Draco winced as his father struck out at him. The anger that had been brooding under the surface of his emotions had finally boiled over, and Lucius Malfoy had finally had enough of Draco's whining. It was true that he had been complaining, but Draco was still battered from the last beating he had taken.
The blow landed hard on Draco's shoulder, connecting with soft 6 year old flesh. Draco cried out in pain and crumpled to the floor, young face etched with pain. His mother rushed forward, sobbing , and took her son,her only child in her arms.
"What have you done? Lucius , what have you done to our son...Lucius why..." She collapsed next to Draco ,tears overcoming her body, once beautiful face contorted in fury, pain and overwhelming sadness .
Lucius didn't reply and glared with ice blue eyes and swept out of the grand marble hall at the heart of Malfoy Manor, not pausing to listen to the sound of his wife's and son's tears echoing through the elaborate manor.
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The boy who never had a choice
Hayran KurguDraco Malfoy; the misunderstood character of the Harry Potter fandom . Brutally abused by his father, trapped by his society, troubled by his growing obsession with Harry Potter and struggling to do what's right and protect his mother, Draco is the...
