True Place

Chapter 3

A/N: y'all asked so I'm just providing hear is the next chapter hope you guys like it.

Draco's P.O.V.

I was back at Hogwarts, I attempted to look normal and stay quiet as  I was at the eight year table alone. I hid in my robes and McGonagall gave the term address for the first years. Soon enough I could hear her begin to talk about the war. It was suffocating, I could feel all the eighth year student eyes full of hatred directed towards me. No on had known what I had planned for the year, and as far as they knew or cared to know, I was just the evil Slytherin that tried to kill Dumbledore and worked for the dark lord.

The first years had been sorted and when the group of Slytherin had formed, all that could be heard was mockery. I listened to ever word they said, and was shocked at the lack of attention being given to the situation. Suddenly I heard something that made me fly up on the the stage in a fit of rage. A student had yelled, "this is why all you purebloods are just pathetic death eaters. such selfish evil people."

"You know, your no better than a lowly pig, no matter how well known your family is. So what if their in Slytherin. Not every Slytherin you meet is a death eater. Clearly, even the death eaters had better standards than people like you lot, cause although they were murderers, they weren't as disgusting as you are, mocking innocent little children."

I gathered every Slytherin student in the school and we relocated to the common rooms. I told them a few stories about Hogwarts and the Slytherin house. They all seemed proud of  themselves to have someone stand up for them even if they were outcasted.

They all  disbursed to find their rooms and look around. Before long as I was making my way through the hall, I bumped into someone... Weasley. Right as I was about to apologize he said, "Oh look. The death eater came back. I wonder why they didn't just put you in Azkaban with your father." I walked away soon realizing that tears were starting to well up in my eyes.

Trigger warning: act of self harm will be mentioned, if you cant handle it, please skip.

I found myself in the bathroom of my room.  I took out my wand and created a small somewhat decorative knife. Cut after cut, I felt myself become more at ease. It hurt, but that was a pain I was willing to feel instead of all those bad memories and experiences I had. I continued until almost my entire forearm was covered in  gashes. This wasn't the first time I had done this. I knew it wasn't good, but it made me feel better.

Self harm ends

Not wanting anyone to notice what I was doing, I put on gloves to hid them.  It was time for the eight year to be a dress, and I didn't look forward to it. An hour had passed and I was a little happy. Uncle Snape was still alive, All the eight years had their own rooms and were were allowed to dress as we pleased. We were also free to roam the school grounds without our glamours on if we so chose only if we had found our mate.

I paid no mind to the new dress code as my clothes weren't as nice as everyone would've hoped or expected. Mother and I found these comfortable muggle clothing that I wore day in and out, hiding whatever scars were still visible on my body.