of his father, and he asked himself a million times why she didn't just leave him. He put his head in his hands, and began to shake controllably. He would give all the Galleons in Gingotts, just to hear his father say he cared. His mind made up, he grabbed a quill and a piece of parchment off his desk.

Father, if you truly believe you have no son, maybe it is best if I leave. All I want is for you to care about me, but I can see plainly that you never will. I only ask you for one favor: do not try and find me, ever. And please don't take your hatrid for me out on mum, she doesn't deserve it. These are my final words to you. I hope someday, you'll be able to look back, and see the mistakes you have made.

He signed his name, and gathered his things up. Before he could, there was a knock on his door. His mother came in, tears running down her face, and Draco could clearly see a red mark the size of a handprint across his face.

"Draco, listen to me. I want you to get out of here. I was wrong to have brought you back, but just run. Don't stop for anything, get as far away from here as you can" she told him, her voice so low he had to crouch next to her to hear her voice.

"What about you?" Draco asked. Narcissa shook briefly.

"I'm leaving as well. Don't wait for me" she told him. She kissed him on the forehead.

"Now go" she said. He nodded, and tied his trunk to his broomstick. He kicked off from the ground, and went off forever to where ever the darkness sent him...

Sorry everyone, but that's the end. I'm working on something else, that I really want to finish up.