I’m Alive

When I awoke again, it was the middle of the night and I was alone. Digesting all of my new memories, it would appear that I'm the new heir to the Malfoy name. Of course I had to be born to the family that is the face of the pureblood movement. Their disgusting views led to the death of thousands and now I'm going to be stuck right in the middle of it. I will never get myself branded like cattle just for some hypocritical sociopath to torture me on a whim. It took me a minute to realize that I was panicking. I took deep, shaky breaths and forcibly calmed myself down.

Once I was calm enough, I realized that this was a new start for me. No more child support, no more drug addiction, and I could make something more of myself, if I survive long enough, and just like that the panic swarmed me again. I curled up into my bed and started crying, no doubt my new four year old body having an effect on my emotions. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought of plans to secure my future.

St Mungo's, Children's Ward 7:00 a.m

As I awoke once more, I was greeted by a kind nurse who informed me my parents had been informed of me being awake and would be here shortly. That brought some terrifying feelings to the surface. Apparently, Lucius was as nasty in his household as he was in public. He has taken a liberal use of the Cruciatus Curse with mother before, and has threatened my brother and I with the same. My brother. A warm feeling flowed though my heart at the thought of him and my mother. Mother always tried to raise us with kindness but Father has recently taken over from her and has started indoctrination of his pureblood agenda.

Last week he told us a story of how muggles would steal our magic and give it to their children and that was how muggleborns were made. Of course now I realize that was just to get us to fear and hate them. But when I'd originally heard it, I believed every word. A shiver went down my spine as I realize how terrible Draco will be unless I can help him. He may have seen the error of his ways in the end but before that he was a right terror.

As I contemplate keeping my brother from the dark side, in walks Lucius Malfoy with a pompous attitude and sneer that looked like he'd smelled something particularly foul. Behind him Mother could be seen. You couldn't see it if you didn't know what you were looking for, but the way her hand barely tremors, it would seem she had another Crucio Curse fired at her last night and it must have been for a while. According to memories, she has gotten used to hiding the effects of it, for her to be showing any signs is enough to make my blood boil.

"It would seem that our little Ares has had himself quite the adventure." He said with a sarcastic tone.

"Why did you and your brother decide to disobey my orders to study while I was away?" Lucius asked in a low voice.

I knew I couldn't do anything but accept punishment for this. "I'm sorry Father, I Just wanted to play with Drake." I murmured out.

"Speak up boy! Malfoys don't mumble." He said in a loathing voice. "And don't call Draco that insipid nickname. He has a proper pureblood name and you will use it"

"Yes Father." I said in an even tone.

"Come let us return to the Manor. We will discuss your punishment there." He said has he motioned us out the Floo.

When we returned home, Lucius called for Dobby and had him take their coats. It was decided that my already limited free time would now be occupied with lessons in French. He said that the only reason I had not gotten the same as mother was because he's worried it will affect my magic core. He wanted me to learn French as all Malfoy heirs needed to know how to speak it, to pay homage to our elders.

That's how my days passed in Malfoy Manor. I studied and excelled with my tutors. I tried to keep my brother from getting caught up in Fathers rhetoric but it doesn't seem to be working. He's like a mini-clone of Father and despises me because I keep trying to get him to look at different perspectives. I think he believes that if he acts just like Father then he will be made the heir. It saddens me that my brother is growing to be so cruel but I've hardened my heart a long time ago.

I've taken up copying spell books that father leaves in the Malfoy library. It amuses me that wizards don't see the potential in joke spells such as Rictumsempra, which could be used to take an opponent off guard and leave him defenseless. Of course not all the spells I've copied are of such a light nature, such as Confundo and Bombarda. I've of the opinion that magic is magic and there is no such thing as light and dark. The only spells that I would refuse to use are the Unforgivables I don't want to spend a lifetime in Azkaban. The reason I've copied these is that I intend to learn them at Hogwarts. I thought that maybe I could get my wand early with Lucius's political pull but it would appear even he couldn't get me a wand before I turned eleven tomorrow.

On a brighter note, I've found an Occlumency book in Fathers hidden library. Of course he doesn't know how clever I can be, or how helpful house elves can be when you treat them with decency. Dobby informed me when asked that the more powerful spells can be found hidden in his office in a hidden drawer with a concealment charm over it. Thankfully Dobby swiped it for me, and I've been able to set up rudimentary Occlumency shields. They won't keep out someone determined to get through but any light sweeps I'll detect and they won't be able to get in.

Mother has distanced herself from us. She tried at first to be there for us but quickly discovered that Draco will tell Father anything to get in his good graces. I still try and make time to meet her when I'm not busy with Fathers insane workload. I love our tea times that we have and hearing her tell stories of the Black family before it fell apart. It surprised me that Mother was rather friendly with Cousin Sirius when their parents weren't around. She said she found his penchant for pranks amusing.

Father has been a nightmare. He finally got confirmation from our healer that my core was stable on my ninth birthday. These last 2 years I've been subjected to the Cruciatus Curse no less then 4 times. Each time my hatred grows for him and I lose some of my compassion. It is quite possibly the worst feeling I'd ever felt. Like magma flowing in your veins it makes it to where you can't even think until it's over. I stop my hand as even the though of that torture makes my hands shake. Needless to say, I've deemed my Father a lost cause and if I have to end him when it comes time for the war, then so be it.

As I lay asleep I can't help but feel excited to see Diagon Alley and maybe meet some of the characters from the story.

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