Bab 1: Prologue
My name, is Draco Lucius Malfoy, sole heir to the house of Malfoy, member of the sacred 28. The single most richest and most privileged wizard of the present. Or, at least that's what I'm told.....
What I really am? I am Draco Lucius Malfoy, the boy who grew up trying to live up to my abusive father's expectations and standards, the boy who had been marked a servant of the Dark Lord at the age of 16, forced to in order to protect the only one who loved him, his mother and even lost her in the end. I am the boy that killed the single most powerful and good wizard of our time, Dumbledore. I am the boy who had no choice...
Its been... What? Three four months since the trial? I can't remember, and by that I mean the time, the trial? Well, that's something I can't ever forget. Being grouped with them, the death eaters, and knowing that I truly was one of them, that was the worst part.
I remember when all the others were sentenced to the dementor's kiss. I remember the way my fathers face scrunched up as he glared at me, the hate and anger evident in his eyes. But I say, he got what he deserved, the demonic bastard. But what I remember the most, that was the suspense, I never knew the sound of so many people talking could sound so damn silent and be so scaring. I remember the whispers requesting my execution, banishment, and so many more wonderful punishments, and if you ask me, I deserved every one of them. After what I'd done, I wouldn't blamed them if they just killed me here and now.
But they didn't. No, I don't think they could bring themselves to. I'd like to think that they understood my situation at the time. But obviously, that was not the case. I was simply a minor, and they could not find enough a grave violation of the law to sentence me to death nor banishment. So what they resorted was to was simple. The destruction of my wand, of course at first I did not think it would be such a big punishment, they were just breaking a stick, and all I had to do was buy another at Ollivanders, but, the moment my wand split into two. It felt, horrifying, it felt as if someone stabbed into my core, I fell to my knees gasping for breath, raging at my lungs until I fell unconscious. I couldn't really bring myself to think of buying another wand after that.
Now, I guess I have some explaining to do, as I seem to have contradicted myself. I stated I had killed Dumbledore, and I also said that they were unable to find a grave enough crime to condemn me. Of course, if killing Dumbledore was not crime enough, what may be? But, if anyone knew I had killed Dumbledore, the ministry would have been the least of my problems. I would've been killed off by Voldemort himself. This was solved for me by my godfather, Severus Snape. After I had killed Dumbledore he used a charm to change the memories of everyone who saw it, to make it seem as if he killed Dumbledore. And for that, he died. Just another casualty to the list of people that died because of me.
And that brings me to right now. It was part of my sentence, to redo my last year in hogwarts, well, at first the punishment was home arrest, but, that seemed a bit difficult after a few trun of of events. Now they sent me to hogwarts, they called it giving proper education, but obviously they just wanted to keep a proper eye on me, not that I blame them, I wouldn't trust me either, that bit them in the ass once before. So that brings us to this second. Me, alone, sitting in a corner of the Slytherin common room, with a bottle of firewhisky. You wouldn't recognize me if you saw me now. Gone was the slicked back hair, like that remained was messy white locks that hadn't been combed in weeks, the proper dress robe, now was a simple half tucked in shirt, the top buttons removed, the tie adorned in the oh so great colors of Slytherin, hanging loose on my neck.
I was no longer the crown prince of Slytherin, I was no longer the charismatic, annoying, and cunning Draco Malfoy, now I was just, that stinking death eater, or the new dark lord, or something along those lines. Even my old friends now couldn't bring themselves to associate themselves with me. But, I'm glad for them, at least their parents weren't as stupid as mine. They didn't have to go through what I did, so I was kind of glad. But also, so sad. I had no one to relate to. No one to console me, just me, and this good old bottle.
I went through the newspapers, of course, the front page was still decorated with the golden trio and the rest of the DA. They had saved the wizarding world as we know it. What do you expect. I can imagine what a great time Potter, Granger and the Weasleys are having. Of course one of the twins died, guess that was a bit of a bummer for them. But other than that they must be having a great time.
I looked below and was not so surprized to find a picture of me. Of course not a good one. You don't use a respectable photo when talking about villains, it was one of me with my messy hair and messy clothes. Ah, mum would've killed me. Anyway, I shrugged as I read on. It wrote about all of my gains from the war, now I was the head of the Malfoy house, and the Black house since Potter had given up on it. It kept painting me as a villain who could break out at any second, at one point I got so mad I threw down the paper and smashed the bottle over it.
Realizing my mistake I looked at my hands covered in blood. Cursing at myself I looked at the rest of the common room to see all the kids staring at me, some in fear, some with hate, and some with expressions which showed they themselves didn't know how to feel. I growled lightly as I walked to my room and got another bottle from in my suitcase. With it I also got a pack of cigarettes, something of the muggles I discovered. Oh I know what you're thinking, Draco? Using muggles stuff? Of course I use muggle contraptions, they're smart and much more easier to handle, and cigarettes are great. I lit one up returning to my usual spot in the common room. Keeping my bottle next to me I closed my eyes, smoking.
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