Ive held back on writing to you for a number of reasons.. I don't want you to pity me. I don't want you to hurt for me. You don't deserve that. That being said, it's physically hurting me not to write to you.
The past few days have been surprisingly calm, not much talk about my disappearance, or that I've heard of. Everyone's lives just continued going on without me. I'm not surprised, I'm not bitter.. I've spent most of my life alone, why would anything change the second I leave? Ive spent the past few days at Godric's Hollow on a park bench basically in broad daylight. I'm trying not to think about the fact that if anyone wanted to find me, they would have by now. The feeling of no one caring where you are, not caring if you're safe, is the worst feeling anyone can have. I hope you're safe, I hope you have a family that loves you, I hope you never feel the way that I do, I would not wish this on my worst enemy. If I'm being honest, there is not one bone inside of me that wants to return to Hogwarts.
I feel awful yes, but I also feel at peace with myself. I don't have any obligations, any people to impress, anything to fake. I'm alone in silence with my own thoughts.
The only thing that is getting to my mind right now is the thought of you not caring either.. the thought of you being just like everyone else.
I don't believe that. But I wouldn't be surprised at this point..
I haven't eaten in a while either, not because I'm not hungry, and not because going into any place to find food puts me at risk of being found.. but because I simply don't feel the need to eat.
I don't have a plan. I don't know what I'm doing from now on..
Fuck someone saw me. I need to leave. Hold on.
As Draco quickly slid his notebook into his coat, he got up and began walking, not trying to create any suspicion. The tall man in a black suit began to follow him. Draco's pace gradually got faster and faster until he was running from the man.
He eventually caught up to Draco and pushed him to the floor, in a attempt to get a closer look at his face.
"Gotcha"
As Draco was being dragged back into Malfoy manor by the snatcher, Lucius stood at the end of the hallway unfazed, not a slight expression on his face. Draco looked down, not wanting to face his father. As he got to the end of the hall Draco simply looked up, Lucius struck him in the face, causing Draco to fall to the floor.
"Your services won't be needed any longer" Lucius said, facing the snatcher.
"What about our agreement.."
Lucius glared, and without a second thought, the man started running away.
Lucius had more than enough money to pay the snatcher, however it wasn't in his nature to do so.
Lucius grabbed Draco by the back of his hair and pulled him into the living room, where the death eaters were sitting down having a meeting.
"How nice of you to join us" Voldemort cackled, causing a chain of laughs going down the table.
Lucious let go of Draco and took his seat.
Narcissa ushered Draco to the seat next to her, but Draco just stood there. Not a word, not the slightest of movements.
"Sit now Draco" Lucius calmly obliged.
Again, not a word. Just silence.
"Draco" Narcissa spoke calmly.
Draco looked up, his eyes moving from his father to Voldemort, back and forth a couple times.
Draco simply took his seat.
The meeting went on, Draco looking down at the table playing with his hands the whole time.
"I believe you have something that belongs to me Draco." Voldemort expressed.
Draco looked up, now making eye contact with the heartless soul.
"You have it with you now" Voldemort trailed off as he got up, making his way to Draco.
"The desire book"
