The Heir. ~| Draco Malfoy Fanfiction|~

11.

MENTIONS OF SELF HARM AND VIOLENCE VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!

"Get up." I say and shake Vera's arm roughly.

"alright, alright." She grumbles and I walk out of her room.

Crucio-ing some random mudblood was one thing.

But I was now a twelve year old murderer.

As much as I hate to admit it.

I hate it.

The pure agony I live in is too much to bear sometimes.

Thats why I do it.

Cut myself I mean.

It means I have control over something.

Even if it means pain.

It's just something that comes with the relief of murder I suppose.

I walk into the bathroom and lock the door behind me.

This summer was horrid.

The only thing that relived me from this living, burning, horrid hell was my friends.

And that was enough.

I slid to floor without making noise like so many times before.

If only father could see me now.

Your weak.

Pathetic.

stupid.

Worthless.

The voices were right though.

I was.

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No.

I wake up with a start and realize that it was just another nightmare of becoming weak.

But unlike most people.

I was the opposite.

I liked punishing those mudbloods

They deserved it.

I try to control my breathing and I get out of my bed.

Today I returned to Hogwarts.

But it was different than last time.

I was a twelve year old murderer.

Twelve when I killed my first human.

And without a doubt it made me feel great.

Power coursed through me veins.

So much power.

I walk over to my dresser and look through it searching for an acceptable gross outfit.

After all I was going to see the golden trio.

And boy was I dreading it.

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Narrative:

Little did Keirana know what awaits her this year was just another step in her journey to eternal love and glory.

She would use people this year.

She would hurt people this year.

She would please people this year.

She would become powerful this year.

In all the wrong ways,

She would.

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