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The Bathroom REPRISE (chapter 12)

Tw: self harm

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I am quite lonely here, despite the familiarity of the air. But you see, I am not alone. My mother sits in her room upstairs, my step-dad in his office across the hall. Always here but never together, I don’t think they like each other very much.

My father said he’d call today, but that was hours ago and the phone still hasn’t rang. I should have expected it, this happened last week too. I don’t want to speak to him, necessarily, though it would be nice if he called. It would be nice to see a promise fulfilled every once in a while.

I feel so unfathomably lonely in my childhood bedroom. Well, not my childhood bedroom, technically. That sits far, far away from here, in a little room along the beach and close to an airport. I grew up with the planes landing and taking off, told time through how low they were to the ground. No, this room sits near a freeway, where I spent my teenage years screaming along with the cars and my cries drowned out by their horns.

There is something more devastating in this room than the last. Something lingers within it, a ghost clinging to the walls, watching the paint peel. We said we would paint this room years ago, we say lots of things in this house. We don’t get around to most of them. I’ve grown used to promises becoming simple sentences, said and then forgotten.

My father still hasn’t called. I’m debating turning my phone off, debating going to bed, but if I go to bed there will be no reason to stop these thoughts. The ghost will watch me turn in my sleep, and my parent’s voices will carry through the vents. I will have no choice but to listen to arguments that begin and never really stop. I used to believe this was their love taking form, and then I grew up. In this room, years ago now, there lies a faint moment. Barely a memory. A realization, a conclusion I came to on a night not dissimilar to this.

The conclusion was this: there has never been love in this house. I feel sorry for the ghost I’ve trapped within it, at least I got to leave. At least it’s here keeping me company, two souls interwoven in loneliness and shrouded in tragedy. You know, this ghost is growing familiar as well. Perhaps we will merge into one, eventually. Wouldn’t that be something.

I am so incredibly lonely in this teenagers bedroom. I think a part of me has always will be.

- s.k.m

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MALFOY'S MARK, Chapter 5, Now up!

Hello, everyone. New readers and loyal readers alike. :) Good news! A new chapter of Malfoy's Mark: Draco's Obsession is live!

If you are new, welcome! I am August Song, an aspiring author and hobbyist fanfiction writer. I am currently in the middle of releasing a new fanfiction.

Here is a Summary of what to expect from this work:

Draco Malfoy finally reached the limits of his morality. When asked to kill Dumbledore he found himself hesitating, which was a choice that changed his life. Draco's parents were forced to disown him to protect him from Voldemort's wrath, leaving him homeless as he begins his final year at Hogwarts. As he tries to figure out what's left without a family legacy, he meets a girl who changes everything. Follow Draco through a journey of self reflection, true friendship, growth, and obsession as he struggles to survive in a world without the protection of his title.

In this chapter, we see that even though Draco had been enjoying more pleasant days with Azalea he cannot escape his past. His trauma creeps back to haunt him, both in reality and in his dreams. Still determined to move on, he finds himself asking Snape for help.

!!! IMPORTANT NOTE !!!

This chapter contains trauma, child abuse, mentions of torture, PTSD and imprisonment. This is a content warning, so if you are uncomfortable with this, please take care of your own health.

Now, on to the mandatory mechanical pencil sketch for the chapter. I sketch them all out by hand with a mechanical pencil, printer paper, and a reckless disregard for Ai. This time I had a lot of visual inspiration that I wanted to capture, so there are TWO BONUS SKETCHES.

Have the pictures got you interested? If they haven't, that's okay. I have an excerpt of the chapter for your enjoyment!

Chapter 5: Unimpressive and Ordinary Red Ooze

“Now.” Lucius turned to his son, turning his cane in hand thoughtfully. He purposefully stepped out and crushed the rest of the cookie under his expensive mooncalf leather shoes, just to taunt him. “Draco, I’m sure you’ve had plenty of time to think in the dungeon. How is life without the privilege of a room?”

Draco didn’t say anything, just stared down at the crumbled biscuits with a blank expression. There was no point in pretending that he changed his mind. He couldn’t do what the Dark Lord demanded. He wasn’t the son Lucius wanted. So he chose to just stay quiet.

