My father promised once the Dark Lord was reinstated we would be like royalty. That we would claim our proper place at his right hand side and be rewarded above all others. Lies. All lies. Or maybe delusion on his part.
The Dark Lord cares nothing for his underlings. We are but pawns in the sick game of chess he's playing with the old coot. Potter can't even see it. How he's being manipulated, moulded to go do the bidding of a maniac. More fool he.
The Dark Lord cares even less for those who fail him. We aren't worthy of the mud on his boots. It's degrading that Crabbe and Goyle are considered my superiors now, just because they blindly follow orders. They always have, they've no minds of their own always needing to hang onto the coattails of someone more important, more powerful than they are. Pathetic.
The name Malfoy is a laughing stock. Father is imprisoned, Mother is trying her best to protect me, while i do the same without her knowledge. Our home is no longer our own. Masked demons carry out their atrocities in the house I grew up in. No longer is the dining room where I took my first steps...it's where I witnessed my first murder. The billiard room? Its where I recieved the mark. The reception room? I learned to torture. The dungeon? A gang rape.
I lost all my remaining innocence in this house. It sickens me how low I've stooped to protectmy mother. I'd much rather be dead. I know I'm destined for hell but it would be welcomed. "Hell is Empty. All the Devils are here."