A few years had passed, and I watched myself, er, Draco, grow. It took some time, but I began to distinguish myself from him as a completely different person. I was no longer that Draco. It was kind of like we were just two people who shared the same name. I developed a sort of fatherly relationship with him, doing my job as his guardian. As he slowly approached the age of five, he had begun to lose his ability to see me. Instead of me being a constant figure in his life, I soon became only brief flashes to him, being able to see me only in time of need or desperation. No matter how vigorously I waved to catch his attention, or how loud I yelled, he would only very briefly take notice. It seemed that with his parents and other elders constantly telling him that he was too old for his "imaginary friend," he began believing it too.

I have to admit, my job became a bit more boring and lonely when he had stopped noticing me. I had no one to talk to; therefore I had to resort to wandering around to amuse myself while I was sure that Draco was in no danger.

Something I had never understood when I was growing up was how Father had transformed from such a loving person to one who had become as loveless and soulless as he was the day he died. As an angel, I now understood.

I could see his aura dangerously pulsating around him as he began to rise in ranks in the Ministry. His greed for money and power had consumed him, green and black clouds dissolved in the air around him, sometimes turning so thick that it became opaque, making it difficult for me to see him as anything but a dull, ugly cloud. Poisonous thoughts of purity and blood added to the gloom that had surrounded him.

One day, while Draco was playing with his toy broomstick in the garden, I heard a commotion from somewhere. I scanned the area quickly to make sure that no harm would ensue Draco, and then wandered off towards the sounds that I was hearing.

I could see the dark auras hovering about a few feet away. I followed the auras. It seemed to go towards the Manor. I floated upwards to the third storey, where the auras seemed thickest. I peered through the window, looking around.

Oh Merlin, this is Mother and Father's room. Please, please, don't let me stumble across them going at it again. God, I am so scarred. Nothing that I would ever do could erase that horrifying image in my head. In fact, I think I could've gone through the rest of my days never having the thought of my parents going on about like a pair of rabbits, let alone did anything… well to be honest, anything that I did myself to a girl or my wife.

That reminds me… I have to find a way to prevent Draco crawling into their bed in the middle of the night. That little blonde's nightmare was the cause of my mental scarring. Although I don't recall me walking in on them ever happening during my lifetime…

A dull thud could be heard on the door as Draco knocked meekly, clutching Owly in one arm. I hovered around behind, trying to soothe him from his nightmare. Unfortunately, it wasn't working. He wanted to crawl up next to Mother and Father and sleep. Ugh. This is my fault. I shouldn't have gotten him used to having someone always in the room with him at night.

"Yes," I heard Mother through the door. I frowned. Her voice seemed a bit weird. Whatever. I shrugged to myself and followed Draco inside. It was a rather rare occasion when I went into my parent's room, so I took my time to look around as I let Draco wander over to the bed.

"Mummy, what are you doing to Daddy?"

"Draco?" I heard Mother's panicked voice. What's going on? I turned around to see for myself.

Oh. OH.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! TURN AROUND DRACO! TURN AROUND!" I yelled, throwing my hands over his eyes and shutting my eyes as tight as I could. I could hear Mother clambering off of Father as quickly as she could, Draco gaping at them through my hand.

"Oh, come on!" I cried as the child stared at his parents, horrified. "At least protect Owly's innocence!" I said as I trained my eyes on the stuffed owl that was hugged closely to his chest.

"Haven't I taught you not to come in unless you knocked and someone answered?" Mother cried as she threw the sheets over her body, blushing furiously. I heard Father grunt in response as he shuffled under the covers.

"I did, Mummy, and you answered "yes" so I walked in," Draco nodded. "Can I sleep with you please?" his high little voice came in the darkness as he bounded towards the bed, flopping in between them. I saw Mother's face turn an even deeper shade of crimson as Father chuckled. Oh Merlin, this is so gross. This is SO WRONG! HASN'T ANYONE TAUGHT THESE TWO THE DANGERS OF SEX? ABOUT STD'S? AND I'M PRETTY SURE THE POSITION THEY WERE IN WAS A PRETTY IMPOSSIBLE WAY OF CONCEIVING A BABY!

It's official. Parents should not be allowed to have sex. It's just not should just sit there and be all… Parent-ey! Not have lives and whatever!

"Er, no Draco darling. You have to be a big boy and sleep in your own bed for tonight," Mother said, at a loss for any better excuse. Draco sighed sadly as he dragged himself off of the bed. Then he let out a little giggle.

"I saw your butt, Mummy," he giggled, closing the doors behind him.

"Oh Merlin…" I heard Mother's voice behind me as Father roared with laughter. I could feel my face turning green as I floated behind Draco out of the room, attempting to remove the horrifying images in my head.

Interesting… I always wondered why I had never liked that position in bed with my wife… OH MERLIN WHAT AM I SAYING? THAT IS SO SICK! Oh God, I think I just threw up a little in my mouth. Anyway, back to what I was doing.

I was about to hover back to the ground when I heard a loud crash. Startled, I stuck my head back up and looked into the room. I saw two silhouettes inside. Of course, my parents. I pulled myself up higher, trying to spy on the two.

Mother was seated on a couch, her head tilted upwards. I could imagine the stern look that was on her face as she jutted her chin out at Father, the same way I had whenever I was upset or angry. Father was standing in front of her, shouting. I could make out the profanities he was yelling through the Silencing charm placed on the window. As an angel, spells and magic no longer affected me, yet another perk.

I heard Mother reply softly to whatever Father had said. I could not make out what she had said, but it must have angered him even more; for he stood still for a moment, a dangerous look fleeting across his eyes. I lurched forward, instinctively placing myself between Father and Mother, for I knew what was going to happen next. It was a moment that I had experienced many times during my life. It was the calm before the storm.

