Draco Malfoy, a proud pure-blood, has been brought up to be a strong, proud and independent part of the Malfoy family. But that's bought him nothing but pain and mis-fortune. Draco was quite content living alone with his mother and Bellatrix Lestrange at Malfoy Manor, he was even happy spending time a Hogwarts with fellow Slytherins - until he realised.

This time last year he would have given anything to be one of them. Until he got assigned to... He can't even bring his mind to think about it any more.

His life was fine. He was happy pushing mud-bloods, Weasel and Potter around, making them feel worthless and winding them up. But now, as he stared his self-loathing face in the mirror, he was the one who felt worthless.

If he wasn't one of them, everything would be normal. If his father wasn't one of them, he wouldn't be one either, and his father wouldn't be in a dirty cell in Azkaban Prison.

A cold, salty tear ran along Draco's pale skin, he quickly wiped it away, not wanting to discrace himself, but more and more just kept flooding out of his eyes. He couldn't fight it, he couldn't find the strength to fight it, not any more. He kept crying until he found himself sobbing - him, Draco Malfoy, was in the toilets sobbing.

"Don't..." A vaguely familiar voice comforted him from one the cubicles.
"Who is it?" He snapped over his sobbing voice.
"It's Moaning Myrtle."
Draco turned his head to the cubicle he thought she was in, for unknown reasons he thought he could trust her; he knew he could trust her.
"Tell me what's wrong... I can help you." She promised.
"No one can help me," said Draco. He clutched either side of the sink, making his knuckles turn even more white. His whole body was shaking, still sobing, "I can't do it... I can't... But unless I do it soon... He says he'll kill me..." Tears continued to stream along Draco's face, dripping into the sink.

Draco urgently wiped his tears aside, for in the cracked mirror, he saw Harry Potter. He was staring at him - no - spying on him. Draco spun round and whipped out his wand, Harry mirrored his actions, pulling out his own.

Draco threw a hex at Harry, who dived out of the way, and it ended up hitting the lamp beside him. Draco didn't have time to think about his failed hex, as Harry was already flicking his wand toward him. Draco blocked the jinx and raised his wand to try another hex.
"No! NO! Stop it!" Myrtle screamed.
Draco ignored Moaning Myrtle's squeals, dodging another flick of Harry's wand. The spell backfired on the wall next to Draco and smashed the toilet beneath Moaning Myrtle, who let out a deafening scream. Water poured all over the floor, flooding the room. Harry slipped and Draco took the opportunity, shouting: "Cruci-"
"SECTUMSEMPRA!" Roared Harry, waving his wand like a mad-man.

Draco fell on the floor in agonising pain, shaking, with blood squirting from his stomach and chest as if somebody had slashed him. His wand fell out of his limp hand and rolled across the drenched bathroom floor.

Harry gasped, realising what he had done. He slipped over to Draco, who was still shaking in pain attempting to look at his blood-soaked body.
"I didn't mean-" Harry started. He fell to his knees, staring at Draco, who's blood was now in a pool around him.
Draco had never been in so much pain, the slashes in his chest felt as though his body got ripped in half. More tears than ever started to pour from his eyes. Draco kept on shaking uncontollably, bleeding more and more by the second.
Moaning Myrtle let out another deafening scream, putting Draco into even more pain, "MURDER! MURDER IN THE BATHROOM! MURDER!"

The door swung open, giving Draco at least some hope on survival. Snape sprinted to Draco, pushing a petrified Harry vigorously aside. But Draco and Snape didn't care about Harry, besides, he was the bastard who did this to him!

Snape knelt over Draco, tracing his deep wounds with his wand, he chanted a spell that sounded like a song. It made the flowing of blood ease and seemed to make Draco's shakes calm down. Snape wiped the blood of off Draco's face and repeated the spell. The wounds started to close and Draco's shaking ceased even further.

Draco saw Harry watching him with a horrified face, also soaked in blood and water. Draco hated Potter. He hated him for spying and especialy hated him for cursing him. Moaning Myrtle was still weeping in her cubicle with the shattered toilet, she cried Draco's name over and over.

After Snape recited his spell for the third time, he helped Draco into a standing position. Only his hands were shaking now - but with rage.
"Draco, you need to go to the hospital wing. There may be a certain amount of scarring, but if you take dittany immediately, we might avoid it." He helped Draco across the still-flooding bathroom, turning to Harry on the way out, "And you, Potter... You wait here for me."

Draco snarled at Harry on the way out, shooting knives into his soul.

Impressum

Texte: Steal my book and I'll steal your house.
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 08.09.2011

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