Stop.
That's a word I hear a lot:
Stop it Malfoy!
Ouch, stop hurting me!
Stop daydreaming.
Draco, stop being weak, boy!
I wish you would stop this crap.
Why don't you stop calling me a mudblood?
This isn't working, you should stop while you're ahead.
Stop.
Stop.
Stop.
How can I stop?
I'm addicted to continuing. It's so easy for things to continue the way they are, along my path, I've never grown up, I don't intend to.
I've read about some muggle machines where it's easier to leave it on all the time. It takes too much energy to stop it and start again.
Yes, that's right. Me, Draco Malfoy pro-pureblood extraordinaire has read about cars. But honestly, i find these things interesting. Obviously flooing and apparating is easier, not to mention quicker. But it's incredible what these muggles come up with.
Just because they don't have magic in their blood doesn't mean they're weaker. I actually think they are superior to wizards.
Look at the situation, while wizards were living in a comfortable society, and not changing their ways for years, muggles have progressed so much. Obviously, wizards helped them evolve technologically, though it was out of pity, giving them a knife or two here, a book there.
And from small piteous gifts into their civilisation, muggles have evolved from eating creatures with their hands and walking everywhere to what they are today:
A large society, which in the eventuality has made the world a smaller place. Their ways of transportation such as planes (which are like a large flying carriage) and their incredible scientific theories, trying to explain the world and answer all questions are astonishing.
But you may want to know how I found out about muggles, right? Well I've taken muggle studies at my school, Hogwarts ever since the option was available.
It was my mother's idea, she told father that I should know the enemy. The muggleborns. For who knows what they could spring on us next?
Mother beleives that muggles are the bane of her existence. She thinks they are not worthy to walk this earth.
She tells me this after getting the vain muggle body care-services of a manicure, pedicure and full body wax in Diagon Alley before taking me to the muggle invention of a train to go to my school, Hogwarts. Did you know a school was designed by muggles as a place where people who had no one to teach them anything could all go and learn under an experienced and wise person?
My father of course didn't want me to take muggle studies, thinking it would corrupt me. He thought that I might go against everything he has taught me in life.
Follow the Dark Lord.
Put down anyone who isn't pureblood.
Beat up anyone who isn't as high as you on the social ladder.
Don't cry.
Don't have weaknesses.
Never stop following what I teach you.
But no, father. I'll never stop. I'll continue the path you've set for me.
So he subjected to my mother's requests, let me take Muggle Studies, and I've had classes, exams and projects about these muggles. And I've formed my own opinions about them.
They're not stupid, primitive creatures as father tells me, they're extremely smart and resourceful.
They're not 'hopeless and unable to do anything with meek existences they call lives', as mother says. I mean, look at Granger - she's an example of what hope muggles have. At least what hope muggleborns have in the wizarding world.
That girl has a brilliant mind; Granger is the smartest witch ever to attend Hogwarts they say. She reads so many texts and knows things about the wizarding world that a pureblood wouldn't. She also has a kind heart, a high tolerance level and is on her way in life to destroy an evil wizard bringing death and chaos into the magical world. Not to mention this'll probably happen within the next two years when she's still at school.
Granted, she won't be doing the act of saving our world alone. Beside her will be her two mates Harry Potter - the boy-who-lived, and Ron Weasley - the youngest Weasley boy.
Ron Weasley mayn't be great at quidditch, have amazing leadership qualities, be brilliantly smart or a practical joker to go down in history. But he sure is a good friend. Well, I probably shouldn't judge that after all the crap I give him, right? Maybe, but regardless of all that I see that although he often gets jealous of his friends, he offers a lot of emotional support. Especially to Potter.
Ha! Harry Potter. What a joke. A kid who grew up as a muggle, ignorant of the wizard world and bitter about his only relatives. A kid who, as a baby, probably gurgled as his mother and father were Avada Kedavra-ed and was almost killed by the same wizard and curse as his parents. That kid was and is seen as a symbol of hope for the wizarding world because he survived a curse. That kid now hates all the attention he gets - doesn't want to be a hero. Yet I know for a fact that he doesn't like people trying to help him - he likes doing stuff on his own, therefore trying to be the hero. What a prat.
