I am at the point of collapse, very close to begging for my own death. Life no longer has a meaning even if I were to be set free right now. There's nothing left for me. No family, no wife, no children, no friends what so ever.
My name is the only artefact of my blood line. None of our wealth or renown withstood the test of time. There's also those who contributed to erasing us from history and they have done a hell of a good job if I could say so myself.
My strength is all but gone and I am tired. So tired but I feel that if I close my eyes I won't be able to ever open the again. Looking back I realise my life has been quite meaningless and overall I've been only a pain in the ass for this world. I haven't even had my fun in the midst of all the evilness.
I was a sad child when I was little. Always in the shadow of my father and then in the light of the chosen one. All the punishments and expectations have taken a toll on me.
But now it's all over. There's really nothing to fight for anymore, no reason to keep on going. Would I kill him if I had the chance? I guess I feel I deserve my fate. I would probably not.. I don't feel I'll ever be that strong again anyway. My mind has been searched so many times I can barely remember anything of the past. I am a ghost of what I've once been.
My wife is… dead. Killed with our children inside of her and thrown of a cliff. I've heard rumours that she's been turned into an Inferius but I've decided not to listen to such words in a desperate attempt to preserve my sanity. That's no longer necessary as I've long lost my mind.
I'm unsure how these words are going to reach someone. I am using the last of my magic to imprint these thoughts into this wall. Maybe someone will stumble over the faint signature somewhere in the future. I'm sure my captures will not notice. They'll be too busy handling me, I hope.
Tears are flowing down my face echoing as they hit the stone floor of this damned dungeon. I no longer feel my wrists… the metal has reached my bones a while ago. I don't think I would be able to stand if I were released from these chains.
The metallic door slides open revealing a tall man.
"Ready for another round, Draco? Talking to ourselves again aren't we?"
"FUCK YOU, POTTER"
The dark haired boy smiled.
"And don't you worry, we'll take good care of your little wall diary"