His Hell (Draco MalfoyxReader)

Chapter 4-GET OUT MY HEAD

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I knows Ise beeens the inactivesss for the longest but I'm back. Here's an extra long chapter as an apology,
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Y/N: Your name
Y/H/C: Your hair color
Y/E/C: Your eye color
Y/F/C:Your favorite color
Y/N/N: Your nickname
Y/F/F: Your favorite food
Y/BF/N: Your best friends name
Y/S/C:Your skin color
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Y/N P.O.V.......
After the incident my brothers have been kissing up to me and it's starting to get quite annoying. I mean I know they feel badly for nearly allowing me to get raped but stiiillll.......I NEED MY SPACE. I can't go anywhere alone anymore and I can't even send owls out, nor can owls come to me without being filtered by both my parents and control wards at the ministry of Magic. It's annoying and embarrassing. Apparently the guy who attacked me was spelled by an Imperious curse, that and the fact that it was post full moon. The boy was still made to stand trial and stripped of all magical access he once had. It wasn't even his fault so I don't blame him. The controversy that happened with me was extremely frustrating, invigorating almost. One lady that apparently works for the ministry of magic is apparently using my case as a beckon to all of the magic world to prove that half breeds and creatures that abide in the magical realm aside from witches and wizards are dangerous and should be put down. Honestly I think this is kind of crude. Disgusting even. That arse was under the control of another arse wizard and was still facing scrutiny. He doesn't even remember what happened yet their using this as a type of typhoon against both his race and my family. Well anyway a few days later we dropped by Olivanders shop to get my wand and that process was excruciating enough without all the added drama of having 6 body guards surround me and 12 others shadow me. Apparently the ministry thinks this was a targeted attack on my family. Some people started screaming bloody murder, that Voldemort it back. Then again there is the weird albino snake I found under my bed. It's decided and I'm taking him to Hogwarts with me. He says something about him being of
"sssssssome usssssse in the future"
I guess I'm totally fine with him following me but there are other things to worry about. I remember walking across my estate when I felt a sharp pain rip through my body and as if it's a magical scar. I read a few notes that older witches and wizards observed after powerful duels or spell. As I reached down to my ankle where most of the pain was coming from I stumbled in horror to see that there was a deepening snake shaped bruise and I began bleeding, I quickly muttered a spell I created to heal my quickest injuries
"Emaculo,"
I was weakening by the second and slipped into the darkness, as my eyes closed I watched a blue light blast back a dark figure that hovered above me. When I woke up my dad was speaking to the ministry and they were trying to calm him down and my mom was frantic. There was a snake shaped scar on my leg. My parents were acting like the "he-who-must-not-be-named" of their generation was back.
(I found a very funny concept in a HP fanfic that I'd like to use, please don't judge me, as I claim no credibility to creating this work of art of a name.) Now I'm a normally kind person buuuuuuut, when it comes to the to topic of Voldesh*t there really isn't much to say besides the fact that I HATE his sorry, pure blood prejudice a** and I hope that in f*cking h*ll they give him the worst f*cking bloody punishment there f*cking bloody is. My family is known for one more thing besides undeterred relation to Salazar Slytherin, fighting the first Wizarding war, and our riches. We are also known by an incident that happened around the time the wizarding war was coming to an end. My parents at this time had been acknowledged as powerful wizards, STRONGER than the potters, STRONGER than the Longbottoms, and slightly less wise and strong as Albus Dumbledore himself WITH his wand. My parents had but so many death eaters away so fast, it was ridiculous, and so as the story goes whilst my mother was pregnant of me she was captured. Belatrix Lestrange herself administered several crutatious curses. My mother was weak as my father desperately raced to find her. Vilesh*t himself granted my mother a private audience with him. He asked her to become a death eater and rule the entire world with him. He asked her to leave my father and said he would adopt me. With the last of my mother's strength she muttered a weakening curse of her own. As she declined him and F*ckermort said the Avada Kedevera curse the curse hit her but also hit him. My father's love for my mother radiated so deep within the hour he found her and the sh*tlord in the nick of time. The sh*t lord was weak and alone with my mother barely breathing. My father could have finished f*ckermort but he chose to save me and her instead. Throughout the years weird versions of the story have appeared but all in all that is the truth. As I get in the car and head to Kingstation, platform 9 and 3/4i sigh and think about the long school day ahead of me. I'm tired and feel a bit drowsy as me and 'my' snake I guess head to the train. I guess we're pretty late, because all the train carts are full except the last one with a ginger haired boy and curly brunette and to my surprise......................