Draco Malfoy was a spitting image of his father, some might even say he was the better looking of the two. But Draco wasn't his father, he never came close. The first time Draco met Voldemort, he knew that he had no choice the dark lord would be his life. Ever since he was a little boy his father told him how purebloods where something special, better then the rest of the magic community. He told him that one day he would see how great it was to be a pureblood, that one day he would be worshiped.

Draco was only fourteen when he first tortured a young girl his own age, a muggle of course. She begged and pleaded with him to stop, she even offered her self to him if he would stop. He knew he couldn't he was being tested and to fail would cost him his life. He kept her alive all night, punching, kicking, spitting on her, and of course Crucio. At dawn he was asked to leave the room, and his father went in, Draco heard the young girl scream, and then it went quiet. His father had killed her, he knew that it would happen but it was still hard for him. His father told him how proud Voldemort would be of him, how ruthless he was, and how he would be a good servant to him. What Draco's father did not know, was that Draco cried himself to sleep every night for a month, until he felt numb.

Soon nothing fazed him, torturing became a second nature. Their screams rolled off his back, their tears meant nothing to him, he really had become ruthless. He joined the rest of the death eaters at their parties, they had one at least once a month there were not by any means a small affair. They were grand parties praising themselves on being purebloods. Draco had lost his virginity at one of the parties, he had too much to drink and there was a very perky blonde following him around. He had grabbed her and kissed her, grabbing her breast right in the middle of everyone. The Death Eaters had cheered him on, and soon Draco and the blonde had stumbled into a private room, they did it right there on the floor. Draco never saw her again, and he never found out her name. After that night he would fuck any girl, no matter what she looked like as long as she was a pureblood, there was a small pleasure at knowing he could have anyone he wanted.

The first time he killed, Voldemort and his father had been present both watching making sure he did not back down. She was a young muggle, who the lesser Death Eaters had just raped and beat up. She was different, she didn't look at Draco with fear, but with acceptance and remorse.

"You don't have to do this," said the young woman.

"Shut up muggle," hissed Voldemort.

"You are young, you can change your life around, you don't have to become a murder."

"Turn around," Draco said. The young women nodded.

"I forgive you." She said quietly.

"Avada Kedavra." The women instantly fell to the ground, a single tear streaming down her face, and her hand on her stomach she had been eight months pregnant.

"Next time Draco don't tell them to turn around, the best thing about killing is watching the life drain out of their eyes." Voldemort said, patting Draco on the back as a sign of approval.

It didn't take long for Draco to become Voldemort's right hand man, after his father of course. During the summer's he would train almost everyday, learning charms and spells that he would never find in a book at Hogwarts. He could tell that some of Voldemorts' other followers where starting to get jealous, Draco had learn stuff that even they hadn't and he wasn't even a full death eater, he didn't even carry the mark the rest of them did.

Draco was dressing himself, he just fucked another blonde, and he was getting antsy he just wanted to get back to the party and drink himself silly.

"Hey Draco," said a voice right behind him, Draco reached for his wand and turned around. The voice then punched him in his face knocking him out cold.

When Draco woke up he was tied up and laying on a hard cold floor.

"Nice of you to finally join us Draco," said a cloaked figure.

Draco let his eye adjust to the dim light and saw that he was surrounded by half a dozen Death Eaters all cloaked and wands pointed at him.

"What do you want?" Draco asked as cruelly as he could.

"You are not one of us, so why does the dark lord treat you as you are above us?" Said the closest figure, who kicked Draco in the face causing his nose to break. "You bleed just like us."

"Fuck you, I am better then you." Draco said spitting out the blood that had entered his mouth.

"Oh yeah?" said another cloaked figure

"Yeah."

Then the all dropped their wands and began kicking and hitting any piece of Draco they could reach, and everything went dark.

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"Daddy!" screamed a small brunette with piercing blue eyes. "Daddy, there is a boy in the fields, I think he might be sleeping."

"Where Alyssa?" asked a tall man with matching eyes.

"Near the road by the carrots," piped four year old Alyssa.

"Come on daddy, I'll show you," she said as she went tearing through the fields.

What met the farmers eyes where nothing he had ever seen.

"Alyssa go tell your mummie that she needs to get the doctor and bring him to the house, can you do that?" Young Alyssa nodded her head and ran off yelling for her mum.

A young boy no more then seventeen, with striking blonde hair laid cut and bruised. His arm in weird unnatural position from being broken. His clothes where ripped and his chest was bleeding from a huge cut.

Slowly the man bent down and reached for the boys' wrist checking for a pulse, by some miracle there was one.

"Thank the heavens," mumbled the farmer. Then the boy moaned, and began to stir.

"You are going to be okay son, help is coming for you."

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The boy opened his eyes and was surrounded by a strange environment, nothing looked remotely familiar to him, he slowly tried to sit up and was met with an unbearable pain from his whole body. He unwilling let out a small whimper, but loud enough for a petite women with dark hair to come into the room.

"Oh I'm so glad you have woken up, the doctor said you could be in a coma for months."

"Doctor?" asked the boy.

"Yes you know that's why you are wearing that cast and that's why your cuts are all fixed, fifty stitches for the one across your chest."

Slowly the boy unbuttoned his top only to be greeted with a huge cut that did indeed have fifty stitches in it. The rest of his chest was black and blue, and he had several other cuts.

"What happened to me?" He whispered quietly.

"We where hoping you could tell us that."

He could not remember, in fact he couldn't remember anything, he didn't even know his name, his whole past was blank. The strange thing about that was he felt happy that he couldn't remember anything. Maybe there was a reason he chose not to remember anything.

"What's your name?" asked the brunette.

"I…I don't know."

"Well then, let's name you, the doctor said you might have temporary memory loss, from the concussion," she said cheerfully.

"Oh…"

"So what about Peter?"

"No."

"Billy?"

"That's even worse."

"Ha ha sorry," chuckled the girl.

"Out of names?"

"You wish, lets see, let me think… Oh I know! You seem to be indestructible, like Superman, so how about Clark?"

"Clark?"

"Yeah Clark."

"Hmm… I like it."

"Good it settled then, Clark it is. I'm going to go to the doctor so he can look at you now that you are awake, my name is Toria by the way, do you need anything?"

"Yeah."

"What?"

"Who is Superman?"

"Oh you," Toria said laughing.

Toria had been given the task of healing Clark. As such she spent a lot of time with Clark and Clark was starting to develop feeling for her. One day when Toria had deemed Clark strong enough to go for a walk, he had asked Toria to join him on a picnic, she said she would be honored but made it very clear that he was not allowed to carry the picnic basket. At that Clark laughed but agreed as long as he could hold on to her hand. Toria nodded blushing fiercely.

"Do you remember anything?" asked Toria.

"No, none at all."

"Do you wish you could?"

"There is no place I rather be then here with you."

"Thank you."

Toria had packed them egg sandwiches and an apple each. They both sat and ate in silence, simply enjoying each others company. After they had finished eating they laid down and Clark pulled Toria close to him.

"May I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Can I kiss you?"

"I thought you would never ask."

Clark smiled and pulled Toria's face to his own and he kissed her. His whole body came alive. It was like there where fireworks in his chest and they were all going off. He knew in that instant that he had never felt this way before, and he needed to cherish it before it all went away.

"Toria! Ew why are you kissing a boy?" giggled Alyssa, who had crept up on them. Clark and Toria looked over at Alyssa and both burst out laughing. That moment couldn't have gotten anymore perfect. Toria reached over and grabbed Alyssa and began tickling her, Alyssa squealed and started running and Toria got up chasing her.

Clark smiled to himself, everything was so perfect.

July quickly turned into August and August was quickly ending with only three days left. Clark was completely healed and his scar across his chest was slowly fading. He had learned how to work on a farm and was helping out with the family that had saved his life. It felt as if Clark had to learn everything from scratch it was as if he had never used anything before. He did not know how to turn on a t.v. or work a phone. Toria found all this rather funny. Clark however knew something wasn't right, the doctor said that he should be able to remember how to use the phone and t.v. even with his memory gone, which left the eerie thought, if he didn't know how to use this stuff…where did he come from?

Him and Toria had gone for a walk to there favourite spot, at the edge of a cliff to watch the sunset and the stars. Clark could feel the air around him changing, he knew something was going to happen, and he wanted to make sure the Toria would be standing at his side when all of this went down.

"I love you." Clark said, he knew Toria already knew how he felt, he had just never said it before.

"I love you too," she said smiling.

"Will you do something for me then?

"What?"

"Will you marry me?" Clark asked pulling out a very simple gold band. He had gotten it from Toria's father when he had asked him for permission.

"Oh Clark, of course I will." Clark slipped the ring on her finger, and she started kissing him hard.

The sun had set and the moon was now shining brighter then he had ever seen, very slowly they made love to each other, they fit so perfectly.

"I can't wait to tell my mother," Toria said happily.

"Well then let's go tell her now."

Toria jumped up grabbing her clothes and throwing them on, Clark had never seen her so excited, and it was amazing.

"I'm going to be your husband," Clark said as he pulled Toria in for a kiss.

"And I'm going to be your wife."

They both walked hand in hand back to the house.

The second they entered the house they knew something was wrong. Both of Toria's parents where slumped on the floor.

"Mom!" Toria screamed running over to her parents. She picked up her mothers wrist and found no pulse she did the same for her father.

"They are dead, Clark, oh my god, they are dead," tears began streaming down her face.

"Where is Alyssa?" Clark asked starting to panic, this isn't what was suppose to happen.

"Alyssa?!?" Toria screamed running threw the house trying to find her baby sister. She was hiding under her parents bed crying.

"Mummie isn't talking Toria mummie isn't talking," cried the little girl.

"It's okay sweetie mummie is just sleeping, why don't you go the doctors house and bring him over okay?"

"Okay," Alyssa said still crying.

"Clark what is going on?"

"I don't know."

"My my Draco Malfoy what have we here?"

Clark spun around to face a man that looked exactly like him, and then everything came rushing back. Voldemort, Death Eaters, Mudbloods, Magic, and the night the Death Eaters beat him up. His name was Draco, and he was a monster.

"Father," he said slowly, trying not to look at Toria.

"What have we here? You living with muggles? Can't have that now can we?"

"Muggles?" Toria said slowly. "Clark what is going on, who is this man."

"He is my father, and a muggle is someone who can not do magic, like you."

"What do you mean magic? There is no such thing"

"I ensure you there is muggle, I killed your parents with it," the older Malfoy said.

"You killed my parents? Why?" Toria screamed dropping to the ground in tears. Instantly Draco dropped down to the ground and grabbed Toria.

"I love you, you know that, I will always love you, I'm sorry I've brought you so much pain," Draco whispered to her.

"You came for me, now lets go" Draco said firmly trying anything he could to make sure Toria was not killed.

"Not so fast my dear son, it seems that you have feelings for this muggle."

"No father I don't now lets go." Draco said with every once of strength he could muster.

"Then kill her."

Draco turned to face Toria panic in her eyes.

"Surely father you would not want me to kill the person who saved me from death."

"I don't care who she is just kill her or I will."

"Please Clark don't do this, I love you," Toria pleaded with him.

"I need a wand," Draco said slowly, he knew that Toria wasn't going to make it out of this alive, and he would rather kill her then have his father do it.

"Here," Draco's father said passing Draco his wand.

"Please forgive me Toria, Avada Kedavra" Draco yelled, a stream of green light pouring out of his wand and hitting Toria straight in the chest. A single tear streamed down his face.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered softly. Draco turned to his father "Let's go." Eager to leave so he wouldn't have to see the love of his life dead, and not wanting Alyssa to return when they were still there.

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"I loved Toria more then I've ever loved anything, she changed the man I was about to become, she showed me the kindness of muggles, she showed me that is okay to love someone different then yourself. Ever since that day I no longer hated muggles, I no longer valued being a pureblood over everything. It was as if a light that had been turned off, finally got switched back on. My heart has never been whole, not even with Toria, when I was with her I knew something was missing, I knew that one day my memories would come back, and then they did."

Draco stopped talking and looked up into Hermione's eyes "I never ever thought I would feel a shred of what I felt with Toria again, but Hermione when I look up into your eyes I feel as if you are the one to make me whole, for the first time ever."

"Oh Draco," Hermione said softly, looking deep into Draco's eyes. Then very slowly she lifted her head and kissed Draco.

Okay so another chapter done, it took me a month because this is the story of Draco and I wanted it to be perfect. Can you believe it only 5 more days till the last book? wow time sure has flown. There will not be another chapter till at least a week after DH comes out. Giving you all lots of time to read it. Even though the 7 books are done, I hope many of you will still come and read my fan fic.

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I love you all.

--Nickie Thorn.