AN: I had decided on uploading this wednesday, but I just can't wait. How pathetic am I, fangirling over my own story?

Chapter 3: Scars

Age: 6

The Malfoy family sat at their dining table. It was late and everyone was hungry. They'd been at Mungo's for the last few hours. The healers fixed Draco up easily, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't stop it from scarring. Narcissa was the most angry about it.

Draco though, wasn't quite sure how to feel about anything. The voice in her head burst into manic giggles every time someone tried healing up the scars. Her arms ached a bit still, but beyond that she was fine… physically speaking, at least.

She hadn't been the sanest person in her last life, so she knew what crazy felt like. This time around though, she hadn't exactly been trying to stay alive, obviously, so she hadn't worried about her mental state, but things were different now. She'd promised her mother she wouldn't die, and she'd meant that.

So, she figured the best way for a person to not kill themselves would be to regain some semblance of sanity. But it's a bit difficult to say you're a hundred percent okay when you've got a voice laughing like a lunatic in your skull. She knew she ought to say something about it, but she got so lightheaded every time she tried. It didn't scare her, but she was definitely worried.

The woman is talking to you. Draco raised her head. Narcissa was watching her quietly. Lucius looked up at her then, too.

"What?" Her parents looked at eachother before focusing back on her with about ten times the amount of force behind their stares. Narcissa was the first one to speak.

"Are you alright, Draco?"

Yes, I was just thinking. Smart people do that sometimes. Draco said nothing and the silence stretched thin until Narcissa spoke again.

"Draco, baby, your godfather is coming over for a visit, tomorrow. He's going to see if he can get rid of those awful scars. Isn't that great?" She smiled and Draco had to look away.

"Mm… okay." She'd forgotten about Severus Snape being Draco Malfoy's godfather. He'd been one of her favorite characters before. And now… now, he was her godfather. She hid a sneaky grin behind some chicken. They finished their dinner in silence. Narcissa had offered to let Draco sleep with them in their bed, but she said no. It was near impossible for her to fall asleep with other people that close.

When she entered her bedroom, there were two elves waiting for her; Dobby and someone she didn't know the name of. She looked over Dobby and saw that his ear was bent weird and the whole right side of his face was bruised purple. His legs were littered with fresh cuts she knew were self inflicted. As soon as she was done taking this all in, she dropped to her knees and pulled him into a hug. Both elves squeaked violently as Dobby held his hands as far away from her as possible.

"Elvesies not suppose to touch Tiny Master! Tiny Master will being sick!" She just held on tighter.

"I'm not sick because of the elves."Dobby continued to lean as far away as he could, while the other elf paced and pulled at it's ears. "I'm sorry for hurting you, Dobby. I wasn't in control of my body." There was a moment of still silence before both elves burst into loud protests. When she finally let go of Dobby, he was crying.

"Tiny Ma-Master too go~od!" The both of them continued saying things to that effect, while Dobby snorted into his pillow case every once in awhile. The whole thing was slightly embarrassing and very heartwarming, but she was tired so they let her go to bed.

~LINE BREAK~

Draco woke to the sight of two big green eyes staring down at her. It took her sleep befuddled mind a few seconds to realize that the eyes belonged to Dobby.

"Tiny Master is awake! Dobby is so pleased!" He hopped off the bed and bowed with a smile. "Master, Mistress, and guest is waiting for youses at breakfast." He hopped a little and gestured to the door.

"Thanks." Her clothes were already laid out at the foot of her bed so it was no time at all before she was out the door and running through the halls.

Someone's excited. She tripped and almost fell, but kept running.

Forgot you were there. And of course I'm excited. Snape's a badass. Also, you and I are gonna have a talk later.

Oooh, what about?

What do you think? Choked giggling filled her skull as she entered the dining room.

"Morning, Mum!" Introductions were passed around and Draco found that Snape's stare burned even more than her father's. They didn't talk to her during breakfast, though. They were too busy talking about Ministry stuff and she was starting to get bored. So she started her own conversation.

Hey.

Hello, darling.

Don't call me that. My name is Draco. What's yours?

I don't have a name, dumbass. I was born yesterday.

Born?

Yeah, from you. It's been a full twenty four hours, mummy,and you haven't named me yet. I'm a little hurt. HA!

Well, that's not my fault. I didn't know to name you. And she wasn't sure she wanted to either. She'd once heard that to bring a thing to life, you first had to name it.

Well, you should.

What happens when I do?

Does that mean you'll do it?! Draco cringed. It sounded nearly happy, but in a tainted way, sort of desperate, like it'd die if she said no. She wondered if that was the case.

What are you?

I don't know.

What?

What makes you think I would know?

Why wouldn't you know where you come from?

I come from you. What else is there?

You sound obsessed.

I am.

Then why kill me?

It was what you wanted. A violent shiver racked her body and she coughed blood into her napkin. Lots of water was passed to her, but she was only half focused on anything.

Dinner finished soon after that. Snape asked to be alone with her and her parents acquiesced. They sat on a couch together, Snape examining her wrists. Another bought of manic giggling echoed in her mind.

What's so funny?

What? You haven't noticed?

Noticed what?

I'm keeping it for you.

Keeping… what, my scars? Why?

Because that's what you want. I know better than you do, after all, you cute stupid thing of a child~

Why do I want them?

You still want to die. Promises to Grammy Narcissist don't change shit. Draco pulled her arms away from Snape. She stared at her knees and he stared at her head.

"I'm going to go speak to your parents. Wait here." Then, he left.

AN: Woah! I. AM. TIRED! I know these chapters don't seem all that long, but they're like Everest for me! I have to spend so much time staring at it, I swear it feels like I've already written a novel.

So, I think I've figured out how I'm gonna handle the gender thing. Thanks for reviewing btw, that definitely helped! Now, a new dilemma has risen from the ashes! Her sexuality! Let me know what you'd like to see!

Thanks for Reading!

Edit: I changed the ending a little bit, that's all.