Fall.

Chapter 3 - Draco Malfoy

All the stories about azkaban couldn't have prepared him for what he was facing. Sometimes he used to think that the stories were exaggerated, but after being held there he learned they were understated. 
But when the aurors came to collect him - he lay there in the corner of his cell, unmoving.
He deserved this.  
"Merlin, has he been kissed?" The footsteps echoed in the cell. Fingers touched the wetness on his face. He flinched
"Nah he's alive." 
"Come on, Malfoy - it wont take too long. They'll send you back soon enough." laughed one of them. 

They don't even know me. And yet they hate me so much. Whats the point of being free?  Nobody needs, or wants me there. I'm a burden to my mother, because if im free, there's other death eater who want me dead. So. What. Is. The. Point. 

I got up to my feet and almost fell down again. The man who laughed, caught him. "Come on kid we ain't got all day." 

They took him out on the rocks- "two of these dementors will be coming with us." one of the men said. 
"Damn these things give me the heebyjeebies." 

There was similar pulling sensation in his stomach and then they were in a dark room. But it was warmer. 

"The witness is late, Merlin's striped underpants." said someone. At this point Draco had a hard time focusing. the warmth was making him euphoric. He let out a strangled sound. 

A few moments later one of the tapped his shoulder- "Sit, Malfoy."  Draco looked up at him. Why is he nice to me?  
"Your mother and I were at school together." He said softly. The man was tall and had short dark hair. He wore silver rimmed glasses and was handing him a piece of chocolate. He took the small piece, and nodded. 
"Thank you, Mr.-?" 
"Rossier." 

He then understood. This man must be a distant cousin, since his mother's mother was a Rossier before she was a black. 

Suddenly a loud voice boomed inside the chamber "Bring in the accused, Draco Malfoy,-"  

The other man laughed. "Well this'll be over fast eh- malfoy? Get to go back to yer father now." 

He would have to see his mother. 
He was a disgrace to their family name. 
These people didn't even care about him. 
He would always be known as a death eater. 

He walked out with his head down trying to smooth his robes, but he was dragged out by two other men. They pushed him into the stand and he put out one foot so as to not fall. He couldnt bear to look up and see his mother. So he pretended as if he was fixing his robes as the minister read out his charges. 

"-his crimes stated as being a death eater, attempted murder of Albus Dumbeldore, letting in death eaters into Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry." 

Draco almost laughed, As if becoming a death eater was a choice. As if he'd ever abandon his family. As if he wouldn't be killed is he said no. 

But now, all he wanted was to die. Didn't he? 

To just not exist. 

"What do you have to say for yourself Mr. Malfoy?" 

He looked up and couldn't help but laugh. He scared even himself. What did he have to say for himself? Nothing. Who even cared what he had to say? 

He looked up at the minister and smiled. 

"Guilty as charged. " 

The whole room fell silent. His father had tried to defend himself but Draco knew it was of no use. 

"I would like to refute some charges Minister." Called out a voice. 

Draco would know that voice in death. 

Harry Potter. His arch nemesis. And of course the boy he was in love with since he was eleven.