"Daddy stop it"
eager hands tore the clothes from a small frame.
"daddy what are you doing, daddy don't!"
The small boy's heart began to pound like the wings of a hummingbird against the walls of the cage when it realizes it's been trapped with no way out. He knew what was happening was wrong.
""I'll teach you a thing or two about love" a cruel grin spread across the mans face
I stopped in my tracks as this imaged replayed in my head. I couldn't help but think of it. No matter how hard I tried to forget that it happened, the imaged burned on in my mind leaving an ugly scar across my mind.
I remember that being the first time I wished I would die.
And not a day has gone by since when I haven't said to myself, " I want to die"
I wanted to die because I was a spitting image of my father. I was doing to pansy
And now him, too.
"Potter"
"What the hell is your problem?"
I spun around, I had been so absorbed by the memory I hadn't realized anyone behind me. Weasly and Granger stood there holding hands. I imagine they were curious as to why I had stopped in the middle of the hallway and darkly uttered their best friends' name. I couldn't blame them.
Did he really want to know what my problem was? Did he really want to know that I was a monster?
"I just want to know how he's been lately" I finally said "potter I mean.
"Why? So you can make fun of him some more?" Weasly took a step forward into my personal space. "For your information, he's having a pretty hard time in life right now so stay the hell away from him, understand?"
"I understand better than you ever could" I didn't really know where that came from, but I continued anyways like I was no longer in control of my speech "You couldn't understand what he's going through because you have a family who loves you, you have best friends who can relate to you…. And someone… to love… who can love you."
At this I turned and ran. I ran because I didn't want them to see me cry. And I couldn't help but cry, because Potter had nothing. I worry about Pansy, oh gods do I worry about Pansy… but while worrying that she never went hungry I was letting someone else starve to death.
'If no one loves him, will he die like I did?
Will he turn into a monster?'
Tars were running down my cheeks and I couldn't make them stop.
I wanted to die. I wanted to die because I didn't know what people needed to be happy. I couldn't make anyone happy because I was too stupid. I wanted to die because I was just a stupid selfish monster. I wanted to die because I was just like my father.
"Malfoy? Are you okay?"
I looked up and saw him.
"Potter"
I didn't know what I was doing. It was like when I lost control of my speech before, but this time it was my whole body. I grabbed him and pulled him close and brought us to a closet where I did all the things I did with Pansy that were the last things I wanted to do. And amidst my cries and whispers of, " love you," and his sobs of " I don't want to be alone anymore- I wanted to die.