ALL RIGHTY! I AM NOW REDOING THIS STORY! AND HOPEFULLY I'LL KEEP UP WITH IT HAHA!
the plot will be more or less the same though
Ok- this page is the only page that I'm putting the disclaimer, so I don't have to have it at the top of every page because I'm lazy.
I am just a poor student…all I own is my math homework—and nobody wants to claim that. But I do own all poems/songs written in this story unless other wise stated- please please don't take these poems/songs without asking first!
This is rated 'PG13' for cussing and cutting and stuff along those lines—the rating may go up, but for now it stays- if anyone finds that this needs to be rated 'R' please inform me and I will do the best that I can to change something or other.
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Now, on with the story…..
I smile so you can see happiness
I laugh so you may hear it
Yet my eyes do not shine,
My heart does not lift.
The pain in my voice you will never hear
The anger in my eyes you will never see
I'm dying in side
Yet you do not know
My laughter is killing my slowly
Tearing me apart.
I cut to smile
I bleed to laugh
But you do not know this
You will never know.
You my now me all my life
Yet secrets I still keep.
Pain in my heart is concealed,
Until my dying day
I will laugh
…for you.
'We can save you and your family'
He had thought about it, he didn't really want to kill the old man, but his godfather had gotten in the way. He could have saved them…maybe. Now Severus had gone a wiped the other deatheathers minds and told them Draco had killed the old fart. Now that wretched snake like man wanted him to kill muggles, innocent muggles. He had taken quite a liking to muggle studies, he had found it interesting. Living in the muggle world didn't seem like such a bad idea. Maybe he would…no he wouldn't, couldn't, he cared too much for his mother and father. They were both very nice people, if one took the time to get to know them. Draco found that he didn't want to 'serve' that wrench. His father had tried to get out. That creature found out and tortured him, 'Voldie' keeps him close to his side—so eh doesn't try again. Now Lucius had turned cold and lifeless. Draco hated that monster, he hated what he had done to his family, but most of all – he hated what his father had become—a lifeless doll. His mother was suicidal; she had a 180 personality change when his father had gotten home the night the 'dark lord' had found out.
Some times he just wanted to punch that Potter. He always said things about his father, about how his father was a deatheater, how he killed innocent people, about how he didn't care. O- yes his father killed and harmed people, innocent people, people ho didn't deserve to die, but it tore him up inside, Draco could see it on his face. It was always worse when it was a child…Draco then worried if he would see his father alive in the morning or find him dead on his bed. He would help his family, what ever it took, what ever he had to give. He would break this bond with Voldemort that his family had, he would free them.
He would make them smile again and cry tears of liquid sunshine.
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