Inner me

Chapter 1: Azkaban

Draco's prospective:

It was early in the morning as I woke up from my sleep. I crawled out of my bed to find my trunk or packed up for Hogwarts. I stared at it with my ghostly eyes, I couldn't go back... Not what happened with the war, I mean I still have my dark mark!

I rolled my sleeves up and stared at my scar and just hoped that no one will know about me being a deatheater. "Hunny, time for breakfast" charmed my mother from downstairs. So I slumped out of bed and strolled downstairs.

When I was downstairs I saw both my mother and father looking at me as I walked passed. "Hey" I grumbled. My father stood up from his chair and marched outside. His eyes where puffed and ten like he'd been crying for hours on end!

"What's wrong with father" I said looking through the window to find him. "Draco baby.."
"Don't call me baby!" I screamed. "Sorry Draco, um, your father and I had us talking about the war.... "
"Yes I know we are still on the dark side blah blah blah I get it!!" I cried as I've been told many times,
"No Draco, it's time for us to go." She said softly. "Go?" I chuckled. "Where?"
"Um, see Draco your father is being put into Azkaban, for consulting with Voldemort so he has to go.."

"Oh" I cried, I froze still for a moment and just waited until it was over but I knew it wasn't a dream. So I left with my head bowed low.

I couldn't believe my father is going to Azkaban. Why he should go!!! He is the one forcing me to do things like battle with Voldemort.. I wanted to fight for the Hogwarts side. Now when I go back to Hogwarts, all everyone is going to see me as the deatheater Child.

Well, I made sure that I had all of my things for Hogwarts tomorrow and just sat on my bed. Hoping that my father suffers in pain. Because all of these years of my future in his sweaty, unwashed palms of his hands. Well this should show him... It will show him the pain that I went with too.....

Big time...