Draco:
"You disgrace of a son. You have failed the Malfoy name you are nothing to this family you hear me, nothing!" Lucius shouted at his son while slamming the door shut. Draco was sitting cowering in the corner of his room with tears running down his face he dare not release in front of his father for he would slap and hit him for every tear that escaped his eyes. If only he could be a better son. If only he pleased the dark lord and killed Dumbledore, if only he wasn't such a coward he wouldn't be here crying like a child who was told he couldn't get a chocolate frog. If only. He thought as he dug his head into his legs and cried some more.
Harry:
"You're not a murderer Harry, it was war and people were going to die and they new that. It's their fault if they died you couldn't have stopped them even if you tried. The wizarding World was their home and they wanted to protect it from Voldemort. They choose to die so others could live." Hermione tried to explain to Harry but it just wasn't getting through to him.
"It will get better Harry trust me. You must go through the bad to get to the good, it's just how this cruel world works."
She said to her crying friend while wrapping an arm around his shaking form trying to provide comfort for the broken soul beside her.
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The toll of misery (Drarry)
Fanfictionit's eighth year and every one is happy everyone except two. Draco is dealing with the anger from his father and the loss of many he secretly loved. As well as getting his inheritance. Harry thinks himself as a murderer and believes he killed everyo...
