Draco's troubled childhood

Mudblood

Draco can't remember the first time he was taught to hate mudbloods. For as long as he can remember, he was told to avoid them at all costs. "Watch out for those filthy mudbloods when you go to hogwarts." Lucius tells his son, at age 6. When Draco asks why, instead of an answer he gets belted and his father repeats himself.

"Any pure bloods that interact with mudbloods are just as bad as them." Lucius tells his son, at age 9. "Especially the weasleys." Draco still doesn't quite understand why, but he learned not to ask.

At the age of 10, he sees Arthur weasley. Before his father could say anything Draco mutters, "look at that disgrace of a pure blood, interacting with filthy mudbloods." His father looks down at him with a smile on his face. Draco smiles back, finally feeling proud of himself and loved by his father.

At the age of 11, Draco is sent to hogwarts. Draco and his father look around in disgust at all of the non pure bloods anxiously awaiting on platform 9 3/4. "The wizarding world is going down everyday. Look at all of these disgusting mudbloods!" Lucius exclaimed.

Draco still felt a little guilty, but instead agreed, "I know, they are turning wizards into a disgrace."

Lucius smiled and hugged his son tightly. "Be careful around them, they are revolting creatures."

"I know dad, love you." Draco said

"Yes...yes. You should get going before the train leaves." His father said looking around.

Draco just sighed and hung his head and turned to hug his mother. "Love you, mom."

"Love you too, son. I can't wait to see you for Christmas break." Narcissa told him.

Draco smiled at his mother and turned toward the train. Taking a breath, he climbed aboard the train and looked for other pure bloods to hang around with. He couldn't wait to make his father proud.