Secret Storm

They aren’t home tonight. Mother and Father have gone out to socialise with some of their friends at, no doubt, some high laced gathering. So, instead of cowering in fear as I await the next beating, I finally take time to write this letter to you. Hopefully it can be sent without being spotted.

For a long time I have kept this from you, although, I am not sure if you at suspicions or not. Now, after sixteen years, I can no longer take this. This is hard for me to admit and share with you but please forgive me if it makes little sense.

I do not want to be like them. They are ruthless. Father is continually on edge about the dark lord therefore he takes to drink sometimes. He gets extremely angry also and he sees fit to take that anger out on me. Wither it be with his bare hands, the toe of his boots or by his wand; I always end up getting damaged somehow.

Mother does nothing, in fact, she encourages him further. It is almost as if she is scared to disagree with him.

It has been little over two weeks since our holidays began but I have endured little more than several beatings. It makes me wonder what he does when I am not around.

I don’t know what else I can say to make you understand how unbearable it is here. But you must not tell anyone what I have admitted to you.

My parents are due to leave for another party on Sunday evening. I have chosen then to leave. I am writing to inform you that, if you do write this summer, I shall not be here. I cannot say for sure where I am planning to go but please don’t inform my father.

If you did he would kill me.

Your Godson,

Draco.