I always knew looking back on the tears would make me laugh,
but I never thought that looking back on the laughs
would make tears…
Draco winced as he removed the concealment charm form his body. A gruesome scar slowly appeared on his face, followed quickly by the scars that tainted the rest of his body. The young Malfoy looked in the mirror of the bathroom that Ignotus had made his private bathroom, which in fact was attached to his private room. These where given to him because of the recent events and the headmaster's wishing that Draco was not harassed by fellow students. He didn't believe he was accepted back this year, but the bloody twit, Harry Potter had personally spoken with the Minister of Magic and convinced him that Snape was lying and the he really did not kill Dumbledore. Fortunately for Draco's sake, Potter and his friends where the only ones who believed this besides the minister, and apparently the new headmaster.
The boy sighed and brushed his hair back, lightly grazing his scar. He took off his shirt and examined his lean body. There were whip marks and knife slashes all over it, some where healed, others where not. Draco gently touched a few of them to make sure that they where healing correctly and not infected. He had had infected cuts before and they itched like crazy, he did not want to go through that again. He quickly changed into his pjs and walked into his room. Amusingly enough he had pictures on his walls, not the Hogwarts paintings, but his pictures; pictures of the ones he loved, pictures of those that he wish he could see again, even some of those that he never wished to see again. They're my memories, even the ones I hate and just bring back bad memories, they are what made me who I am today, without them…I wouldn't be me… Draco remembered saying these words to his godfather as he was packing. Snape was wondering why he was bringing pictures of his family, friends, and some of death eaters.
'Pictures of death eaters? Draco I don't think that so wise, to have these pictures in your dorm' Snape had tried to the photos out of his trunk and put them back on his selves. Draco stopped him.
'No, I need to see, to remember. I need to never forget that these are what I never want to become…that you are what I never want to become.' Draco shut his trunk and quickly left the room; he needed to get away; to get away from his godfather to get away from his memories; he needed to forget…to feel no pain; he needed his knife…
Draco shook his head and got into bed. He placed his headphones over his ears hoping to silence his thoughts, to just listen and not think, to be numb…
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head
And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out
And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times
I wonder if It's too late
Should I go back and try to graduate
Life's better now then it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in
Oh oh oh
Oh god I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down
We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel
Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when
Oh oh oh
Oh god I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me
"Well class- Weasley please pay attention- since you all did so well yesterday I'm going to let you complete the potion!" Slughorn stood in front of the class looking like he was waiting for cheering from his students. Yet, there was only silence form the rows of children who all looked like they where zoning out in their last class of the day…which they where, considering that this was their last class of the day… "I was going to make you write an essay…" Everybody's heads popped up and their eyes focused on the teacher in front of them. "Yea that's what I thought" He mumbled as he looked for the directions for finishing the Kamen Shazou. Draco looked around briefly before turning back to his drawings, which he was completing in the margins of his notes. "All right now get with your partners from the last class" Slughorn said as he held up the papers to show that he had found them.
Draco made sure to look like he wasn't gonna move, which he wasn't but Potter didn't know that so he had to look like he wasn't. With a loud sigh Potter brought his books and note over to where Draco was.
"Same arrangements as yesterday, yes?" Draco said looking up at the books a Slughorn passed out each group's potion.
"Ummm…yea, sure" Potter put down his books and looked towards Draco as he got out his knife and some Dokudami. "I have a question Malfoy…"
"To get the juice out easier, you should fir-" Draco started pointing at the herb and the knife as though it would bite.
"It's not about the potion" This perked up the young Malfoy's interest. "Why black?" Draco looked at him in wided-eyed shock.
"That has got to be one of the most random questions I have ever heard, and with Blaise as a friend, that's hard to do. I like the color black, that is the only reason, end of discussion. Now start juicing that Dokudmai." Draco quickly went back to the potion at hand sufficiently ignoring Potter's questioning glaze.
"Gee, sorry I asked", the green-eyed boy said moodily while also turning back to the potion bubbling in front of him. A heavy silence floated around the two teen age boys as they worked, keeping talking to a minimum. About 20 minutes later Slughorn stood up and walked over to the board, erasing it while clearing his throat to get the class' attention.
"We have time to try this potion out on about 3 or 4of you all. I have a hat with all your names in it. Hmmm, how about Mr. Zabini reaches in here and pulls out the names of the people who will drink the potion!"
"Wait a minute! I'm not going to drink a potion that a Slytherin made' Weasley said turning to glare at Draco, who in turn glared but did nothing else.
"Oh, no! Of course not, I have a sample of the potion that I made a few weeks ago. We wouldn't want to send anyone to the hospital wing now would we? Now on with the picking!" He slightly shoved the hat at Blaise, who started rolling his sleeves seeming as to mock great musicians who do this before playing master pieces. Blaise amazingly got along with everyone more or less, Weasley being a big exception. He had a sort of air around him that made everyone laugh.
Blaise finally put his hand into the hat and rustled around for a few seconds. Soon he pulled out a golden strip of paper and read the name.
"And the winner of the 1st potion of death is, drum roll please, the one, the only, Mr. Harry Potter! Sir, if you would please step up for you magnificent prize of death in a cu-"
"That's quite enough now, Mr. Potter, here you are" Slughorn handed a metallic blue liquid to the boy in a small cup. The green-eyed student looked at it cautiously before drinking it in one gulp. The effects were immediate. The once green eyes had a bright white light shining through the both of them. Just as soon as it came, it was gone. "Well that proves it; this is the true Harry Potter!"
The effects the same on a girl named Catherin, who was one of the students the new headmaster had brought with him. It was almost time to go, yet still enough time for one more person. Blaise's hand reached in to the hat and pulled out a black strip of paper.
"Our last contestant for today is dark, mysterious, handsome, can you guess? That's right it's Mr. Draco Malfoy! Everyone give him a hand now!" Blaise looked over to where the young Malfoy sat glaring at him. Slughorn gave him the potion and he looked down at it like it was going to bite him. Slowly he raised the cup to his lips and drank the potion. The class waited in an eerie silence for the out come of the potion…
TBC! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR READING! PLEASE REVIEW!
Ps. Blaise might be OOC (again) sry, but this is how I always think of him! Haha! Also I'm pretty sure Slughorn is OOC, sry bout that!