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Time always seemed to passing by either very painfully or very lonely; Lonely every time father "had an issue to take care" and mother always went to seek comfort to my aunt Bellatrix, ignoring me even if I was sitting right next to her; And painfully whenever mother was making pathetic efforts to make this family look like happy and normal, even if no outsider was looking at us. My family was beyond repair, years now.1

Today though, something was very different and very wrong. When you are 13 years old, these two seem so alike that can't tell the difference. 2

But the signs were there, all over me. Ever a blind man would have notice them. First of all, everyone was looking at me, with happy faces. And second, the dinner wasn't cold. These are obvious signs to a child like me, that everyone ignored most of the time and always ate cold meals. But I couldn't do anything, I could only wait the punishment I knew it was coming, for an unknown to me crime. 3

I wondered for a moment what I had done wrong this time, trying unsuccessfully to remember everything that happend these couple of days. I cast five new to me spells excellently, I cast one I made up, not very succesfully, though I did it extremelly well.I pulled a survant's braids really hard for ruinning me a potion I had spend hours to make it perfect and I cast a spell with the help of another potion, to make the roses of our garden die and turned into ashes in a matter of seconds.4

Nothing special or out of the ordinary.5

But still, I must have done something terrible, according to my father. I was starting to feel like I was sentenced to die a horrible death for unspeakable crimes. 6

"The teachers told us about your great progress you are making at Potion Textbooks and Spells and Casts." my father told me, looking at me with satisfaction. 7

The shock from his words was too big for me to overcome and I gave no answer. This is the first time my father gives me any compliments for my abilities, even though I could perfome succesfully a spell and make a potion from the age of 3.8

"If this is about the roses I can definitelly undo the spell!" I almost yelled, feeling the panic and the uncontrollable fear, growing even more inside me, ready to consume me. I should at least try to correct my mistakes. 9

"Why would you want to undo a spell that perfect as Carpus Duom?" he asked raising an eye brow and looking at my mother. "I think you cast it excellent."10

"He did, didn't he?" said proudly my mother and for the first time I saw my parents holding hands and smiling happilly.11

"Are you having another son?" I asked feeling at last relief, guessing the reason of all these. Only a new, perfect son would make my father so happy, since I had always been such a dissapointment to him.12

"No, they are not." Aunt Bellatrix said with a strange voice. She winked at me and smile with her familiar way. 13

Aunt was always giving me books with spells that I really enjoy reading. Rare books with powerful but easy for me spells and potions. If I could feel anything else except hate for Harry Potter that would be sympathy, only for her though. My mother was a pathetic and weak woman and I felt only fear towards my father and undimmed thirst to make him proud. I never made him proud, until this day. 14

Harry Potter! What a dispeakable name. The first time I heard it I was three, and my parents were fighting over him. Father wanted to do something against this Harry Potter but didn't, because mother was too afraid. He had told her that this would be a life time opportunity but she started crying, saying that since Lord Voldemort was dead, putting our family in danger was not necessery. Father never forgave her for discourage him. And later on, when he failed to track him down in time, they would always scream to each other over this. Things got even worse after a prophecy given to my father saying that his son, would become a great wizard but not as great as the one that survived.15

"You got your invitation to attend Howgarts. The school for witches and wizards..and maggles." she said with disapproval in her voice. "I would be better teacher for you though. But apparentelly no one agrees. So you are starting next month."16

"I agree." I said looking both my parents. I was feeling they might listen to my request, since I made them so proud and happy today. I really though that aunt would be a better for me, that this famous but unknown to me school. Though I did felt proud for my invitation, I am a pure blooded wizard, the son of a powerful wizard, so I always knew that I would definitelly get an invitation sooner or later.17

"You don't get to vote." said my father harshly, and let go my mother's hand, making my mother tear. She hide her tears rather quickly. As quickly as she could hide her constant mistreat by my father. "Your goal now, is to become a better wizard that Potter. Or do not come to this house again. I will not have my son being inferior from a mizerable creature that should have died years ago." said hitting his hands on the table; giving the permission needed to make ourselves invisible. 18

I was in my rooms in two seconds. I could cast the Invis Fortus only by thinking it, drawing it inside my mind. I could perfome it better than anyone in my family, including my father. I could appear and disappear in less than seconds, everywhere I wanted.19

I looked around, said "Scotadium" and went straight to the bathtub. I always felt dirty whenever I knew father was upset with mother. Once, I sat for hours inside the hot tab, trying to remove the stinch from my parents. I had felt so disgusted that I had fall ill for over than a week. Forcing my father to keep it private next time. Making my mother more unhappy and pathetic in my eyes.20

As I was daydreaming about the today events, belis, the warning spell I cast to prevent anyone to get into my room without my knowledge, rang warning me of possible unwanted arrivals. I knew it had to be Lilium since I had literately no friends. And my parents had never come to my room. 21

I watched as the little bubbles reaching surface only to be bursted with a different sound each time. I never used my wand for this kind of simple spells, I didn't even had to form the whole spell inside my mind. "Togu" I said soflty and instantly I was dry wearing clean clothes.22

"I always envy you for the easyness you have in making potions and casting spells with using nothing but your mind Draco." Lilium said with her beautiful voice of her.23

I looked at Lilium, feeling proud for my creation. She was transparent, with two big blue eyes and two bleeding wings. She would always follow my orders, whatever they might be. 24

"Tell me everything" I ordered " Leave nothing untold."25

"He won't be Slytherin..." was the only thing she manage to say before my father turned her into a frog.26

"Stop playing around and prepare yourself. You are leaving for Howgarts tonight. Harry is already there." he said looking rather dissapointed by me. "You are not a child anymore. And you have an importand role to play. Goals to achieve. Do not let me down." continue saying, making me feel like shit. Again.27

My preparation only lasted 5 minutes. I knew what I wanted to take me with me. Only my books aunt Bellatrix had gave me had some value for me, though I already knew them by heart. 28

"Another book for your collection." I heard the familiar voice of my mother say. She was holding one of the rarest books ever written. The Book of Magique Charmes.29

"That is a fine gift." I told her while flicking through it. I never thanked her or looked at her, not even when I was ready to leave. I didn't had to. This was probably the nicest thing I had ever told her in 12 years.30

"Invis Fortus." I thought ten minutes later and draw Howgarts inside my mind, praying I would make my father proud again. 31

I never heard my mother calling me her Dark Prince. 32