Just My Luck

Are they real?

He woke suddenly, sweat dripping from every inch of him, the dream was far too real for his liking, the stoney coloured hand reaching for him, the screams, the feel of hot fresh tears dropping from someone's eyes, eyes he could no longer see and then pure pain, like a lions prey finally caught, crippling, burning, searing pain, slowly like torture covering him from top to toe, his ears ringing when a voice breaks through, she screams for him, but who is she? why does she care? Then he wakes, relief at the realisation that it was just a bad dream, followed by anger, how old was he, three? nightmares are for children.  

Draco opened his curtains, another day of nothingness he thought.  

after having breakfast and making himself resemble a person again draco began walking to the library, he'd collected all the books his family owned on potions the week before and had slowly made his way through them, potions had been his favourite class, he smiled faintly as he reminisced.  

This was short-lived however when he acknowledged footsteps behind him.

"what is it pepi? I have important reading materials to attend to." he said calmly  

"s-s-sorry master, I did not wish to disturb you, I merely came to deliver the letter the owl brought this morning" the little elf in the tiny ruffle dress spurted, draco smiled sympathetically at her, "thank you pepi, I often wonder why you chose to stay with a grumpy master like me, I've never treat you pleasantly and yet I dont know what I'd do without you" he said half to himself, pepi just smiled as she bowed and skipped away.

As draco opened the library doors his eyes fell upon a picture on his mothers desk, it was him, prancing around his family ball room with a cousin at a distant family event, the smug grin evident on his face the whole time. A grim smile formed somewhat distorted on his face as he laid the frame down away from him, he would never dance with anyone again there was no one In the wizarding world willing to dance with a death eater and it's not like there's anyone up to his capabilities anyway.  

sliding into the chair as he opened the envelope he placed the letter down on the desk and began reading,

Dear Mr malfoy,

you are hereby invited to redo your 7th year at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, as a result of the war we have a new lesson I shall explain more when term starts. I look forward to seeing you,

Headmistress McGonagall

He ran a hand through his already slightly tousled hair, should he go? he'd be an outsider, unwelcome, maybe he could use that as his own personal kind of punishment. Yes, that sounds about right, a suitable punishment, to be reminded he was a death eater, the filth of the wizarding world, a follower of...him. a grim look washed over draco's face at the thought, he would prepare his things to pack automatically on the day. As he walked into his room, forgetting all about potions reading, something in the full length mirror caught his eye, inspecting further he found the small shining item pinned to his shirt collar was the head boy badge, the confusion on his face contorted into a sardonic kind of smirk. His father would be proud, he thought with a sneer.