A Psychopath Or Two

The Past Pt.1-Draco Malfoy

Draco Lucius Malfoy is a short wizard, with soft blonde hair, milky pale skin, and shinny silver eyes. Draco was the sweetest little boy you'd ever meet. He loved pretty flowers, tiny little bugs, and everything happy shinning in the bright world. Well he did..until one day..

=======12 years ago=========
"Mommy!! Mommy!!! Mooommyyyyy!!!" Little Draco shouted running up to his mother with the goofy little smile his mom adored.
"Yes my starlight?" Narssisa spoke back to the tiny angel now resting in her lap smiling up at her.
"Momma I picked you a pwetty fllowew!!" Draco giggled out holding the flower up to Crissy. Narssisa gently took the flower from her son and placed it softly in her long, dark, chocolatey brown hair. The two laughed and smiled together. Until suddenly little Draco was yanked up from his mother's lap by the wrist! Screaming, kicking, and crying, poor little Draco tried his best to free himself, but his fathers grip was far too strong for the poor little five-year-old. Seeing her boy struggle, Narssisa lept from her seat and pleaded with Lucius to release their son.
"Lucius! He's just a boy!" Narssisa shrieked trying to free little Draco.
"I will not have a girly son!" Lucius yelled back in Narssisa's face causing the tears built up in her pale blue eyes to trail down her pale skin. Soon enough Lucius got away from Narssisa, having locked her away in their bedroom and made his way down the long spiraled stairs dragging Draco behind him, as his wife banged on the large white door her poor hands become numb and bruised from the abuse she inflicted upon them.
After some time of waiting and listening to the cries from the blonde child and his screaming wife, the door bell rang. Calmly Lucius stood from his spot on the couch and walked over to the large doubled doors. The doors swing open to reveal a tall man with messy chestnut hair, cold black eyes, a scar tracing down his left one, and tanned white skin covered in burns going up against his arms. The man grinned wickedly as Lucius welcomed him in and walked him over to the tariffed five year old chained to one of the large white pillars in the living room. After a minute of speaking over Draco's scared muffled cries, The scary man handed Lucius a bag of money. Excepting the money, Draco's father leaned down with cold emotionless eyes and unchains Draco. Before he can escape however, the scary man caught his arm with a stomach turning grin and started dragging him to the door.
"Daddy!!! Daddy help me! I promise I'll be good!! Don't let him take me!!" Little Draco cried out for his father, arms stretched out just wanting to be in his mothers caring arms again. No matter how much the poor little boy screamed Lucius stood there no emotion in his dull silver eyes as he watched a man he hired leave with his only child.

For years after Draco was used as a lab rat. Testing products, undergoing dangerous experiments that tore and altered his mind and body. All he ever wanted was his mother back, even just one last time. His 16th birthday rolled around and he was still stuck in a cell, rags draped over his boney figure. He thought all hope was lost..
That was until the wall outside his cell crumbled in, leaving a figure standing in the rubble. The figure was slightly taller than Draco himself with messy hair and ripped clothes, from what he could see. The figure walked closer. The light finally hit the figure, revealing messy black hair, tanned skin covered with scars, and emerald green eyes that seemed as if they glowed.
"Hey your ok, I'm not here to hurt you" the figure whispered, looking around him before quickly pulling out a Bobby pin and a needle and starting to pick the cell door lock. "My names Harry and I was sold to these people to, when I was 6. I promised myself I'd come back and save everyone else. It looks like your the only who survived though." the figure Draco now knew as Harry finished as he opened the cell door and held his hand out to Draco. "Quickly now, they'll be back soon." He urged. Hearing the men rushing down the hall he nodded, grabbing Harry's hand as they jumped from the whole in the wall and running for their lives.