🐍Draco's POV🐍
When I arrived at the common room I blasted one of the couches and continued hexing other objects.
"Reducto! Reducto!" I casted with rage at the objects.
"CLASH!" One of the table in the Slytherin Common Room was hit and the vase standing there fell and broke.
"Reducto! Reducto!" I continued casting the spell not caring if it hits something or someone.
"Draco, Stop!" Theo shouted looking at me.
"Stop?! Theo they're taking 4 years of our lives! I don't want that again! I don't want to be controlled!" I scowled at him and tears started to form in my eyes.
I rarely cry let anyone see me crying. I just don't want the life I had before. A life where I had no choice, no freedom, and I had nothing to save me from the dark.
"I'm going to loose my freedom again!" I screamed at my friends and a tear fell from my eye. I didn't care if they saw me in this weak point of myself.
"Mate...I," Blaise tried to talk to me in such a soothing voice.
"Save it Blaise. I just have to give the best of my answers to the test," I told him, wiped the tear that threatened to fall, and walked the way heading to the 7th years' boys dorm.
I'm lucky this time no one's here.
I can't believe I lost control again like that. I must've looked pathetic. What would they think of me now? I'm already weak and then I showed another vulnerability to them.
I sighed. What if I don't get along with this girl? What if she hates me? What if she was in the good side of the war? What would she think of my mark? I have so many questions in my head left unanswered. What will I do?
I cupped my face and transfigured the pillow into a bean bag chair and sat on it.
'Where should I start? Should I just continue to rant even if it won't do anything?'
Once again, I sighed before I stood up and went to my study table.
I took a parchment and my newest quill from an albino peacock at the manor. I dipped it evenly in the ink pot and some of the ink dripped down to the parchment.
I wrote to my father with tears filling my eyes and my face. Anger flurries and burns inside me. My soul, my heart, and my brain filled with remorse to him.
Father,
You should've told me about the law. I'm quite sure you knew it before it was announced anyway. Right about now, I'm thinking how selfish you are. I can't understand you. I thought you've changed and yet you proved me wrong. I want you to not talk to me. I don't want to see you. I've made my decision, I won't go home this Christmas. I know I've decided so early. But I simply just want some peace. Good day to you.
Your son,
Draco MalfoyI finished writing and some of my tears fell down to the parchment which I didn't bother drying with a charm.
Magic is my life. I will choose it. I don't know how to live without it. All my life it's what makes me who I am. I don't want to be forgotten or replaced. I am who I am and I have decided to keep my magic, whatever the cost will be.
My writing was still beautiful even if I was raging against my father. Something which made me smirk. I wiped my tears and pulled back my stoic facade.
I quickly got my new Eagle owl, "Shadow" and tied the letter to it's foot. "Bring this to my father," I told my owl and it flew away.
I went in the bathroom and took a long shower to wash my pain away and dressed to my pajamas and drifted off to sleep.
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Yeah, I know so much drama! All I want is for people to see that Draco isn't heartless as some other people think of. I want people to see a side of him where is tired of people telling him what to do and controlling his life. I know that he was sorry about what he did and he deserves a second chance. Everyone does!
Thank you so much for all the reads. Thank you for giving time to read to my story. I didn't even expect anyone would read this. I hope you enjoyed and Thank you! Ciao!
Note: I changed some dialogues and details about this chapter. I've been doing this a lot. So if it's different than before that's the reason why.
December 12, 2020: The day I fixed this chapter.
November 14,2020: The day I posted this chapter originally.
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The Law of Magic
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