Scars: A Dramione Veela Story

Chapter 1

Draco's pov~ fifth year~

I sit back in my comfy arm chair and flip the page of my book. A loud scream echoes up from my mother and father's room. It's late and they should be asleep. I feel particularly lazy so I call Beady our house elf and ask her to go check on them. She slowly exits the library. I finish my chapter and am about to stand when Beady aparates in front of me.

"Master must come with me. There is something wrong." So I follow her swiftly down the stairs and across the hall. I peer in and see my father standing above my mother and slapping her repeatedly. I let the door creek open and my father whirls around   To face me.

"Get out Draco, get out!" He spits at me the stale stench of alcohol on his breath.

"Leave mother alone," I say cooly walking up to face him. He lunges at me and grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me toward the basement. The large bolt is drawn back and he flings me into the cement room. I sit myself up as he walks towards me. He kicks my stomach and hits me across the face. His metal-toed boot draws back a second time and kicks again and again at my chest. I try to crawl across the floor to get away from him but he put his boot on the small of my back and presses down hard. The pain builds in my chest and stomach and I hear a rib snap before the weight disappears. I turn my face up from the dirty floor just as his foot collides with my nose. He gives a final kick to my chest and walks out of the room. At the door, he turns back and says.

"Don't talk back to me" the door shuts and the lock is slid across it. I sit up against the wall and feel my aching chest. I search for my wand but realize I left it with my book. I lean my head back on the wall and sigh. My blood slides off my nose and down my neck. I gently lie down on the cool floor and close my eyes. Abuse is something I'm used to ever since my father had started punishing me when I was five. He had taken me out to buy a toy broomstick in Diagon alley but I had lost him in the crowd. When he found me he aparated us home and whipped me ten times across my back. I did whatever he told me after that but I always managed to screw up. I have so many scars I lose count. Maybe that's why I'm so cold.

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