So anyway, Granger will be the brains behind the act of destroying the Dark Lord, Weasley will be the support and friendship, while Potter will be the hero.
Granger will spends months researching, note taking, strategising. Weasley will sit with her and walk her to the library, occasionally yelling at her for doing too much school work and not having enough fun. Potter will spend these months moping, hiding away from his friends, breaking school rules, visiting the hospital wing, winning quidditch matches and yelling in pain and anger every now and then. At the end of it, Potter will throw a few spells, curses, hexes, unforgivables and be named the hero.
You can probably tell I have more respect for Granger and Weasley than Potter. Which is crazy considering Granger is a muggleborn and Weasley is, well, a Weasley - poor and at the bottom of the pureblood social ladder.
But, back to the point. The whole stop thing ...
I would love to stop being weak, stop being who I am, stop calling people mudbloods. But, as I've said; it really is so much easier to continue being who I am, and doing what I do.
So I'll keep being an arrogant, selfish, judgemental, prat.
Maybe after the war is over, if the light side wins, I could stop. But at the moment, there is a wall in front of me.
No matter how much I want to stop, I know that if I do I'll stop myself from smashing into the wall. I'll stop the inevitable pain and problems for myself.
If I don't stop, if I continue, so will my pain, my sorrow and I will be getting everything I deserve in life.
So now I'm continuing my life.
As I wrote earlier, my father wanted me to not have weaknesses and never stop following what he taught me.
So I won't. I'll continue the path my father set for me.
Unfortunately, my path has led me to a dead end, a wall.
And I'm going to hit that wall.
It can't be suicide when my father has had me destined to follow a path all my life which will not lead anywhere; a dark life, a dark path where I can't see anything.
So after you've read this note, please tell Granger that I'm sorry for calling her mudblood.
Please tell Potter to stop moping and do something to earn his hero status.
Please tell my mother that I got to know my enemies and I liked them.
Please tell my father that he pushed me down this road.
Please tell Weasley that he deserves a good life, because he's a good person.
For Hermione, Harry and Ron, I have written separate letters which are in my bedside table.
I have no notes for my parents, they don't deserve any justification of my death. Don't let anyone show them any letters I have written.
And finally, please tell everyone you know never to say the terrible s - word: Stop.
- Draco Malfoy
Hermione Granger
You know what? You were my role model in life. I was always extremely jealous but I tried hard in school to get good marks just so I might beat you in something.
I remember getting a better potions mark than you once or twice, but I didn't gloat. You may think I would have, so did I. But I didn't because I knew that it was Snape's unfair judgement which gave me a better mark. I knew you deserved it.
Ha, I bet this seems strange to you, reading this Hermione, but I actually don't hate you. And I don't think you are a mudblood. You're a beautiful person (inside and out) who is talented in everything she does and who just happened to be born unto a family with two muggles for parents. In the muggle world, you are special, a great rarity for you are lucky enough to be a muggle born without magical blood in her heritage, but whom can practice magic regardless. In the wizarding world, you are a rarity as well, but where you should be treasured and admired for your talent and blood, despite heritage, you are shunned and rejected.
I'm sorry to say that I was once someone who shunned and rejected you. But it was a part of my path.
My father set me on a path when I was first born, as I grew older, my path grew darker and darker, further from the light and I'm about to hit a wall at the end of it, soon after writing you this letter.
I could stop myself from from travelling this path, hitting this wall, but that would mean stopping, turning around and starting again. You've told me many a time to stop calling you a mudblood, but I never did. I was too afraid of stopping. I knew that that would entail starting again, fighting the dark, retracing my path and joining the light.
I am weak. I am too afraid to stop what I've known all my life.
Disaster, darkness, chaos.
So I will continue my father's path and hit the wall at the end. I will take my life.
I don't want you to cry when you read this, I don't know if you will actually. But please, don't be sad for me because I'm finally happy. I get to end this life of darkness.
If I had lived my life, you probably would have killed me as a Death Eater, following the Dark Lord. I'm solving the problem for you.
I'm not sure if you want to know this, but I'm going to tell you that the most love I ever felt in my life was for you.
You can stop reading here if you want because I'm going to tell you why I feel like this, if you don't want to stop keep going.
