"Help me". This was the last thing I said to people who treated me like crap. That included my family. I never knew why I called them "family". No one helped. Nobody helped me when I was alive, what did I expect? Draco Malfoy, my brother is the person who kind of understood me when I was alive. Actually no, he was the one of the people understood me when it came to "Death Eaters" topic. That they all listened. My uncle, Tom Riddle understood me. He was the only one who "saved me a seat" always when we had meetings. But that doesn't mean I won't take revenge on him. Why? because he was one of the reasons why my life ended. Not that he killed me, because my so-called family never came when I needed them, that included him. He did understand me, but he never cared for me.
I won't forget my "friends" who? nobody. They never treated me like a friend? Who are they? The Potter, the muggle-born Granger and the Weasley. "We're in this together" Hermione said, but we were never in "this" together. Harry, oh that famous wizard, I've always loved that boy, romantically loved. But he never did feel the same. He did treat me like I'm some boy/girl that was obsessed with "The Chosen One". Ron Weasley, the pure bloods embarrasment. What a total coward for a pure blood. My life was never the "good" life. It was full of shame, embarrassments, and other bad things. Yeah, I'm dead, but still have unfinished business.
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Revenge
FanfictionRevenge is a story of a young Malfoy Family member who died because of his/her friends and family. He/She shall not be silent until he/she takes revenge on his/her old friends and his/her own family.
