My Own Personal Boggart
Hello There! This Is Slytherin student ,Draco Malfoy.
This is my first article for the Hogwarts Times, so take it easy.
As you may or may not know, a boggart is a magical being that transforms into it's challengers greatest fear. If you're Hermione Granger your boggart may be yourself failing. If you're Harry Potter your boggart may be Voldemort.
If you're Draco Malfoy, it could be your father. Not that I am scared of him. It's what he could do that I am scared of.
He could pull me from Hogwarts and claim that I'm going to a "Private School." Really? Me go to a private school? Yeah, it's not far off. But a private school for Death Eater prodigies, yes.
I do not want to be a Death Eater. I cannot imagine killing someone. To see the life drain from there eyes, would be hell. I am not evil, though I am painted as so. I do not contort into a snake. I cannot become a vampire at will. And although most people hope so, I will not fall in love with a certain bushy haired Gryffindor.
I do not bite the heads off of little children, and not all of my offspring will have platinum blonde locks. I will not fornicate with Ginerva Weasley. But back to the point.
Yes, technically I am an official Death Eater. The moment the Dark Mark was burned into my skin was the happiest moment of my father's life, but the end of mine. I was not and adolescent anymore. I was a half grown boy pushed into the affairs of psychotic adults. They find sick pleasure in making the way for the evilest man that has ever walked this earth. They enjoy killing, it gives them a sick sense of power, even if they are just people being led astray by one evil being and his cohorts.
I wished that I had never been born a Malfoy. If being a Malfoy means being a Death Eater, I'm filing for a name change.
Lucius hopes that one day I will lead my children onto the same path he so easily pushed me onto. But I hope that no one has to follow this path. If you have any other choices, Crabb and Goyle, take them.
I have no choice.
Defying = Death
Following = Death
But maybe, just maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel. The dreary, death laden tunnel.
Hope.
I can hope.
Now that you know me a little bit better. Consider it. Am I really so evil afterall?
Draco Lucius Malfoy.
Hogwarts Times.
A/N: My muse is tired, go read my Ginny story, Ginger.
