Since the Battle of Hogwarts, Father has been going mad. He thinks that it's Mother's fault that Potter is still alive because she faked his death. Later that night, Mother got very upset with him and told him to leave, we haven't seen him since.
As soon as we arrived back home, I saw my father, Lucius Malfoy standing in front of the doors.
"Mother, Father is-"
"Yes Draco, I know. Just wait here." She stammered. She approached him, and they went inside.
He looked as if he had not showered in many weeks, face scruffy, dark bags under his eyes, he looked infuriated. A few minutes later, Mother came outside and said I could come in, her face looked red, her eyes puffy, cheeks tear-stained. Something had happened.
Later that night, I was in my room and I decided to pull out some parchment and a quill. Trying to figure out who to write to, there was a knock on the door. I got up to the door and opened it. It was my father, "Go away, I wish not to speak to you." I mumbled.
"Come on you foolish boy, you must speak to me, I'm your father, after all." He hissed approaching me, slowly.
"I said, I WISH NOT TO SPEAK TO YOU!" I screamed at him, getting more scared.
"Oh you, foolish, foolish boy. You should have known that your only purpose was to become a loyal servant of Lord Voldemort, and you failed. Now you will never see the light of day AGAIN."
There was a flash of green light.
