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Dirty Little Secret
My name is Draco Malfoy, and I have a secret.
It's happened again, and again, and again. The pain won't go away. I hate him, he abused me for no reason. I would go to school with bruises. I only bully Potter because I wish I was him.
He thinks my life is so easy because I have a rich father and it seems as though they care for me. But every Christmas when I go home, no one's there. It's only me and one maid, and I don't care to much to order her around. She's a muggle and doesn't understand magic. But he's wrong of course.
My life got worse through out all my years. Everyone thought I couldn't wait to leave Hogwarts. But secretly every year I've wanted to stay at Hogwarts. And in year two when I got to stay. It was heaven. It's when I left when everything went wrong. It starts like this.
My mother had left for the night and it was just me and my dad. I was in my room, staring at my Muggle Football posters. Yes I am a fan of Muggle Sports. Anyway, my father called me into his room.
He started swearing at me and I ran for the door. He'd already locked it and I sank to the floor. He slapped me and swore, more bad words spoken. He's finished me off and I lay there motionless, sprawled on the floor. I am Draco, I'm but 18. Tonight my father murdered me.
No, I'm totally kidding. But someone did die that night. As he left me there. Cruciatus curse starting to wear off, I shakily stood to my feet. He thought he could control me. Him and his stupid pure blood ideas. If Potter only knew what I would give to have his life in exchange for mine.
I grabbed my wand from the other side of the room, since my father kept it in his study which of course is his bedroom. I went down the stairs to see that he was drinking his stash of whiskey he had hidden under the stairs quite awhile ago. I notice some maids sprawled on the floor. The Cruciatus curse on them.
"Father!" I cried, running down the stairs. The words just slipped, aiming my wand. Those two words. Gracious, horrible, painful words. I never mean them to do that.
I stood over there crying and crying. How could I? I went into hiding. Voldemort was dead. How could, I'm no better then him. I ran out of the house, running away from this hatred world. To live somewhere peaceful. Where everyone was free. And crime would ever go to.
My name is Draco Malfoy, and I have a secret. Tonight I murdered my father...
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