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written

flashbacks

dreams

'thoughts'

Warnings for child abuse, language, rape, violence, self-harm, suicide, insanity, murder, character death and torture.

It was the middle of potions class, not a practical for once. Crabbe was pulling a face that made him look even more like an ape than usual. "Look Goyle!" he whispered, "I'm a mud blood."

Goyle laughed loudly, a fact that Snape did his best to ignore.

"Hey Draco." Crabbe nudged him in what he probably considered a soft manner but unfortunately jolted a half healed fracture. "What's wrong? Why didn't you laugh?"

"Nothing." He forced a smile. "Just thinking."

His eyes drifted back to the dark haired Gryffindor.

The last part of what he'd said wasn't a lie. He was thinking. He was thinking about blood.

I've started to realise that everything I've been told all my life is a lie. Pureblood, mudblood, it doesn't mean a thing. The only person who's ever given a shit about me is less than half-blood. Granger's top of the year and she's a muggle-born. My father and all the other deatheaters are working for a lie.

"This world is rightfully ours. It belongs to the pureblood families. Not to muggle scum. Are you listening to me Draco?" A blow to the side of the head. "Listen to me!"

"Draco."

He jumped. Snape was standing by his desk. Apart from them the room was empty.

"Class is over." His voice was entirely lacking its usual snarkiness, sadness taking its place.

Still breathing too fast the teenager started to pack up.

"Here." The teacher handed him a cardboard box containing half a dozen dark glass bottles. He read two of the labels: 'Pain Relieving Potion', 'Skele-grow'. "They'll help."

"Thank you."

"Let me know if you need more."

They're destroying everything for a lie, for a future that seems so perfect. They're trying to make a heaven for themselves, when really all they're creating is a hell.

I wonder what people think of my family. In the newspapers we're rich and beautiful, pillars of the community. Do they think my father is loving? Or that my mother knows what day it is and can remember my name?

So many lies. Does it make you feel better to hide behind them father?