Dracos Intoxication

Part 1

¨I dont know if you meant to hurt me or not, I dont know if I meant to hurt myself either.¨

Everyone has their two storys, the ones that written on our skin, engraved into our faces for everyone to see, for everyone to lay their fingers across and examine. The other is more complicated. Its your souls story. You need to invite the person in to read your pages, you need to except them into your story and let them read the fine print of who you really are. I find it hard for people to read my fine print, because sometimes its to dark to get past the first page.

I remeber the tale of my family like a old tv tune, haunting but still so vivid. There once was a girl who had loved until she gave nothing more but her bloody heart on a platter, the other boy who was greedy took it and destroyed it, but the story you may ask goes way beyond this.

¨RIDDLE! RIDDLE!¨ A girl with beautiful wavy brown hair ran down into the feilds of Hogwarts as she giggled and twirled amongst the flowers. She had beautiful amber eyes that twinkled in the sun, and her dress moved in the wind like a cloud. She was the most beautiful girl, her outside pages neatly written and well thought out. She was a kind soul, and her heart was full. But the boy she loved seemed to be quite different. ¨RIDDLE!¨ she toppled over him as they fell onto the ground in the flower feild just near the black lake. He sat up and pushed her off of him, brushing off his uniform. ¨I told you to stop following me.¨ he had dark hair and a handsome face, his hair curled slightly at the bottom and he had a mysterouis prescense that didnt fool the girl, none the less intriuged her.

¨I told you to pretending I dont exist, but I guess we both have that in common.¨ she fixed her hair as it shined in the afternoon sun. ¨Emily, you have to understand that we wont ever be a thing. I think you misunderstand me.¨ she sighed and looked at the sun that was setting just over the hills. ¨You never learn Tom.¨ she replied sighing. ¨There is nothing to learn.¨ she didnt look at him, but just kept staring at the sun and how it made the sky turn a orange color. ¨You never learn how to love, your so bottled up that it makes you this monster.¨ he watched as her hair flowed down to her back as she tilted her head back to watch the sky change colors. ¨You dont want to be a monster, do you?¨ she looked at the boy who gave no response. ¨I dont believe there is any such thing as monsters.¨ he replied. 

She was never a fan of his cockiness or his order and prep ways but seemed to try to break through his hard exterior. People would call her stupid for trying to get the boy who was incapable of love to even let her into his walls, but yet she tried every day, and everyday after that. She had never stopped until one day, Tom was no fool to this anymore and used her own games against her.

¨Why do you do this all the time?¨ she asked with tears in her eyes. She was wearing a ball gown dress, her hair was twisted into a ellagant bun with a loose curled strand of hair falling in her face. Tom looked at her as she stood distressed. ¨You never let me in, Im trying Tom Im trying to help you!¨ ¨Dont you see I dont want your help? I dont need any!¨ he yelled at her as she bit her lip. Her eyes were glossy now, and she stared at the boy in helplessness. ¨You can push me away all you want Tom but nothing, nothing will keep me from loving you. I love you Tom, and theres nothing you can do to change that.¨ she stood boldy infront of the boy as she looked at him in the eyes. She was convinced he could feel something back, show even the littlest spark of intrest.

Instead he turned away from her and started to walk but she grabbed his hand before he left. He didnt stop for a split second before crashing his lips into the girls, pushing her against the stone wall as she grabbed his face in her hands, savoring every bit of the single emotion hes ever shown.

She would grasp for him as he undressed her, she thought he listened when she showed him her battlescars, she thought he cared when she let him read the pages of her her book, the one that is in all fine print. She thought that maybe it meant something more to him, that maybe he feeled the same way for her. She could still remeber the intoxicating way his lips traveled from her neck to her chest and back up to her lips. She rembered.

She thought she was something more, when to him she was just another girl, tangled up in the white sheets of his bed, pathetic for thinking that he could ever love her.

1 MONTH LATER:

¨Tom?¨ the girl ran through the halls of Hogwarts trying to reach the boy who had been avoiding her ever since that night. ¨TOM!¨ she yelled desperatly as she reached out to grab his arm. ¨What!¨ he yelled as she turned around. She stared at the boys face, did he not remeber the night that they shared? Had he not cared? ¨I need to talk to you,¨ he turned around as she grabbed his arm again. It was like talking to a wall, it was impossible, yet she tried. ¨I am busy.¨ he replied. ¨So thats how its going to be then? Your just going to pretend I dont exist and push me away because someone finally broke through?¨ her voice was horse and enraged. ¨I dont think you understand, you didnt break through. I needed a distraction and you were there.¨ ¨No dont you dare do that Tom, we both know its a lie!¨ she refused to believe that the boy she loved only used her, she refused to believe to postpone the heartbreak she was about to have. ¨Then please tell me why it isent, give me one good reason why I would ever love you.¨ she was silent. The boys words bit at her as she stared him in the face. She saw no signs of remorse, which made her even more upset. ¨Thats what I thought.¨ he turned around as she grabbed for his arm again as he slapped it away. She winced and grabbed her firm stomach with one hand absentmindly, like a relfex.

Toms eyes traveled down to the girls stomach. She stared at him with fear in her eyes as he examined her. ¨When were you going to tell me?¨ he said angrily, the murderous hunger burnt in his eyes. ¨I didnt think youd care, I was going to-¨ ¨NO YOU WERENT!¨ he yelled as she jumped, the tears pourning from her eyes and falling down her cheeks. ¨And your right, I dont care. I dont care about the child. Why should I? I dont love anyone or anything.¨ he went to turn around as she reached for his hand again grabbing ahold of it. ¨Tom, TOM PLEASE LOOK AT ME!¨ she sobbed as he turned around. ¨Dont call me Tom, its Lord Voldemort.¨ his cold words pentrated her skin as she was left crying alone in the empty corridor of the school she once loved, but now all she felt was a pit of lonliness, inevitable heartbreak.

1 YEAR LATER:

The girl had now since forgotten about the boy she once loved, she hadent tried to reach out to him. He had been long gone and became the monster he once said he didnt believe in. Emily sat as she cradled the baby in her arms, palaying with her delicate fingers.  ¨Nothing can hurt you here, not as long as your with me my darling.¨ the baby grabbed onto her fingers as she looked down at the thing she loved most in the world. Her beautiful daughter, Vita Scarling Riddle.

But thats not a end to the story, that was just the beginning.

One night near the girls first birthday, Emily held her daughters favorite toy in her hands and brushed its hair. ¨See V? See how mommy does it, now you try.¨ she handed her daughter the brush and instead of coming through the dolls hair she brushed through her mothers. Emily laughed and smiled at her daughter as she held the rag doll in her hands. ¨Happy first birthday my love.¨ she said as she smiled at her daughter. Then there was a explosion as part of the house fell in, leaving it wide open. Her mother before she had time to react had been hit with a jet of green light. Her face had fallen from the smile that once was painted across her face, the young genuine smile she wore so well. Her eyes became lifeless as she fell to the ground, limp like the ragdoll that was in her hands, and now lyed next to her cold pale hand on the floor. Before Vita could have time to react she grabbed the doll as she gripped it to her so tight. She looked up to see a pale, snakelike man whos wand was still pointing at where her mother used to be. She had finally met her father, Lord Voldemort. ¨Take her.¨ he hissed as someone grabbed her from under the arms and pulled her away, ignoring her screams and crys trying to reach out to her mother, the one who promised saftey and comfort but most of all a better life.

So there I sat day after day in a basements, cold, damp and dark, neglected and abused by my own father, that is until he met his match Harry Potter.