“Tell me. Will you finally give your devotion to the Dark Lord? He’s very angry that you failed to kill Dumbledore, but because Dumbledore died in the end he’s willing to forgive. You might have to kill a few mudbloods to show your loyalty, but that’s the cost of your defiance.”

Dumbledore… died?

Then why was he still there?

Lucius’ cold stare bored into Draco and he swallowed thickly. But still he was quiet, refusing to give Lucius even the courtesy of his words or gaze.

“LOOK AT ME BOY!” Lucius reached out and grabbed him by his collar, forcing him to lock grey eyes with his father. “Will. You. Give. Your. Service?!”

Ah. It was because Lucius couldn’t forgive Draco’s lack of filial subordination. That’s why he was still there.

Draco wanted to spit in his face but controlled himself, instead narrowing his eyes and sending a fiery glare. He opened his dry mouth, flickering his tongue over his lips to whet them so he could talk.

“I won’t. I don’t want to kill people. For what? For some Dark Wizard that wants to control the world? He can do that without me. Why should I have to help him?” Draco gritted his teeth in anger as he spoke. “I’m still attending Hogwarts. Is he so weak he can’t succeed without the help of a schoolboy?”

Lucius released his collar and then whipped his hand out, striking the back of his hand across Draco’s face. Draco was too weak to keep his balance and tottered with the force, falling to the ground. His teeth had cut into his cheek and the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.

“If you were front of the Dark Lord, he would have killed you on the spot, you foolish boy!” Lucius boomed, pointing an accusatory finger at Draco as if he was the one who made Lucius violent. “Your arrogance will be your ruin! All you need to do is put aside your pride and kill a few mudbloods! That’s all!”

Draco spit out the fluid in his mouth, blood and saliva dribbling from his lips onto the floor. It looked normal. Like everyday blood. He was supposed to be a pureblood. Of the Sacred 28. And yet his blood didn’t look special. Just pathetic red ooze. Humans, even if they were magical, were just fleshy blood bags. And he was no different.

His mind flashed back to his near death experience, where Harry had cursed him with Sectumsempra and he was bleeding out on the bathroom floor. At that time, he had similar thoughts. It was the first time he had diverted from the rhetoric, his mind so foggy with blood loss that he lost all of his brainwashing and pureblood pride. Instead he just stared at the pools of red growing beneath him with a morbid fascination, fueled by his body’s shock.

The blood was normal. The same blood that anyone bled.

Unable to handle the direction his thoughts turned again, Draco began to laugh. Even the blood he spit was the same blood as before. The same blood he saw on the stone floor after fighting with Harry.

Unimpressive and ordinary.

It was manic, his laughter, as he giggled on the ground. He wasn’t sure exactly what as funny, but all he could do now was find humor in the darkness.

“Don’t mock me, Draco!” Lucius pointed his cane threateningly at his son. “Just take my compromise. I will round up some squibs for you. You just need to take the shot!”

“How can I not mock you when you make it so easy? Look, Father.” He stopped trying to get up, just smiling widely with bloody gums at his father from the floor while he wiped his lips. “See this blood? This damn “pure blood” you spilled? It isn’t glowing. It isn’t golden, or twinkling. It is just gross, spitty blood. We aren’t special. You aren’t special. The moment I didn’t toe the line, your precious Dark Lord cast you aside along with me. And the irony of it is that I’ll bet he bleeds the same as the rest of us too.”

As he spoke, Lucius’ mouth dropped in horror before his face twisted to anger.

“You… SHUT YOUR BLOODY MOUTH YOU DISRESPECTFUL LITTLE VERMIN!” Lost to his emotions, he gripped the handle of his cane and pulled his wand free, pointing it at Draco.

“What are you going to do, Father? Torture me? Maim me? For what? Bleeding wrong?” Draco’s red teeth peeked through his smirking lips, his eyes curving in an impish manner.

“I’m doing this for your own good!” He reiterated, as if he was convincing himself. “Crucio!”

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