*Draco's flashbacks pt 9*

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After that night in her room I left.

Not like I just left her room, I actually left hogwarts in general...until my training was done.

"I'm glad you're home son" mum hugged me

"Me too"

"I just wish it was under better circumstances" she added

"Good to see you again son" my father walked in

"I guess now I can explain myself, since you know" he chuckled

"Please do" I laughed

We walked upstairs to his office as he told me everything that happened just as snape did.

"How do you kill people? I don't understand how you kill innocent people still" I retorted

"I have no choice draco, I fought it for years. I then realized if I ever wanted to defeat him...I needed him to trust me"

I guess he was right, I knew that's why they brought me home. He wanted me to prove my loyalty. I know by the time I return back to hogwarts...I'll be someone else.
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"Again you coward!" Bellatrix shouted

I peeled myself from the ground as blood poured from my face, I placed one hand on the large gash and one extending a knife out.

A few days  since I returned home the dark lord had my aunt bellatrix teach me how to defend and torture with and without a wand.

I released the knife from my grip as it zoomed passed bellatrix and landed in her thigh. She screamed out.

"Well done draco" she laughed as she ripped my knife from her thigh and casts a healing spell over it.

"You need to dodge it!" She launched the knife back at me as I shifted my weight causing the knife to hit the wall directly behind me

"You're doing better...it's still not good enough!"

"We're done for today, I'll be back tomorrow" she walked out slamming the door

I fell back on the floor gasping trying to reach from my wand that she had placed on the table

"Draco?" The door opened

"Merlin!" Mum kneeled down beside me casting a series of healing spells to stop the bleeding and repairing my eye sight

"She gone....is he okay?"

I turned my head and seen my father walk inside.

"Help me get him on the bed"

He kneeled down and scooped me up placing me on the soft mattress.

This happened every night...a routine.

"It'll leave a nasty scar, but he'll be okay" she leaned her head on my fathers shoulder

"Gives you more of a frondeur look I'd say..." he chuckled

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