Liquid Sunshine Chapter 2: Just like you, a harry potter fanfic

'I want to change,

I want to be different,

I want to be unseen in the dark…'

Laughing, it hurt his ears to hear it. It echoed like gunshots in his head. He couldn't remember the last time he laughed, though every fiber of his being willed himself to. It was such a long time ago, before Hogwarts, before Voledmort resurfaced. Back when he and his mother and father were still free. Back when they didn't have to watch what they said or did, back before the pain.

He walked down the train trying to find an empty compartment, away from pansy mostly. He found that he could tolerate Blaise, but Blaise had a crush on Pansy and would hardly leave her side. So he walked alone. He opened the door to one near the end of the train; he figured that no one would be all the way back there. Unfortunately when he opened the door he was almost thrown back by the laughter that emitted form the compartment.

"-Malfoy this one, it'll turn him into a-oh" a red-hair boy cut himself off when he noticed that there was another person in the compartment. "Hello, who are you? Are you looking for some one?" he said politely.

The boy looked at the fiery-haired person, then to the others in the compartment. There was a boy with brown hair and glasses, emerald eyes shown from behind the lenses. He was sitting next to a girl with bushy brown hair, and a more or less know-it-all expression on her face.

"Don't bother" The boy stepped out and started to shut the door but was interrupted by a female voice.

"Wait! Are you new? Why don't you sit with us?" Another red-haired person said. He had not seen her when he scanned the room; he figured she was by the door.

"I never thought I would ever hear that come form your mouth. I am not new and I decline the offer" He shut the door quickly, not wanting to be stopped again.

The boy walked briskly past all the compartments and into the boy's bathroom. It was a one person bath room so he locked the door behind him. Standing in front of the large mirror, he saw himself.

He had most definitely changed over the summer, no wonder they didn't recognize him. He had done a complete make-over from head to toe. His hair was now short black and spiked. He had pierced his left eyebrow, tongue, his right ear twice and his left ear three times. Amusingly, he had never taken a liking to wearing eye make-up though.He had become well sculpted during the summer, and had a lean body. A Celtic cross was tattooed on his right shoulder along with a dragon on his lower back. His black wife beater had a red dragon on the front and his black pants had chains on them, leading down to his black boots. He looked at him self; he wasn't the same, inside or out. He had refused the mark and had the scars to prove it. Traces of bruises where left on his stomach and some whip marks on his back. He was not the boy that everyone thought him to be. This was not the Draco Malfoy that the school remembered. He was hurt and scarred, yet not from Voledmort or his father, but from him self.

He slid a serpent blade out of his pants. It had blood crusted on it that only he could see. His father had gotten him that blade when Draco was being talked in to getting the mark. He loved his blade, he lived for his blade. He turned his wrist up and looked at his scars, his memories. What was one more? He wouldn't care. He lived for the blood trickling done his arm, for the soft sound of flesh splitting and droplets of blood hitting the cold floor, for the pain, for the relief. He never expected anyone to understand, so he never told anyone. But the train walls knew that he put his blade to his skin. All the walls did…

"That Malfoy is a right git" Ron said while flipping through a random book. He was once again in the library with his best friend, Harry, and his girlfriend, Hermione. Hermione had decided that they all needed to do some studying before the year even started. They all had just found out from the new headmaster that Draco Malfoy was allowed back at school, seeing as that he in fact did not kill anyone. "I can't believe that they let him back in, how know what he'll try to do this year!"

"Ronald, stop it, you haven't even seen him yet. He might have changed, things like that change people, you know almost killing someone" Hermione said logically.

"That someone that he almost killed was Dumbledore!" Harry raised his voice at the girl across from him.

"Shhh, quiet Harry, we're in the library" Hermione said in a stressed whisper. "Plus, just like you said, he almost killed him, but he didn't!"

"No Snape did!" Harry yelled while storming out of the library, yet not before bumping in the same dark boy from the train. Harry glanced at him while he walked thinking how the boy reflected his inner soul.

"Hermione" A young girl said setting her things in the empty place that Harry had sat in. "Have you seen the boy from the train again? He was hot looking, all dark and mysterious"

"He was, wasn't he?"

"Hey! Your boyfriend is sitting right here!" the two girls giggled at Ron's reddening face.

A boy in black walked out of the castle silently seething. 'What does the golden boy know? Nothing, absolutely nothing! I mean they didn't even know that Snape wasn't really on their side, morons' Draco's dark cloak billowed in the wind as he walked down toward the lake. He glared into his reflection on the water surface. When had everything changed? As he sat down on the cool grass his mind wandered to his last conversation with his father before he left.

'Draco- DO NOT do anything that would displease the dark lord, nothing! He will be counting on you to fulfill your mission. You must kill them' Lucius' stony face matched his blank dead eyes. The kind grey eyes of the past were gone, all the happy moments or his childhood vanished without a memory to the older man.

'Father, I don't want to kill ANYONE! I never have.' Draco was now whining at his tall father.

'You will do as your told!' the sentence finished with Lucius slapping Draco across his face. Draco neck turned in shock, his eyes wide. His father had never slapped him, never. Why would he slap him now? 'You will kill them and enjoy it.'

Draco's face was tilted down, a single tear flowed out of his eye. This was not the man he knew, the man who raised him; he didn't like this new 'father' that he had.

'What happened? What changed you? You would have never done that in the past. Why would I want to kill for someone who has ruined my family?' Draco said slowly looking back up toward his father, if he could even still stomach calling him that. Lucius stood wide eyed, in shock at his son. He couldn't believe that Draco had just stood up to him like that. Then anger ignited in him.

'YOU WILL DO AS YOU ARE TOLD, MALFOYS HAVE PRIDE AND HONOR TO UPHOLD!' he roared out at his only child, looking down upon him.

'Pride and honor? WHAT A BOUT DIGNITY? DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY LEFT?' Both of Draco's eyes filled with tear threatening to brake lose. Tears of angry, rage, and hate.

'Get out' Lucius said in a deadly whisper glaring daggers in to his son.

'Fine!' Draco turn and left, he didn't speak to his father again that summer, nor did he now.

Draco's mind wandered back to the present. The sun was setting in the west, a slight breeze flowed through the grounds tickling the grass and dancing with the trees. Draco took out a strange contraption from his pocket. Blaise had given it to him over the summer; he called in an 'I-pod'. Blaise had spelled it to work on a persons magic, so it would never run out of batteries, what ever those were. The dragon prince laid back on the cool grass and let the music take him over…

I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you

I could be fake
I could be stupid
You know I could be just like you

You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
You thought you were there to guide me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

I could be cold
I could be ruthless
You know I could be just like you

I could be weak
I could be senseless
You know I could be just like you

You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

On my own, cause I can't take liven with you
I'm alone, so I won't turn out like you
Want me to

You thought you were standing beside me
You were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you

I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you…

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