Father's hand shot out, striking Mother on the face. I stared downwards, momentarily shocked as Father's hand plunged through me.

Looking back up at Father, I saw his face, leering at Mother who was clutching her cheek, shocked. A light red patch was printed on her pale skin. I snarled at Father, furious. I had seen this happen many times, and one would think that I would have gotten used to this display of domestic violence, but I never had. It's not something that is easy to witness, especially if it's your own mother.

I turned around to examine Mother's cheek closely, putting my hand on her shoulder for comfort. Although she could not see me, I could've sworn that she felt me. I saw tears threatening to escape Mother's eyes and I wiped them away. I felt something in my stomach drop as my hand passed through her face, emerging behind her skull. She slowly rose, holding her head up high as she walked out of the room. I glared at Father as I heard a sob escape from upstairs somewhere.

"Daddy?" a small voice came from behind. I felt my face morph into horror as I turned around to see little Draco standing meekly by the door. Father's expression remained steely as he approached his son, clutching his cane tightly in one hand.

This all seemed slightly familiar. I frowned.

"What is it, Son?" He asked. I flew over to Draco's side, ready to protect him from what might be coming. This all seemed too familiar…

"Is Mummy sad?" he asked. Father glared down at him, making Draco shift uncomfortably on his feet as he held his toy broom in one hand.

"No, no, Draco. Mummy is not sad. Mummy was just disagreeing with me about your future."

Draco thought for a moment. "What does disagreeing mean?" Father let out a sigh, putting a hand to his forehead and shaking his head.

"It means not agreeing with me," he answered. Draco nodded, obviously not understanding. I sighed, hovering by his side. "Why was Mummy dis-disagreeing with you?" he said, struggling with the word.

"Because your Mummy is beginning to turn into a blood traitor," Father replied.

"What's a blood traitor?"

Father put a hand firmly on Draco's shoulder and led him to the couch, making him sit. "Let me explain something to you, Draco," he said, kneeling down in front of him so that he could look at him eye to eye. "Do you know what a Mudblood is?"

Draco gasped. "Daddy, you said a bad word! Now I get a Galleon," he said happily, swinging his legs in his seat. Father exhaled heavily.

"Who told you that it was a bad word?" asked Father. Draco shrugged. "Mummy did," he said. "Mummy said that it was a very bad word and no one should be using it."

"Well," said Father. "Mummy is wrong. Let me explain to you what a Mudblood is. A Mudblood is a person who is so vile and dirty that they are beneath us. They are an abomination. They are people who are born to families who has no magical background or history; Muggles. Their blood is dirty. You, my son," said Father, clapping his hands on Draco's shoulders. "You are a Malfoy. Draco Lucius Malfoy. You come from a long line of pure, untainted magical blood. You do not lower yourself to associating with Mudbloods, or more commonly known as Muggleborns. They are beneath you. A blood traitor is a pure blood who begins to… care about Mudbloods. Of course, this is very, very wrong, and makes them equally as bad as Mudbloods. You do not associate with any of them," Father finished. "Do you understand me, Draco?"

Draco sat back in the couch, thinking hard. "What does abomination mean?" he said finally. I stifled a chuckle, watching Father as he struggled to resist the urge to slap a hand to his forehead in frustration. My urge to laugh dissolved quickly as I saw Father's eyes flash dangerously. Oh Merlin. I remember why this seemed so familiar.

Father drew his wand out of his cane and pointed it at Draco. Horrified, I leaped in front of Draco and pushed him out of the way, thankful that I was able to interact with him. I saw his eyes connect with mine, terrified as a blast of yellow light whizzed by him. Draco's eyes widened in shock as his toy broom exploded into millions of tiny little splinters. Tears sprang to his eyes. I quickly wiped them away, whispering to him to stay strong. Crying would only make Father more mad and give a lecture about weakness.

How I knew that lecture too well…

"You must pay attention to me, Son," said Father slowly, putting his wand back in his cane. "Look at what you made me do."

"I was, Daddy," whimpered Draco. "I was listening."

"Then tell me, son. Are you to associate with Mudbloods?"

Draco struggled. I could see that he did not understand the question. He was only five years old for crying out loud! At least use less sophisticated words on the boy!

"Um, yes Daddy. I think that I should," said Draco, taking a guess. A shot in the dark. What a terrible miss that was. I knew what was coming next, the memories hurling themselves through my brain. I lurched forwards once more, enveloping my body around his as the first Unforgiveable spell that Draco would ever encounter hit him. I watched the spell pass through my body, horrified as it hit its mark.

I closed my eyes as his shrieks pierced the air. I held him close, trying to absorb some of the pain as his tiny body writhed and twisted into impossible positions. After what seemed to be an eternity, but in reality was a few seconds, Father lifted his wand, releasing Draco from the Cruciatus curse. He gasped for air, tears leaking from his eyes as he stared at Father, wondering how he could inflict such pain on his own flesh and blood.

"I'll ask you again, Draco. Do we associate with Mudbloods?"

"N-no, Daddy. We don't," he stuttered. Father nodded in approvement. "Glad we've come to an understanding," he said. With that, he turned swiftly, his cloak swishing behind him as he stormed out of the room.

Draco fell onto his knees the floor, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. His tiny body could not handle the aftereffects of the curse, and he was slowly slipping into unconsciousness. The last thing he saw before he hit the ground was Mother's arms reaching out towards him, catching him as he collapsed.

A/N: Well, now you guys all know how Draco had it drilled into his head, the hatred of muggleborns and all… kinda sad I know :(

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