Going Under: The Journal of Draco Malfoy

Going Under: The Journal of Draco Malfoy

Chapter 15: A FATHER'S LOVE

April 8^th 8:19 pm

 The letter slipped through my fingertips and floated gently to the floor. Here was my chance and

I wanted to rush right in swords blazing. It seemed to take all my control to dress and prepare myself to go home. I knew that my father would take it as an insult if I did not arrive well dressed and on time. One insult could cause your death so I made myself take the time to get ready. As the hour drew near, I picked up the black signet ring that had arrived along with the letter. I slid it onto my finger and felt the familiar pull.

I hit the floor and looked up to find that I was inside my father's bedroom. The clock struck 9:19 and I waited.

"Ah, Draco how good it is to see you again." My father's voice slithered across the room making my blood run cold.

"Where's Harry?" My voice edged and I had to force myself to remain in control.

"Patience, my dear boy. You will get to see him in a matter of time. First we must discuss the proposition I have for you, my dear son. Business before pleasure, Draco. Have you forgotten everything I have taught you?"

"What do you offer, father?"

"I am offering you a deal, Draco. Your life in return for Harry's."

"What about the Dark Lord? Won't he be upset if you refuse to deliver Harry to him?"

"Voldemort can burn for all I care! He sought to take the one the thing I ever wanted away from me!"

"He wanted me," I said as the words made a bitter taste form in my mouth.

"Yes, he wanted you. It seems everyone wants you, but I am the only one who can have you! You are mine, Draco! I created you. I gave you life. I showed you what it meant to be strong, to be powerful!"

"You thought you were making me strong! Hitting me, forcing yourself on me that was making me strong?" My body began to shake with rage at the all horror he had inflicted upon me all those years.

"Look at yourself, Draco," he said as he dragged me towards the mirror in his bedroom. "You are strong. You are perfect," he said as he ran his hands down my body. "I created this. I made you into perfection. Can't you see it? Don't you know why I did it? I did it because I love you, Draco."

"What you did to me was not love, father," I said as I pulled away from him. "Harry loves me, you don't know how to love."

"Harry will destroy you!" He screamed. "He will make you weak! Don't you see? I am the only one that can love you, make you what you are destined to be! Harry wants you, but for how long Draco? What happens when he sees what you truly are? What happens when the great boy who lived realizes he has contaminated himself with the likes of you? You are what I made you! To him you will be dirty, tarnished, and broken! What happens when Harry learns the truth? He will leave you like the trash he thinks you are! I am the only one that will love you, that will see any beauty in you. I am the only one that will ever truly want you. You belong to me!"

"I belong to Harry."

With that statement he launched himself across the room and knocked me to the floor. My father wrapped his hands around my throat and I felt the air in my lungs flow out like the last rush of wind on a cool autumn day. Crushed beneath my father's hands my throat seemed to snap like twigs under a boot. I did attempt to struggle; knowing that there would b no one left to save you if I gave in to the blackness that was drifting into my consciousness. When my last breath called me to my death, I swear I saw a flash of green light before my eyes. It was the last thing I saw before I faded away into the nothingness that had come to claim me.