I sat with my legs stretched out in front of me, lazing in front of the dancing flames of the common room fire.
I can't believe he had dared to write to me. I told him not to. I cut all ties with him on purpose. I mean.. I could visit him. Hear his side of the story.
My fingers reached into my pocket and curled around the small piece of parchment. I pulled it out of my pocket and scrambled to unfold it. My eyes scanned over the familiar handwriting;
Dear Draco,
I know you do not wish for me to write to you, but I feel I must.
There has been recent news from the ministry regarding Askaban. The prison is to be shut down, and we are to be relocated to the Scottish highlands. We have been granted family visits once a week, I know that you do not wish to see me, but I would very much love to talk to you.
I will write to your mother too and inform her. I hope you are well.
Yours sincerely,
Lucius x
I scowled down at the parchment. He was right. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to look into the eyes that I had once stared adoringly into as a child.
My father loved me. Or at least he had done. Yes I was spoiled, but that was his way of showing his care towards me. I knew that now.
He would do anything to keep me happy, it hurt to remember the hours we spent in the grounds of the manor when I was a child.
Even as I grew older, he still tried to spend as much time with me as he could. I hadn't understood then that he was working for Voldemort, I thought he was ignoring me. Oh how wrong I was.
I placed the paper back into my pocket and settled back down into the armchair. Trying to settle the ongoing battle in my head.
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FanfictionBroken pieces are inevitable. We all break, some more significantly than others. Draco Malfoy wasn't just broken, he was shattered, fragmented, fractured. His soul was beat down and broken. Returning to Hogwarts was the only form of escape he had. ...
