Truth

My mornings were the same as ever. I’d wake up to my mother gently placing a hand on my shoulder, Trying to wake me up, which didn’t make much sense. I was almost always on edge. I don’t know if it’s because of my dreams of my father or because I was always terrified he’d be the one hexing me awake.

After I awoke and had gotten cleaned up, and into some clothes for the day to come, I'd walk into my dad reading the daily prophet trying to see any news about Harry Potter. Or about the raids to see when we needed to drop everything and hide his things. 

The last raid that they held in the Manor wasn’t so great. They didn’t find anything, we hid everything, but they destroyed everything. Including my room. It took me ages to tidy it up again and get myself a new bed frame sense they practically destroyed mine.

Today was different from any other day. My father actually talked to me. Not my mother, me. It would be a lie if I didn’t say it honestly scared me. To the point I flinched when he looked up at me. “Eat up, Draco. You are coming with me to Diagon Alley to buy some things.” 

I always went with him to Diagon Alley, but I felt like this was gonna be different. He didn’t bother to ask me at the last moment for me to get ready. No, he asked me at breakfast. He even told me to eat, no less. “Yes, father.” Was all I responded with, looking down at the pancakes that my swore she’d never make again after my father shoved some down my throat far enough to make me choke.
I did not eat though, I figured it’d be better if I didn’t. I would be outside and it’s very hot now, so I didn’t wanna get sick. And I wasn’t really hungry.

After breakfast, we went to Diagon Alley. It was weird as well, everyone was talking about Hogwarts sending first year invite letters soon. I didn’t look at anyone and kept my head down. My father always told me that if anyone saw me and started up a conversation about how handsome or cute I was, it’d be the end for me. So I obeyed his orders.

I don’t know why he even bothered to bring me, because he looked at me and spoke. “Wait over there in that alley, Draco. Don’t want anyone seeing I have a kid here..” He groaned at the last part. I was only ten, so I obeyed. I didn’t want him to hurt me, so I stayed in that alley.

I waited for what seemed like hours. Nobody came to get me. When I say nobody, I mean nobody. And I don’t know if anyone ever mentioned creepy wizards, but I didn’t know they hung out in this alley. Drunk creepy wizards I might add. And they were coming near me.
They were wobbling everywhere. “Oh look, hey little guy, why are you here alone?” One asked, and I heard them talk amongst themselves. “Isn’t that Lucious’ kid?” and “Why is he alone?” 

They finally turned to me, confused. Then back to drunks. “Why don’t you come with us, little one?” I wanted to refuse, but they grabbed me. And I wanted to scream my lungs off. I wanted to cry. I wanted my mother.

“Leave the kid alone!” I heard someone yell. I looked over, and my eyes widened. Making tears fall down my cheeks. I didn’t expect to see someone holding a wand at them. And who was that someone you ask? Severus Snape. My godfather.

Snape looked down at me, humming. “Where’s your father and mother? Why are you out alone?” I didn’t know how to respond. “What time is it..?” I asked, looking up at him. I was confused, very confused. 

Father and me were at Diagon Alley at about eleven a.m. “It's about three p.m. Why?” I wanted to cry more than I already was.
“I wanna go home…Please.” I whined. 

“I want my mom. I want Dobby.” I sniffled.
Snape sighed. “Come on, I’ll drop you off after I get some potions.” I agreed, and went shopping with him instead.
I couldn’t believe my father left me there. Was he home? Where was he? Why would he do that? When did he leave? Did he just forget me?

It didn’t take long for us to get to the Manor, and Dobby had answered the door. “Master Draco! Where have you been! Mrs. Malfoy has been worried sick!” Dobby seemed confused. I couldn’t speak, I was too lost in thought. Then I heard my mother rush to the door, and that seemed to snap me back to reality. 

She gasped, “Draco! Oh merlin, where did you run off to?! I’ve been worried sick. Your father told me you ran off without permission!” I paused, looking up at her confused. “No he-”

She immediately cut me off with a shake of her head. “Nevermind that, let’s get you some food, you must be starving!” Actually I wasn’t, but my mother seemed worried. If it made her happy, I'd eat. 

She immediately put me at the table, and ordered Remmy to go cook something. Something with nutrients, and stuff. She sat by me and comforted me as she watched me eat. I wanted to tell her the truth but I could never bear to make her even more sad. I just wanted her to be happy. 

She rubbed my arm. “So, why did you run off?” She asked, as she continued to run my arm. I swore that I would be the one to comfort her next time. She should be comforted as well. 

“I uhm…saw some scary people.” I sighed. I saw by her face that she didn’t believe me, but did not push me anymore. I had been gone for five to six hours alone in Diagon Alley. I would never be the same after that.

She soon let me go, and I went to play with my only friend then. It may sound pathetic but that was Dobby at the time. That sounds pathetic right? I sure hope not.