Malfoy | Draco Malfoy [Book1](Unedited!)

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A week went by and I was still locked in that cabin I have no idea what is going on outside, how bad the whole Voldemort situation is, I have no way of communicating with my friends or my mother, I have no way to know if they're safe.

Nicolas came two days ago, bought me same damn bland food, when I just told him I can cook for myself if he could just bring me the ingredients, but ofcourse why would that man ever listen to me.

It makes me sick to think about how many people he had killed, how causal he always seemed about it. He's a death eater what did you even expect then again I think if Draco is doing the same?

I standing near the window, staring blankly at outside the window, thinking back on everything that had happened to me since I had first woke up here . I'm a puppet, a stupid puppet and no one ever tells me anything

I haven't been able to sleep, with everything going on in my mind, Dahlia was dead my best friend was dead, and I wasn't there, I never got to say goodbye.

Now I'm afraid the same will happen to others and I won't be there.

My bones are nearly recovered so it doesn't hurt much now, I can walk with my weight on my left leg, my ribs were better too, and my arm was coming back to normal.

But what about everything else? This locked up cabin, being left out in the dark, knowing nothing.

I sighed and leaned my head against the glass, staring at the dark woods outside.

I don't know what's happening, I am afraid of what's happening outside. All I want is answers, and no one ever gives them to me.

My mom never told me she was a part of The Order of Pheonix, she just wanted to keep me dark and make me leave to the muggle world, she wanted to do that to protect me but still she, she could have talked with me.

Could've given me all the information, all the things I needed to know to keep myself safe but she kept me in the dark, like everyone else.

I had to figure it out on my own, and look at me now, trapped in a cabin with no way of communication. Just waiting for something to happen.

I sighed, staring out the window. I wanted to scream and shout and hit everything around me to vent out my frustration, but there was no one who would have cared enough to listen. So I stayed silent, staring at the darkness outside, until the door to the room opens Nicolas steps in without warning like always, in his death eater robes, God knows what that robe must have seen and been through

He didn't say anything.

He handed me a tray of food and my blood pressure shot up.

"What can't you just leave me alone, bring me some freaking ingredients and let me do the cooking" I yell furiously, "I can walk now. I don't need you hovering around like my babysitter "

"I don't have time to go fetch you all your picky ingredients," he rolls his eyes "and I need to change your bandage,"

"I can do that myself!" I snapped, "I already told you I can walk. I can take care of myself."

"Oh yes because 18 year olds are always the epitome of common sense," he said sarcastically, "so just shut up and let me do what I came here to do."

I hated the way he talked to me, like he was talking to a little child, but I didn't say anything. I was exhausted from yelling at him, and after weeks of confinement my spirits were running low. So instead, I just sighed and let him change my bandages.

I sit on the edge of the bed as he crouched down, I knew the healing spells hurt he'd done that twice on me before I can handle it just once more right