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Draco Malfoy son and Heir of the venomous Lucius Malfoy sat alone in his room clutching his forearm. Though that pain had dulled hours ago, others only got worse with time, he'd never in his life wished to be anywhere but his family home so much before today.
He'd even go back to Hogwarts early if it meant he could escape the pain for a few hours, feeling himself break as the tears rolled down his cheek he did the only thing he could think of. He sent a message to the only person he truly trusted in his life, his own Godfather.
He watched with a heavy heart as his prized Owl a gift from sed Godfather, took off into the night air. He wished greatly that he could follow but Draco knew that if he ran, his father would hunt him down starting with his Godfather.
Though they had been friends in the past his father's relationship with his Godfather had broken down over the years, the only reason why Draco was still allowed contact with him was because of his mother who still adored her dear cousin.
Now Draco found himself once again sat in the silence of his room, ashamed of the though he'd soon have to face his friends and his enemies again.
What would people think if news of this got out?
Would he ever be trusted again?
How could his father brush this off so lightly as if this was what he wanted?
All these thoughts and more swirled round Draco mind making him feel dizzy with disgust, and then a familiar sound caught his attention confusing Draco. That was until he realized that several hours had passed as his dear black owl landed beside him with his reply.
Draco tore at the note and sighed as he felt some of his burden lift knowing that his Godfather, who knew his burden too still considered him worthy of his time.
Draco
As you are aware I too was present there tonight, I am sorry that Lucius allowed him to go a head with his plan for you. Your mother is not to blame she rarely has any control over your life any more just as you too do not, know this my Godson I feel no less now for you now then I have always felt. You are the son I will never have and therefore I will always treat you as so.
You have a hard year ahead of you; know that they will have you under close watch. If you need me though I will be there for you still, for now all I can say is be strong my Godson and take care of yourself for other then me no one else will.
Yours your Godfather
Severus Snape
Draco felt his cheeks get wetter as he gripped the parchment tightly and hugged his knees, the silence was deafening as he tried to gather his strength but failed as his pain over came him and he slipped into a dark and unsettled sleep.
Somewhere far from Draco's sight, Severus Snape stood at his window and watched the dark night before him, sighing he once again read his letter from his Godson and felt Draco's burden also.
Draco was truly alone now and only he could understand that feeling, he spoke a silent prayer to the Goddess for protection before returning to his bed and his own sleeping lover. Now more then ever he knew that what the future had in store for them was darker and more unclear then before.