A/N I do not own Harry Potter of the Twilight series.

5 YEARS LATER

"Draco! Get your bags!" Luciouse yelled up the flight of stairs, waiting for his son. When he noticed that he wasn't coming, he yelled even louder.

"DRACONUS XAVIOR LASTRANGE MALOFY GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" He yelled. A muffled, "yes," was heard coming through Draco's room. Suddenly, Draco came storming out of his room with two trunks and a hawk on his arm. He was wearing black jeans, a light blue collared shirt that was a little wrinkled and he had his wand protruding out of his shirt pocket.

"Difind," Luciouse said quietly. At that moment, Draco's legs became tied by an invisible rope. He went to take another step but tripped. He fell down the flight of stairs, about 30 in total, and landed with a grunt. He was used to falling down the stairs. The hawk that was on his arm flew high into the air and was spazing out in the air. The only difference to this fall was that his head smashed into the ground, causing him to see stars.

"Tsk, tsk Draco. It seems that in your hurry, you fell down. I hope you are okay because you seemed to have dropped all of your baggage. Someone, not me, is going to have to clean this up." Draco, still dizzy, remembered the house elves.

"Get the house elves. They'll do it." Draco said, cooly.

"You can't rely on them. Get up," Luciouse hit him in the back with his cane. Draco felt a bolt of pain shoot down his legs. Draco tried to stand but once he put some weight on his ankle, he collapsed to the ground. He tried to stop his fall with his arms but it didn't work. He knew it was a bad idea when he heard a popping and then snapping sound. He looked at his wrist and it seemed to be flopping around on its side. 'I don't think my arm is supposed to bend like that…' Draco thought to himself while trying to see through all of his pain.

"Oh Draco, get up. It's a mess," Luciouse said with fake sympathy in his voice. Draco didn't move.

"I said get UP!" Lucious kicked Draco in the side, cuasing him to flip over onto his back. Draco hissed, inhaling sharply through his teeth. He kicked Draco again and this time Draoc didn't do anything. He just flipped over to his stomach. His father obviously didn't like the fact that Draco wasn't crying out and wanted to make him suffer more for being so arrogant and not sticking up for himself. He kicked him one last time causeing a large sag in his ribs. Draco knew from the sound and the flash of white light that went through his eyes that he had broken a rib. Yet, Draco held his unnerved face.

Lucious pulled out his cane and started hit him with it. He swatted, jabbed, and beat Draco. Then Draco felt one of the worst pains he had felt in a few months. He could feel blood seeping through his shirt. He knew that his father's cane was sharp but he didn't think that it could cut him.

He could smell the alcohol on his fathers' breath as he came and whispered in his ear that he was a disgrace to the family. That he was a mistake. That he sould be dead right now. His father took out a daggar and slashed down his arm. He screached out in pain and then it all went black. Before he fell into complete blackness, he felt himself lurch towards his father. Then he slipped away.

After Lucious had cut down Draco's back, he saw his eyes go wide then glase over. But the colour was not white, it was complete black. He didn't know when Draco had gotten up, but he was soon on top of him, tearing at him. But then he stopped and slid off of him, unconciouse. Luciouse got up and quickly walked away from his bleeding son.

When Draco finally awoke, he was in his bed and had small bruises and cuts covering his skin. He did notice that his bones had healed. He didn't move from where he was because he didn't know if anything was unmovable. He didn't want to go into a whole new phase of pain again. His head was throbbing from the fall. Even in all of his pain, Draco had an emotionless face.

He planned to never let his guard down and show any emotions ever again. When his mother came in, she picked him and set him on his feet but Draco collapsed onto the bed. He looked up at his mother. Her bright blue eyes looked back at him with tears in her eyes. Draco could see the cuts and bruises on her skin. He couldn't believe that his father would do this untill he did.

A few hours later, Draco was as reveived as his mother could make him and he had still an hour to get to the station so that he wouldn't miss his train. His mother apperated to Kings Cross and they entered the station. He went through the barrier between platform 9 ¾ and boarded the train.

Draco wandered the train for a little while and finally found the emptiest compartment he could find. It had a boy reading a large book and sitting in the corner. Draco opened the door and the boy's eyes darted up to see Draco enter the compartment. He had dark brown hair, brilliant green eyes with silver and grey specks in them, and he was very muscular. He obviously played Quidditch.

"You mind if I stay here?" Draco asked.

"Neh. It's all good." The boy answered. When Draco turned his back the boy let out a small profanity. Draco just ignored it. Then again, he hear a low, grumbled profanity.

"What?" Draco said, a little annoyed. The boy looked at him qwith a quirked eyebrow.

