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I'm not sure how it happened. How we came to this point. All I can think at this point, as I stand on this podium with all eyes turned to me and awaiting

my verdict, is that I can no longer pretend I feel no guilt.

But prehaps it would be best to start my story from the begining...

***FIVE YEARS AGO***

I watched as my fathers master fell. Fell at the hands of a boy just a month younger then myself. I hated that you had the courage to die while I was too

scared to stand on my own. I watched as your friends laughed and hugged you, gloating over the fact that my side had lost.

But I missed the look in your eyes as you watched me. Watched as my mother lead my father off the grounds, her arm around my shoulders, whispering

that everything would be alright.

***

Walking into the Manor, I couldnt help but shudder. The Dark Lord had lived here for over a year. I could still feel him, almost hear his laughter as he

ordered the deaths of muggles and magic folk alike. I cant seem to snap out of the shock the Dark Lords death caused. It was true I never wanted to follow

him, but I did believe in most things he stood for.

I turn to see mother speaking to me but I cant make myself listen. I simply blink at her and walk away. Standing in front of my door I look across the hall.

Its HIS room. Not that he ever slept. Maybe he did. Im not sure what went on behind those doors, thank goodness for that. Pansy wasn't so lucky. I could feel

my face heating up as I remembered the look on her face the next day. My friend was hurting, I could see it plainly, but I was too scared to do anything

before. Now, though, I was going to change that. Tomorrow. For now I just needed time to figure out what I was going to do. I would have to repeat my 7th

year if I wanted to do anything with my life. Would I be welcome back at Howarts, would it even open again?

"Draco, darling?"

I don't look up as my mother touches my arm.

"Please, darling, dont lose yourself in the past." Mother whispered, pulling me into her embrass. "Maybe it would be best if you were to visit your cousins in

France. I have already taken steps for your Great Uncle Alphard to house you."

"Uncle Alphard?"

"Yes darling, he was disowned for helping cousin Sirius run away. He was never a light wizard but he was sympothetic to their cause." Mothers eyes are

glassy as she takes a deep breath. "He was a true Black, he bowed to no one. I want you to learn from him, darling. Learn the ways of Black. Forget about the

name Malfoy, there is no saving it."

"I am proud to be a Malfoy. We are storng, we are loyal to family first and ther in lies our power."

"Draling, please understand. The name Malfoy is dead, you can do nothing to change that. Your father has seen to it that you will get no where in this new

world if you keep his name. You say Malfoy means to put family first but your father..." Mother gives me a look so full of pain I struggle not to look away.

"Think about it. If you show promise of adapting to their ways, maybe you can live your life free of your fathers shadow. Take my name, Draco. Let the Black

line live on with you. Rise above and conquer."

"And you think just changing my name will allow me that?" I sigh, not sure what to make of the offer. "Malfoy is who I am, it's all I know."

"Think on it tonight. Be warned, darling, I will be awaiting your answer in the morning."

Mother touched my cheek one last time before turning the nob on my door and gently pushing me into the room. I couldn't move as the door closed me in.

Pansy had laid on my bed for three days after The Drak Lord had finished with her. I had not been on it since she was sent back to Hogwarts.

I glance at the only chair in front of the cold fireplace. Professor Snape had sat in that chair while brewing potions for Pansy.

With no where left to sleep I simply sit on the floor, my back against the door. I do not sleep. Not really. My night is filled with memories of the past year. The

Dark Lord had ignored me, for the most part. Being gay was almost as bad as being muggle for the Inner Circle. Father took me aside the summer after the

Dark Lord rose again to explain the need for descretion. "Passions are to shared between yourself and a lover." He had said, taking me by the shoulders. "You

must swear that you will keep this to yourself and only a select few. Swear it, Draco. Swear you will not flont yourself before those who see such desires as

weakness." At the time I did not understand why I should hide, father had always told me I should be proud of myself. Then it happened. The summer

before 6th year the Dark Lord had found out about my crush on Blaise Zabini. It never mattered that Blaise was as straight as could be. It was my test,

before I could take the Mark. Torture Blaise to prove my faith in the Cause, in the Dark Lord. It was only thanks to Professor Snape that I passed, though it

did result the end of my friendship with Blaise. Professor Snape placed me under the Imperius Curse because I was crap at causing pain to those I hated,

much less someone I had romantic designs on. It was just another of my short comings in a long line.

***

Morning comes far too soon for my liking. Mother sat at the table, father no where to be seen. The hair on the back of my neck stands up, I know that my

answer holds no weight, I will be leaving today.

"Do you not have anything you wish to take?" Mother says to me.

"What could I possibly take that wouldn't hold us in bad light?"

Mother smiles a little at me and holds out a small coin purse. "I've take most of the vaults and placed them under your new name."

"Does that mean that father has disowned me?"

"He had no choice, darling." Mother finally lets a tear slip down her face. "Your father was taken late last night. It was with great destress that he disowned

you."

"Are you coming with me?"

"No darling, I will be staying here. This is my place and I must face my mistakes."

"They're coming for you as well. You are sending me away to keep me from going to Azkaban."

Mother stood from her seat at the table, touching my cheek as she did so many time growing up, only this time I could feel the tug of the portkey I wore

around my neck.

"Be safe, my Dragon."
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