You are a muggleborn. Something to be hated, despised, not watched and admired.
When I discovered how talented muggles were in our muggle studies class, I thought maybe my parent's views weren't right.
So I started to investigate. And how better than to examine a muggleborn? Well, the only muggleborn I was close enough to, sharing Care of Magical Creatures, Potions and, crazily enough, muggle studies, was you.
You were my new project. And how amazes I was at my findings. This is what my parchment looked like:
Aim: to discover if mudbloods are a pathetic creatures.
Hypothesis: muggles are stupid, incompetent, weak fools who have no right to be in the wizarding world.
Materials:
invisibility cloak
one Draco Malfoy
one mudblood, Hermione Granger??
Results:
-3rd year notes:
a snob - slapped me
received full marks on test
received 128 on test
may be in love with Weasel - stupider than expected??
know-it-all, proved me wrong in class knows more than purebloods!??
spends time in library - remembers facts, not actually smart??
very smart - received full marks in test
-- top ever marks for one section which was applying knowledge – maybe isn't incompetent.
is somehow taking up to two classes at once
doing all homework, assignments, study etc. and getting full marks
suspected involvement with Azkaban-escapee -- conspiracy??
convict now on the run, potter, granger, weasley in hospital wing after black disappears - definitely CONSPIRACY!
100 in all tests even after hospital wing time
bloody smart ass
-4th year notes
still full marks
may have helped potter get into triwizard tournament
golden trio broken up - granger smarter than expected?
golden trio back together - supposedly grangers doing
exchanging notes with Krum - weird, he's ugly
Krum's thing he would miss the most - very weird
no date for ball - no social life
date for ball - Krum. Granger looked gorgeous for a mudblood, no scrap mudblood, just looked gorgeous, why not my partner?
not showing interest in Krum - smarter than thought: interested in me?
dumbass - said goodbye to Krum, hugged friends, no goodbye to me
-5th year notes
not worth the effort - Granger is goddess - sent father to Azkaban ... in love?
Conclusion (After 5th year):
Am very jealous of Granger and test results. Think she is good looking, Weasley, Krum and I - purebloods, interested ... high hopes for her. Smartest witch in Hogwarts, no - world, no - history. My hypothesis: muggles are stupid, incompetent, weak fools who have no right to be in the wizarding world, is INCORRECT. Muggles are NOT stupid or incompetent or weak or fools. Have many rights to be in wizarding world - may help population?
As you can see, despite my terrible grammar, you really are special. I wasted, no I spent a whole lot of my time since third year watching you and I decided that you are indeed very smart. You alone made me see that my father was wrong.
You have made me see what horror the path of my life held and now I can be happy knowing that I don't have to experience it any more.
Goodbye my one and only love and thank you.
- Draco Malfoy
Harry Potter
Stop moping, acknowledge what you have, not what you have lost.
Get out there and kick some Death Eater butt.
Throw one well aimed Avada Kedrava, kill the Dark Lord and have a happy life.
Marry Ginny Weasley or someone, have a thousand kids and carpe diem, mate.
I'll see you in a few hundred years in where ever it is dead wizards go.
-Draco Malfoy
O O
Ronald Weasley
I fell in love at Hogwarts, with a girl who you were friendly to. Her existence gave me hope and happiness. Your support helped her.
I know I gave you a lot of crap Weasley, and I'm sorry.
I bet you never thought you'd hear sorry from a Malfoy, right?
Maybe you're happy I'm dead right now. But even if you are, you made Hermione Granger happy, which makes me happy for the first time in my life.
You showed me that I had no true friends because I knew no one like Ronald Weasley.
Yet, sometimes I saw your friendship and support replaced by something else, jealously. And I can solve that problem.
Now, don't think I'm doing a charity thing by this action, and don't take any offence. If you do, at least think that accepting this is a way of throwing all the crap Malfoys have given Weasleys for hundreds of years back in their faces. There is a key in this envelope, which I want you to have and never regret taking.
It is a key to my personal vault of inheritance from dead relatives and my savings at Gringotts.
This money should be enough to buy you and your family a new house, enough food to last a lifetime, and all the luxuries you could never afford.
This is my way of thanking you Ronald Weasley, for being you.
-Draco Malfoy