Prompts: choice (#516), hate.
Gregory Goyle
He was supposed to follow in his father's footsteps, but Gregory didn't want his life.
To be nothing more than a lackey. To be forced to stand body guard over a pompous little ferret. He could feel his hate festering, growing as the years went on. Feel it building under his skin.
But was there any choice in the matter?
Not really.
It was why he swallowed it all up. After all, he didn't want to end up like Medea Runcorn, or Theodore Nott.
It was stifling, smothering even, but it might have been better than the alternative.
Gregory wasn't even sure how Medea or Theodore could stand it, all the sadistic abuse for years. All because they dared to defy the plans of their fathers and follow their own desires... but somehow they managed to carry on.
Gregory was ashamed, that he wasn't half as brave as a bloody girl, and the damn twig of a genius.
But he knew, his day was come. He was sure of it. The day when he would step out of his Draco Malfoy's shadow, and his father's footsteps be surpassed.
He was a Slytherin too. He could be patient. He could wait.
His moment would come to strike.
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