Draco Malfoy's Journal
Chapter 1: The Paper
Harry Potter
HP/DM
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Just a side note: This one I have made in honor of my friend Rachel. Love You Girl!!
Summery: When You-Know-Who was defeated I was put into Azkaban. My sanity was pushed to the edge and I was almost lost when he came. I was brought back from insanity and given a second chance.
Three years of Azkaban and I was then put into the care of my sworn enemy. His task was to get as much information out of me as possible about the runaway death eaters. He had done well in getting me settled into his home where I was watched over by Granger, Weasley, or himself 24/7. It's horrible.
I lay in bed, an old mattress, in my room at twelve o' clock at night. I stopped trying to sleep many months ago, the fear of nightmares too strong. Insomnia was okay to deal with except for the lack of strength and eventually I would be forced to face the nightmares by exhaustion. I told no one of my problem even though it was quite obvious because of the rings around my sharp blue eyes.
I wasn't anorexic, I just had a hard time eating and keeping it down. It wasn't like the food in Azkaban was very edible though so I was kind of used to not eating very much. When I was placed into Potters' care he tried to feed me healthy meals (He even tried force feeding), but got frustrated when I took a few bites and stopped. It was obvious that he hadn't realized how a person changes in abandon for three years.
He thought I was pathetic, but I thought I did well compared to some of the others in the prison. He did trust me enough to sleep in my own room, with every single spell he could think of to keep me in. The room was bare except for the mattress, with covers, and dresser with papers and pens on top of it. I suppose he wants me to write something down, like a confession or names or something like that. I had others in mind though when I had gotten up off the bed and walked to the dresser.
I studied the papers while I put up my hair with a band that potter had so graciously given me (sarcasm you just have to love it). I picked up the pen and hunched over the paper, my many years of learning how to hold my self lost in the few of torture. I started and it took me many hours to finish my thought out strategy and was very satisfied.
I would make sure no one found this paper. I took it to my mattress and slipped it between the floor and the mattress. I would guard it, no one would find out. I lay back down on the mattress and waited till the door opened swiftly and Granger strolled in to give me my check up as she did every other day. While she worked I inwardly smirked. Yes, no one would find out.