Dron, Our Story

Dark Mark

Dracos POV

A month later. I sit on my bed and sigh, im so bored. I have nothing to do and im locked up in this Manor with only my parents and elves, who are all busy. Its 8 pm and I havent recieved any letters today, did they forget about me? I frown, I cant wait to go back to Hogwarts and chat with Pansy everyday, touch and kiss Ron, who I miss so so much. I didnt even realise in school how badly im in love with him, Im always thinking about his face and smile and body and voice and everything... I suddenly hear a knock on the door, I open it and its my Mother. She looks.. afraid? "Draco, Father needs to talk to you, now" She says and I nod, feeling worried. What is it now? I head downstairs and enter Ftahers office, his body is still and face is emotionless. "What is it, Father?" I ask and he looks at me. "Listen to me son, I knew this day would come so I've been preparing to tell you.." I get goosebumps, what is he on about? "The Dark Lord has announced that now that you are 16, you have to join us." He says and my eyes widen.. what? "What do you mean, Father?" I ask in a shaky voice. "You have to get the Dark Mark" He says and I feel everything freeze. "W-When?" I ask "Some time in year 6, when the Dark Lord decides" He explains. "But.. But Father.. I Dont want to" I say and he furrows his eyebrows. "Draco, you do not have a choice! It is the Dark Lords command. You have to do it, if you dont, he will kill you, me and your mother, do you understand?" He shouts and I stand up. "Father, please.. Im not like that.. I-I cant.. Im not brave to do that.." I say, feeling tears grow in my eyes. "Do not raise your voice at me! You will do it and you will have a task by the Dark Lord" He continues. "No! I wont!" I shout and Father gets up. He takes a few steps to me "How dare you disagree? You are a Malfoy, you HAVE to do this. You are evil!" He shouts and I feel a tear roll down my cheek. I cant believe what happening. "I am not Evil! I am not like you! I didnt wish to be born a Malfoy!" I scream and Father raises his cone, hitting me in the face and shoulder with it. I fall to the ground and Father continues beating me with it. "Whats wron- Oh Merlin!" Mother says in a gasp. "Leave the room Narcissa, im teaching our son how to respect us" Father says in a very deep strict voice. "Lucius.." She says. "LEAVE!" He screams and I hear footsteps. She left.. I cover myself with my arms, trying to not get hit in the face. "Father.. please" I mumble before getting another smack in the face. "Who do you think you are? Go to your room and stay, Im locking you in there for a week so you know how to behave next time" He shouts and I get off the ground, quickly going to my room. I close the door and tears tream down my face, I look at my arms, my suit is ripped and theres blood running down my arms, stomach and face. I can barely see with my left eye since he hit it. I suddenly hear the door lock, I wont be able to eat or drink for a week.. He has done this beofre in year 3, after I shouted at him. I passed out on the 3 day. I wipe my tears but the just keep coming. I slide down the door and sit down, holding my head in my arms, why? Why me? Why not someone else? Im 16! Fucking 16! I dont do all of that shit! Im not evil! I cry and repeat with a shaky voice. After a few minutes, I get up and take a piece of paper, I need to get out of here, now. The first person that comes to my mind is Pansy. "Dear Pansy, please help me, I really need to leave right now. Fathers at it again and I need somewhere to stay for a while, please respond as fast as you can, From Draco." I take my owl and it flies away, now I just need to wait. 10 minutes later, the owl comes back with a new letter. I open it quickly "Dear Draco, Im really sorry Draco but im not home right now, we're in France for the month! Im terribly sorry and I wish I can go and help you! I feel so bad. Maybe write to Weasley? He'll definetly let you stay for while until I come back, then you can come to my house, Sorry again, hang on there. From Pansy" I feel air get stuck in my lungs as I finish reading, shit. I guess I have to. "Dear Ron Weasley, How are you? Sorry its so late but I really need you're help. Father has done some things and I really need a place to stay at for a while, I have already wrote to Pansy but shes in France.. Please respond as fast as you can. From Draco" I scribble it down, not caring about the grammar mistakes and bad handwriting. I send it off and go to my bathroom, I look at myself and gasp. I look fucking terrible. I try to wash out my scars on my face but it burns me, "Fuck.." I mumble from the pain. I cant do it, I need help.. In 15 minutes, my owl is back with a letter.