Firstly I'd like to thank all my reviewers for being patient with me and for pushing me to write this sequel, I will warn you in advance that this chapter is un-beta'd, my beta seems to have died or something, and since I have promised to update after every 4 reviews I felt I needed to post this, I went over it with a fine toothed comb trying to weed out mistakes. I hope you are enjoying it, I promise it will start getting more descriptive and less depressing in the next few chapters. Lots of love, Dark Mermaid
Chapter 2: Draco's Story
I remember being five, even being so young I remember it like it was yesterday.
I remember waking up on my fifth birthday with the excitement every young child has on their birthday, it was a birthday I would never forget. But first let me give you some background on what had been happening lately.
I was supposed to be having a baby sister, but something had happened, My Mother said that she had gone to a better place, being young I didnt understand. My little sister was buried later that day, I rememeber saying to my Mother that I didnt think that being in the ground was a better place, I remember the tears that she shed, I apoligised.
But where was I? Oh yeah, I remember my fifth birthday because it was the first time I saw what he did to her. I ran down to their bedroom to wake them, after all I was 5 now, it was exciting. I stopped outside their bedroom door when I heard her scream "Lucius, please don't, No stop!"
I remember looking through the keyhole and seeing her down on the floor bleeding and crying as my Father struck her over and over and over. Finally I couldn't watch it anymore, I pushed open the door and ran into my mothers side. I screamed at him to stop. I remember his fist hitting me and I blacked out.
The next thing I remember was waking up in my bed with my Mother sitting in a chair beside me stroking my hair.
I remember asking her why my Father had been hitting her, her response was simple, she had been bad, then she told me that I must never be bad and never give Father a reason to be mad at me.
I remember Father coming in with my gifts, but I didn't want them,I just didn't know what I had done to deserve being hit so brutally by my him.
After that my Father no longer hid the fact that he would beat my Mother, he always told me that she deserved it, and I believed him. I wish I could go back now and stop it then before it got worse. It got worse, trust me, my mother had frequent visits from Healers and Medi-Witches, sometimes she spent weeks or even months in bed. I tell you this to let you know why I found it so hard to believe that my Father did or had ever loved her.
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