Peace was spread over a young, skinny boy – his eyes closed as he breathed slowly. He turned around as he pulled his teddy-bear close. A soft popping-sound evaded the silence. The boy opened his eyes in shock –the blissful dream of his friends at Hogwarts brutally shattered. He looked at his watch. It was nearly midnight. He recognized the sound that woke him up and tears were forming in his eyes, while he trembled with fear.
He looked around his room, desperately looking for a place to hide, but he knew there wasn’t any. He silently crawled under his bed, covering his ears, as he waited for the things to come. The sweet voice of his mother went passed his fingers.
“Hello, darling. I’m glad you’re back.”
“Really? Then why are you shaking?”
He hated the provoking tone in his voice. He was drunk and the boy already knew why. It was because he stayed too close to his mother this afternoon, messing up his father’s intentions.
“I’m just sleepy, sweetheart.”
“Don’t lie to me, woman. What have you done?”
“Nothing. Honestly.”
A hint of panic. The boy knew his father would notice.
“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”
“What?”
“Shielding him.”
“Lucius…”
A smacking sound ringed through his room and the boy heard his mother sobbing, while clenching his fists in anger and powerlessness.
“Is he upstairs? Tell me!”
“Lucius, you won’t…”
The boy heard a loud thud and he knew his father had pushed his mother to the ground.
“L-Lucius…don’t…”
“Be silent, woman, because there is more where that came from. Boy? I know you’re awake!”
The boy cried silently, as he hugged his teddy-bear, wishing it could protect him. The door of his bedroom flew open and his father stepped inside – the stench of alcohol took over the room.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” his father bellowed. Suddenly he grabbed one of the boy’s legs and roughly pulled him into the light, his glasses wet with tears…
He looked around his room, desperately looking for a place to hide, but he knew there wasn’t any. He silently crawled under his bed, covering his ears, as he waited for the things to come. The sweet voice of his mother went passed his fingers.
“Hello, darling. I’m glad you’re back.”
“Really? Then why are you shaking?”
He hated the provoking tone in his voice. He was drunk and the boy already knew why. It was because he stayed too close to his mother this afternoon, messing up his father’s intentions.
“I’m just sleepy, sweetheart.”
“Don’t lie to me, woman. What have you done?”
“Nothing. Honestly.”
A hint of panic. The boy knew his father would notice.
“You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”
“What?”
“Shielding him.”
“Lucius…”
A smacking sound ringed through his room and the boy heard his mother sobbing, while clenching his fists in anger and powerlessness.
“Is he upstairs? Tell me!”
“Lucius, you won’t…”
The boy heard a loud thud and he knew his father had pushed his mother to the ground.
“L-Lucius…don’t…”
“Be silent, woman, because there is more where that came from. Boy? I know you’re awake!”
The boy cried silently, as he hugged his teddy-bear, wishing it could protect him. The door of his bedroom flew open and his father stepped inside – the stench of alcohol took over the room.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” his father bellowed. Suddenly he grabbed one of the boy’s legs and roughly pulled him into the light, his glasses wet with tears…
Draco woke up, screaming in agony – the image of Harry being abused still burning in his retina. Even when Healer Weasley pulled him close, trying to comfort him, the screaming continued…