No One At Home
character Draco Malfoy (Childhood I)
Rating: P6
Author: silvermisery
Note: Some time ago I got this text "No One At Home" of silvermisery on fanfiction.net found and found him so terribly sweet that I decided to translate it.
Thus the flow of the characters and Malfoy Manor JK Rowling and the idea and the plot silvermisery and me nothing, except a few translational freedoms (if it that word is). fanfiction.net
The Original Story of silvermisery on fanfiction.net/s/3832485/1 /
No One At Home
" shit "
The word echoed through the stone halls of Malfoy Manor.
At the age of four years ago, Draco Malfoy some respectable sentences and phrases from the friends of his father snapped. These were all very scary and very large, they also wore all very dark clothes and hoods.
Draco admired her with childlike enthusiasm, but at the same time he hated it that his father was gone because of them that often. His hatred extended but not so much that he gave up, thinking of them habits to acquire as herumzustolzieren with their heads held high, or use profanity.
It was not a conscious decision or a child's creative phase, but he was very proud of his tone.
Even Lucius was that this was very impressive for a four year old, although he said quickly that he could do better.
It is always better.
shit.
Draco said this word in a moment of pain and frustration, in which the bulge has grown steadily to the head.
He had stumbled across a carpet - he had to Dobby for scolding that he interpreted carpets in places to which people know could stumble - and had struck his head.
Hart.
Draco reached up to touch his head and as he drew back his hand, she was - tacky!
He panicked.
As he brushed a strand of his sleek, platinum-colored hair to the side, he noticed that they were stuck with ... Blood.
His eyes widened at the sight and he opened the Mouth to scream, and cry to.
wines - not to cry .... that is the question.
When he cried, Narcissa would immediately run to him.
wines would bring him chocolate, new clothes and perhaps even these brooms from Diagon Alley, to which he was so sharp.
If he did not cry, he would of Lucius a pat on the shoulder of harvest, a slight nod and a "Well done, my son. Malfoy never cry. ".
Draco paused as he realized that he would rather Lucius wanted recognition as chocolate. Even better than a new broom.
He wanted to see this expression in Lucius's face, this look that told him that his father was happy that Draco was the heir to the Malfoynamens. The fact that he was dearer to him than Crabbe and Goyle, even if the two were bigger and stronger than him.
Now Draco smiled and was proud of himself that he did not cry.
Meanwhile, there was a lot of blood, but he was more aware of the fear for the pure blood of the Malfoys, which flowed from his body and over the dusty stone floor, ran from the pain.
But then his smile vanished when he realized that it did not matter whether he was crying or not crying, it did not matter if he kept the name of his family or the anxiety gave way , the rumbling in his stomach.
His proud head sank and his hair fell into his face with the creeping realization that there was no matter that he did not care.
No one was at home listening to weep for him ...
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