Regrets

Memories (Chapter 7)

Swearing in this chapter! Also, I do not recommend that some people who a triggered easily do not read. I hated writing this. I absolutely hated it.

The family looked around the seemingly abandoned manor before spotting a young baby, about 15 months old. The baby was happily sleeping when a deafening sound was heard, echoing around the Manor. It woke, wide eyed and breathing heavily before looking around curiously. Not crying like a normal child would. Finally, they were able to see the glistening eyes, the colour of sterling silver and sunset red.
"Is that...?" Nacissa started.

"Yes." Hadrian answered, already knowing the question she was going the ask. 'It should be obvious. It's my memories!' Hadrian thought before turning back to see a new figure standing in front of the swaying curtains. His blue eyes twinkled as he made his way over to the now terrified child. He stroked his beard before taking the already shaking child to, none other than, the Dursleys.

When Dumblefuck arrived at the Dursleys, he spoke to an old fat cow who was called Vernon (What I think of these people :D) and told him something that explained why Hadrian was treated the way he was.
"Hello. Muggle." Fumble (I wrote Dumbledore and this is what it corrected it to. I'm keeping it. I'll fite u bruv) said with a disgusted look covering his old, battered face. "I trust you understand why I am here?" Vernon nodded. "Well, abuse this boy but DON'T kill him this time. We don't want that again. As much as I love making their lives miserable, well that's it. I love making their lives miserable" Dumbledick spoke, a sickening gleam in his dull eyes.
"Yes yes now get away Freak." Boomed Vernon, although regretting it as a red light flashed before their eyes. Vernon screamed in agony as the cruciatus curse landed upon him, making him cry out in pain. A few moments later the curse was lifted, making Vernon looking at Dumbfuck with fear clearly visible in his eyes. Dumbledore looked at him once before disapperating back to Hogwarts.

"Well that explains a lot..." Bella said nervously, looking at her son before her blood boild with rage. "The ugly Bastard!" She screeched. Hadrian visibly flinched at the yelling, making Draco grip him harder, comforting him in anyway he can. Soon, the next memory played, making Hadrian tear up again, crying into Draco's shoulder. Everyone looked at the scene before them.

"Hadrian...why are we in the Garden? At night? Hadrian please tell me that's not..." Tom spoke, gesturing to the tiny boy, laying in the mud, wearing an overly big shirt that had multiple rips and holes.
"I don't want to be here..." whispered 16 year-old Hadrian into Draco's ear, only making him hug him tighter. The family looked at the scene once again, only to be met by a horrific image in front of them. The tears threatened to fall from everyone's eyes; even Tom's. They watched at a abnormally fat boy with other children surrounded the fragile boy in the garden. Before anyone knew it, they saw Dudley hitting 'Harry' repeatedly while the other companions laughed maniacally.  'This isn't good. Hadrian shouldn't be here! This is cruel.' Draco thought angrily before the tears, once again, fell from his eyes.

Later that evening because I'm a shitty writer and is lazy and I don't wanna do these scenes.

Draco POV

To say the memories we saw were horrific would be an understatement. Each memory we saw was torture to Hadrian. I hated it. Watching him be helpless, I mean. He just stood there, his gaze never the scene in front of him. Several times I caught him looking at me with helplessness evident in his eyes. I couldn't to anything except hug him tightly, waiting for it all to go away. It was hell! I didn't even go through it but I still felt his pain! However, something had caught me of guard.  

The memory.  (Third Person)

Everyone now had tears in their eyes; no matter who they were. Hadrian had just arrived for his 5th year at Hogwarts, a new set of bruises laid upon his skinny body. The hateful words echoed in his mind, eating away at him slowly. Painfully. Each word that left their mouth was like knives stabbing him repeatedly yet no physical wounds could be seen. 'Pathetic.' 'Weak.' 'Attention seeker.' To some these seem like nothing, but to Hadrian they ate at him. Many more were said however they were drowned in this physical hurt Hadrian felt. That was all his mind thought about as he sat on the cold floor I'm the abandoned bathroom of Moaning Murtle. He sat there, staring of into space. Draco looked at Hadrian  of the past before looking at the one in his arms. He felt himself tremble slightly. 'This can't be...I remember this. This isn't good; for Hadrian.' Draco thought.

15 year old Hadrian sat in the bathroom, knife in his hand. It was late at night, no one was up, much to his relief. He looked at the blade silently, spinning it inbetween his fingers, looking at his reflection. His arm was bare, for the moment. Once again, the words came crashing down in young Hadrians mind, causing his breath to quicken. Grasping the knife, he sliced once on his wrist, watching the blood fall. He did it again and again, wanting to see more of the red. The older Hadrian cowered under his parents gaze, he could feel them staring. He turned to look at Draco, who was watching the scene with tears in his eyes. 'Dammit. I made them cry. No what? They'll think I'm a freak to.' The 16 year old brunette thought, looking down at the floor. Ashamed. The family watched as the younger boy do it again and again until his head snapped up, looking towards the door with tear-filled eyes.  Walking was heard in the bathroom, making Hadrian cover his mouth in an attempt to be quiet. He watched as the shadow came closer and closer until he saw whose it was.
"Potter?"

Bloody hell I hated writing this. Sorry about the wait, I was scared about what my friend would think of it. She's reading it now apparently and this was REALLYY awkward to write. ANYWAYS happier things, SCHOOL IS OVER. For now. It's currently Christmas break where I live and I'm sick. Aka, I can't concentrate ;-; Ah well, I was bored so why not write a chapter. Well,

Bye!