Dark daughter ; Draco x y/n

THIRTY NINE

(TW)

June 1st

30 days.

i was counting down the days.

i didn't like what we had to do but i was willing to go to any lengths of keep Draco from my father.

he didn't deserve to be brought into all of this.

i was so scared we'd fail and my father would kill us both.

no.

i wouldn't let him hurt Draco.

i'd find a way to get him out if we failed.

i was so consumed with my thoughts i didn't notice pansy calling my name across the dinner table.

"hmm?" i replied snapping out of my trance

"are you alright?" she asked looking concerned

"i'm fine why?" i asked trying to act fine.

"your gripping your fork like you've had drama for years" she pointed out

i hadn't noticed.

i dropped the fork and saw i had small bleeding indents from where i was holding it so tight.

"i'm sorry i have to go" i said getting up and walking away.

i could hear pansy calling my name confused but i ignored her.

i made my way to moaning myrtles bathroom.

i made it there just as i burst out crying.

my hands were shaking and i was sweating like crazy.

nobody else was in there so i rolled my sleeves up to try and cool myself down.

that stupid tattoo flared up at me.

a permanent reminder of who i am and where i stand.

a reminder that i am lord voldemorts daughter who will always be viewed as evil or mad like him.

people take one look at me, see i look him and instantly assume i'm just like him.

that i've done the same things as him that i fall to his feet.

they never give me a chance to see how different i am from him.

i swore to myself i'd never become my father but that's exactly who i was turning out to be.

i knew it had to be me. the one to kill Dumbledore.

there were so many reasons why.

the only thing i could hear was my mind playing over and over 'protect draco'

that was exactly what i vowed to myself to do.

i swore to myself that if i didn't protect Draco then i had failed.

because if my life has no Draco. my life has no purpose.

my loud thoughts were interrupted when i heard someone enter.

"hey pretty girl are you in here?"

it was theo.

i silently hid in one of the stalls and stood on the toilet so he didn't see me.

i heard him leave and i went back to the sink.

i looked myself in the mirror and i couldn't stand it.

i looked too similar to him.

before i realised what i was doing i brought my fist up and punched the mirror.

it shattered all round the sink.

i looked back up at the once inch of mirror left still seeing him when i looked at the reflection.

i felt myself breaking. spiralling.

i was falling apart and i couldn't help myself from laughing.

laughing at how fucked my life was.

it started as giggling but grew to full blown laughter.

i threw my head down and it was only then i noticed the streaks of blood dripping into the sink from my fist.

fucking mirror.

i pushed back off the sink and sunk to the floor crying again.

the pain started to kick into my fist as i laid my head in my knees as i sat on the floor of the bathroom.

i thought about how stupid all this was but realised.

i'm fucked up enough anyway so what's the point.

after a few minutes i pulled myself together and peeled off the bathroom floor.

my hand was still dripping blood as i walked back to the common room.

when i walked in all my friends eyes immediately turned to me.

they hadn't seen me cry before.

i ignored their looks and went up to my dorm.

i got into the shower and rinsed the blood and tears off myself.

the hot water stung as it ran across my open fist but i didn't care.

i had finally cracked.