Patient suffering.
By Alex Hanson.
Darkness surrounded me. That was the way I liked it best. Rain was hitting the windows and the roof and I was glad that I was inside. The weather had been as bad as this since the beginning of the summer vacation and that probably had a reason.
My father had told me that with the rise of our Dark Lord certain things would change. He said that the Dark Lord had turned stronger and that he was not affright to show it. In my opinion it was him who had given us such a bad summer.
Hah! Stupid muggles. They think they can predict the weather. No way. They never think of the fact that magic can change the weather. Muggles are subordinate to us magicians. It's a wonder that they even survived so far. They could have been rooted out at so many points in history. Sooner or later they would anyway, if not by Slytherin or Voldemort then by me. Dad said I had potential. I would be an important person one day. But that was obvious. I would be. Some one with my name would be important, would be special, would be perfect. I smiled at this thought. I am superior. I am Draco Malfoy.
I would never be as clumsy as Neville, as dumb as Crabbe and Goyle, as silly looking as that Weasley boy Ron, a mudblood as Ganger and I would never be as easily fooled as little Harry Potter. Little did he know about his destiny to be sealed by me. I would end his life, his pretty little life. My father would be proud when I would enter the room with Harry's chopped off head in my hands. He would smile and finally see me as a person who was worth being proud of. He would be proud at that moment. I would kill Harry and that would make me stronger than Voldemort himself. He could not kill Harry, that was my destiny. I would be Neo, I would be The One. One day I would be the Ruler. There wouldn't be much left of Earth's population after I killed all the muggles, squibs and mudbloods. And the funny thing is, they haven't got the slightest idea. It will come as a surprise. Totally unexpected. I would kill all the muggles by using some sort of killer disease. Faster than the one Voldemort had used. Aids. No, mine would be better, better than the plague Slytherin had used. Mine would be unavoidable for all muggles, mudbloods and squibs. And I would be the RULER!
By Alex Hanson.
Darkness surrounded me. That was the way I liked it best. Rain was hitting the windows and the roof and I was glad that I was inside. The weather had been as bad as this since the beginning of the summer vacation and that probably had a reason.
My father had told me that with the rise of our Dark Lord certain things would change. He said that the Dark Lord had turned stronger and that he was not affright to show it. In my opinion it was him who had given us such a bad summer.
Hah! Stupid muggles. They think they can predict the weather. No way. They never think of the fact that magic can change the weather. Muggles are subordinate to us magicians. It's a wonder that they even survived so far. They could have been rooted out at so many points in history. Sooner or later they would anyway, if not by Slytherin or Voldemort then by me. Dad said I had potential. I would be an important person one day. But that was obvious. I would be. Some one with my name would be important, would be special, would be perfect. I smiled at this thought. I am superior. I am Draco Malfoy.
I would never be as clumsy as Neville, as dumb as Crabbe and Goyle, as silly looking as that Weasley boy Ron, a mudblood as Ganger and I would never be as easily fooled as little Harry Potter. Little did he know about his destiny to be sealed by me. I would end his life, his pretty little life. My father would be proud when I would enter the room with Harry's chopped off head in my hands. He would smile and finally see me as a person who was worth being proud of. He would be proud at that moment. I would kill Harry and that would make me stronger than Voldemort himself. He could not kill Harry, that was my destiny. I would be Neo, I would be The One. One day I would be the Ruler. There wouldn't be much left of Earth's population after I killed all the muggles, squibs and mudbloods. And the funny thing is, they haven't got the slightest idea. It will come as a surprise. Totally unexpected. I would kill all the muggles by using some sort of killer disease. Faster than the one Voldemort had used. Aids. No, mine would be better, better than the plague Slytherin had used. Mine would be unavoidable for all muggles, mudbloods and squibs. And I would be the RULER!