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My name is Draco Malfoy and I am a pure-blood, not that it means anything to me ,my blood git of a father, made it manditory that anyone that wasn't one was trash. When I was younger I thought I would be able to make my own choices and the night I decided to approach my father was the night everything changed. I had gone into his office late at night and saw him there sitting hunched over his desk, the candle allowing him to see his work illuminating while at the same time casting the sgharp angels of his face into shadows. I cautiously walked over, my bare feet making almost no noise as I walked across the plush carpet. As I got within a foot of his chair he quickly spun to face me irritation and and several sleepless nights etched onto his features.
The action ,having surprised me, caused me to fall back in surprise and fright at the sudden movement. "What do you want, boy!", he hissed in a low menacing tone causing me to shake and stutter as my body screemed at me to run from this terror I called my father. "I-I-I w-was wond-d-dering i-i-if I h-had to h-hate m-mudb-blood-d-ds?", I asked fearful of the answer and my life. His eyes lit with a hellish furry as he answered in a fierce tone, "Are you insinuating that they are as good and powerful as us, boy?" the questpion causing unbelievable furry to be etched onto his face. Before I had a chance to run or even back away he had grabbed a handfull of my short platinum blond lauks, causing pain to rip through my small four foot eight year old body. As he yankked me up, so I was looking through pain clouded grey-green eyes at my fathers own, I could help but wonder what I was in store for...now I wished that I hadn't.
As he sat me down on the ground none to gentaly without letting go of my hair and proceeded to drag me out by my hair ,allowing my heels to scraped against the floor as we went down several flights of stairs considering we were on the 7th floor of the Malfoy mansion, and were headed to the basement. As we entered the small, cold, empty room made of dull grey colored concrete he threw me against the wall adjacent to the door and stalked into the room. As I was picking myself off the floor I saw my father draw his wand from a pocket in his billowing black robes before pointing it at me. "Father please I'm sor-" "Crucio!" "AAAAHHHHH!" was all I managed to get out as my father used one of the unforgivable curses on me, his own son, for a simple question. As he continued to torture me through out the night his face twisted into a cruel smirk. As the night turned to early morning he roughly grabbed my hair and proceeded to drag me once again up stairs and though hallways till we reached my room harshly threw me in and gave me a single order before leaving, "Tell no one," and with that shut my door with a resounding bang and left me to my tortured sleep and haunting dreams.
The next morning I said nothing and haven't...till now. I put up a cruel facade and because of that I never became friends with Potter and Weasly. I never got the girl I've loved for years, Granger. I ended up a death eater and had to serve a man I hated for cause I didn't. believe in. Worst of all though I was and still am hated by everyone. My father made my life a living hell ,which makes me glad he's dead.
This letter is for anyone who finds it so that someone knows that everything happened for a reason. I hope whoever finds this gives it to the auroras ,seeing as auroras are coming here to take me to my hearing to be put into azkaban.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy