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written
flashbacks
dreams
'thoughts'
Warnings for child abuse, language, rape, violence, self-harm, suicide, insanity, murder, character death and torture.
Silver eyes snapped back to reality.
"What do you want ferret?"
He was on the train, standing in the centre of a corridor. Along with the trunk that lay at his feet he was effectively blocking the way. The golden trio were standing in front of him, clearly wanting to get by. Remembering what they'd just said he tried to think of a scathing reply. But when he opened his mouth no sound came out. He struggled to lift his trunk when a sudden sharp intake of breath caused him to flinch and drop it again. Harry was staring at him. His robes had slipped down off his right shoulder, revealing bruises and bloody wounds. Hurriedly he pulled the clothing back into place before the other two saw. Meeting his rival's gaze, he was shocked to see a flash of understanding in the green eyes.
"What the bloody hell is your problem?" shouted Wesley.
"It's not important." Distraction was evident in Harry voice. "Lets just go sit in that compartment with Séamus and Dean, ok?" They turned back the way they must have come. "He can stand there the whole journey for all I care."
My father is right of course. I do not want to be a servant of The Dark Lord. But he thinks it's just because I'm a coward. I am a coward. But that's not why I won't take the mark. I wonder if he would finally kill me if he knew the truth.
If I were brave, I'd be fighting that abomination he worships.
The blond haired teenager hadn't touched his dinner, instead he was listlessly pushing the food around with his fork, staring across the room.
"Look at that old fool sitting up there!" Pansy laughed. "Stupid muggle lover. He doesn't stand a chance against the Dark Lord! Our time is coming soon. And it will be glorious, won't it Drakie?"
He mumbled something in the affirmative, catching little more than the general gist of what she was saying. His eyes were fixed on the Gryffindor table.
Ron had made a joke and Harry was laughing so hard pumpkin juice came out his nose. Hermione slapped him on the back helpfully. They seemed so happy. A long time passed but he didn't notice. Harry got up. Smiling and saying something to his friends he left the hall. Impulsively Draco followed him.
About a minute passed before Harry turned and asked him what he wanted. The Slitherine cursed under his breath, had thought he'd gone unnoticed.
"Nothing. I'm just going to bed."
"I'm not an idiot. Your dormitories are the other way. I'm not going to tell anyone if that's what's your worried about."
"What are you talking about? Tell them what?"
"That your father beats you up."
"No he doesn't! Why are you making up lies about him?"
"You're pathetic Draco. How do you expect things to get better if you pretend nothing's even wrong?"