"Dude. How'd ya get them buises? Get into a fight with a hippogryph?" The boy let out a small cuckle.

"No. I fell. Tripped." Draco saw his face darken a little.

"No you didn't."

"Why the hell would I tell you. I fell down my stairs! There."

"Not very secure are we? I can change that. Blaise. Blaise Zabini. At your service." The boy bowed his head a little.

"I'm not going to fucking tell you. It's not your buisness," It was quite hard to controll his temper. This boy wouldn't stop bugging him.

"Okay! Fine." The boy replied. Draco sat down on the seat across from him and fell asleep there.

A few hours passed and Draco woke up to Blaise shaking him. He looked out the window and saw Hogwarts in the diatance.

"We're almost there. We were instucted to get changed into our uniform." Draco knew he wasn't kidding. He took down his trunk, unlocked it, and took out his robes. He stripped off his shirt and the boy gasped.

"Bloody hell!"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM? CAN YOU PLEASE STOP FUCKING CURSING AT ME FOR MORE THAN 5 FUCKING MINUTES?" Draco yelled.

"Dude! You did NOT fall down any stairs by accident! It looks like you got dragged across tond of needles! Check out your back!" He yelled back. Draco turned to the dark window and saw what Blaise was talking about. Down his spine was a black scar. It wasn't red or white like the others he had, but it was black and it was strait and it was thin. This must have been what he felt when his father had slashed him with his cane. It must have had a blade in is cane.

"How did you get that? You did NOT fall down stairs to get that!"

"You know what? Fuck you." Draco said softly. His face was still emotionless and still when he finished dressing. The boy kept cursing but Draco just ignored it.

DRACO POV

I turned around to have my back facing the mirror. I still had that scar. Father had a blade in his cane when he would hit me, he would push it out. That one day, he had just gotten a new one that had a little tube that you could put liquid into. He must had put some poison in it. The scar was still black but it looked more like a tattoo.

I turned the steaming water off. The day on the train when I met Blaise was the start of our friendship. Through the years, Blaise and I became best friends and told each other everything. It turned out that Blaises father hit him too. He didn't use magic or a cane with poison and a built-in blade. We vowed never to go back to our houses. Well, we did but it was only to get our stuff. We made sure that was never got caught or we would be beaten severly.

I stepped into the shower and let the water wash away all the gravel of last night. Once the water hit my skin, I felt better. Of course, it didn't make my skin any warmer, but it just felt good to have the feeling of water hitting my skin. I lathered my hair in my cinnamon shampoo and scrubber it in. I stepped back into the flow of water to wash away the sudds. I took the sponge from the shelf above my head and started scrubbing my body with it. I inhaled the scent of iron and cinnamon. I looked down at my soapy wrists and saw the white lines, zig-zagging across the flesh. It took a long time to get those scars, but I mangaged and when I finally got them, I was happy.

I still tried, but never succeded to break my skin. The only other time I mangaged to cut through my skin was when my father had murdered mother. He heard that she was feeding information to the Ministry so he killed her and made it seem like and accident so that he wouldn't go to Askaban… He went anyways. This year, however, he would be let out. It would be the day before he graduated. I was very unhappy that he would be let into the ceremony. He wouldn't be able to touch or talk to me, but the fact that he was going to be there was very frightening. I didn't get frightened very much anymore.

I finished my shower, turned off the water, and wrapped my body in the dark green towel. I opened the door to let out the steem and stepped into my room. I clothed myself in my white undershirt, collared white button down shirt, black slacks, a white and green belt, and finally, my robe and cloak.

I decended the stairs and opened the doors to the Grand Hall. I inhaled and suddenly stopped in my tracks. I smelled the same smell I smelled in the library when Ginny was there. I looked over the Gryfindor table, and sure enough, there was Ginny. She was talking to Collin Creevey, the Harry Potter obsessed boy.

I saw right through him, though. His deep brown eyes gave him away. I inhaled again, shutting my eyes fighting my desireble urge to go over to Ginny and start talking to her. Then I smell a foul smell. I looked back over and I noticed the Collin had stopped talking and had clentched up like I was. He turned his head quickly to look at me and bared his teeth. I quickly flew over to my table and started eating my food not daring to look over there again.

Only a few people scare me. My father, myself, and Collin Creevy. I shouldnt be scared, though. He was just a little scrawny boy, right? Right? RIGHT? I looked over again. Collin was still clentched up and his nostrils were flaring. I don't know how, but I could feel the hairs on his back standing up straight. I had to calm down so I did. Then the strangest thing happened. The whole room seemed to sigh at once.

"That was weird..."