Draco was suffocating from the lack of space and air in the box, in a room. He couldn't breath. His father had locked him in when he had disobeyed his orders. Draco flinched when he heard the door slam shut.
"Draco," His father cooed. "Listen tot he beautiful cries I shall bless you upon with. Listen." It was an order. But whose cries? His question was answered with a cry of pain after "Crucio!".
It was his mother.
His mother screamed aloud, louder and painfully. The high scream broke Draco's ears but mostly his heart. He could do nothing to save his mother. He was scared as restrained.
This continued for days. Everyday, his father would lock Draco and make force him to listen to his mother scream. Draco would cover his ears to try and block out the screaming and torture put on his mother. He cried. He wanted to help, he wished he was much braver, stronger. He was a useless son.
By the end of the Winter Holidays, Draco's hearing had decreased by twenty percent - all caused by his mother's scream and Draco's lack of ability to stop his father.
Oh how useless Draco was, just wasting the oxygen. Would things be better had Draco bot been born? He was the next Dark Lord. Draco had feared this, afraid he might one day actually become the Dark Lord's heir. He was already the Malfoy heir and Slytherin Prince, so why? Why him? Why Draco?
Why?
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