Welcome to Draco's Diary : The Chronicles. This will continue for a year and new diary will be given to Draco. JK Rowling owns Draco, and the main characters. The entire story is dedicated to the members of Hogwarts_School_of_Witchcraft@yahoogroups.com, which recently ended. Don't judge Draco now, but notice the change of one boy in one year of his life... Complete summary at the end.

Draco's Diary : The Chronicles
Book One - Only Nine Years Old

July 16th, 1994

I don't know why I'm writing in this. Father gave me this empty black book with golden trimming and my name, Draco Salazar Slytherin written in a glittering green pen. Draco means Dragon in latin, and perhaps that is why my Father named me so. His love for dragons must have gotten the best of him.

Father, interesting man of darkness. I would have thought he was a son of You-Know-Who with all the Dark Arts training and well he's strictly trying to teach me. He's arranged for me to meet You-Know-Who and I'm scared even though that I am You-Know-Who's heir to the throne that maybe his death will come sooner than I would have thought. Well I don't now if I should even say anything to this stupid diary, which Father insists on calling Journal. "It's for boys, Draco." I can recall his familiar drawl, which I have inherited as well as a devolped vocabulary and extensive knowledge of the Dark Arts at Nine Years Old, plus a complete collection of swear words.

To tell you the truth I don't think I'll ever adjust to the habit of writing in the stupid black book with its stupid blank pages. Good night and good bye.

July 21st, 1994

Okay so I said that I would try and say good-bye. I'm not very good at keeping with what I say, and Father would call me a hypocrite, however you spell it I'm not sure. I'm nine years old, and seem like I'm going to be an adult in one year. Well I'm sure to be put in the Slytherin House of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in one year, one month, and some odd days. Who knows? I might be in Ravenclaw like my mother, Narcissa Malfoy.

To her it wouldn't matter what house I was in, unlike my Father. He would be shamed if I was in Hufflepuff, or dare I say it? Gryffindor! Imagine! Him recieving an acceptance letter in which that I was accepted into Godric Gryffindor's House! The mortal enemy of Salazar Slytherin, in which I recieved part of my name from! The Gryffindor House is scum, Father says. I'm not to talk to any one of them, unless ordered by some unknown means.

Tomorrow is my meeting with You-Know-Who. It's a scary thought to meet with the man who killed so many. Mother has called me to her chambers, I must go meet with her. She is rather sickly, and perhaps that is where I get my weak body. I will write later - if I can.

July 28th, 1994

Six days ago was my meeting with the Dark Lord who proclaimed that I was to be his heir. Imagine? Me! Draco Salazar Malfoy upon the throne bringing havoc and change to the world. I certainly cannot imagine that, even for me. I'm not that bad, and I don't want to spend my life killing innocent people, which is a quality of the Gryffindor that my mother had. My Father had no mercy, and he killed several Death Eaters for rattling to the Ministry of Magic. You see my Father is the right hand of You-Know-Who. He expects me to do the same.

Well,You-Know-Who was touching my face, and saying how pale I was. Father looked down upon me in disgust and said rather stiffly that it was in my Mother's genes. What can I do to help it? I cannot help what is in my blood. I don't want to be the Dark Lord - not now, or not ever! I made the mistake of bringing up the topic of Gryffindor, as I think, any child would. Well they were deeply in discussing about being in Slytherin, and several other children were there. I believe that it was the first time I had met them.

One was a girl, and there were two boys. The two boys were outrageously fat and pudgy. If I had not known any better, I would have presumed they were two pigs who were brought as offerings and to slaughter. Well I noticed the dirty blond hair on their heads and noticed that they weren't pigs but boys! Like me! I was disgusted by it, that their fathers could fatten them up so. I think their last names were Crabbe and Goyle.

The other girl stood in the corner, and she looked pale and very British. Her father apparently was a very respected pureblood, like my Father. They shook hands, even though I know my Father didn't really want to. She only looked at me and blinked several times, though it seemed oddly that she did it so many times. I guess I'm not very good with girls.. She had long brown hair and was wearing a black robe. I wore green, since despite black being wizarding standard robes, Father insisted that I was above standards.

Before the start of the Death Eater's meeting, Father told me that the other children's Fathers were stupid idiotic morons who were just lowly Death Eaters. I could only nod mutely and sigh. He slapped me for that moment of boredom, which was not meant in a bad way. We'd met in a deserted cathedral in Northern England, and I think it was surrounded by a magical field to keep everything out.

Going back to where I spoke about Gryffindor, Father looked absolutely horrified. You-Know-Who looked annoyed and his red eyes flickered at me. "My Lord, he did not mean that!" My Father said, and the Dark Lord nodded - and with it, he gave my sentence. A beating.

Father took me into another room, and beat me - badly. I couldn't breath, and choked. There were many worse beatings, which scars can be seen on my back. Of course, my Mother knows but she dare not speak against the "Man" of the house. Well Man my butt, Father is a no-good scoundrel and no one could pursuade me otherwise. Even if I seem nice about him, I can't hide my fear and anger in this journal. Well I'm tiring, not writing for six days and cramming it into one journal entry sure does get your energy level down. I'm just going to sleep.

July 29th, 1994

Father came in from work ranting about a Death Eater who had betrayed them, and hid in a certain state in the United States of American. I think its name started with an F. I think I'll try to look it up in one of the geography books in Father's library. Though I don't think I'll go in there now. He's in a rage, throwing things at anyone who dares to go near- besides the House elfs who he orders around insistantly. Not that he needs anything he asks for, he's spoiled. I'm spoiled too I guess.

Like father, Like son. I heard some man at Father's office say once. The man had orange hair, and he seemed to dislike Father so. I think it was "Bring Your Son to Work Day" and Father had only brought me about to show me off, like a trophy. The man had a son, who looked like a replica of his father. I think his name was Donald, but I wasn't paying much attention and too busy spinning around in Father's leather office chair. How I love doing that!

July 30th, 1994

Father bought me a new owl, and I've decided to name him Watcher, because that's all he seems to do. Don't roll your eyes at me! I'm nine years old, and I've got the imagination of a child. That's because I guess I am. I'm going to hop outside to practice my quidditch and fly around. Father says he'll buy me a spot on the team, maybe because I'm really terrible at that.

August 4th, 1994

I keep my journal hidden in a hidden pouch under my four-poster bed. I have only told, Watcher, but he only hooted and soared out the window. So much for telling, but I have also told Lottie, my house elf. She's old, but a comforting friend to have around. Now don't tell. If Father found out I was friends with my own House Elf, he'd kick her out of a job and she wouldn't have any money to feed her three children - Dazzle, Razzle, and Zazzle with. It seems she likes 'zzle' in her children's names.

August 15th, 1994

I haven't been writing particularly because my Father is starting to train me deeply in the Dark Arts. Using the Cruciatus Curse, and Killing Curse constantly has been wearing me out. The only reason I can write now is because Father has been called to an immediate meeting of the Death Eaters concerning the storm that they sent towards Florida. Yes, I finally looked it up to share with you. Anyway I feel really depressed, mainly from killing poor beings. Father plans to allow me to kill a convicted Death Eater for him. I don't want to.

August 29th, 1994

Well about the man, his name was Walter Von Robins, and he had been a Death Eater who gave their position to the Ministry of Magic. Eventually, You-Know-Who found out in the fall of 1993. That was when Walter flew to hide in the Floridian Everglades. Well, You-Know-Who sent a powerful storm to hopefully "send that bastard to his maker." Well it was named Hurricane Andrew by the people in the United States, and it sure caused a lot of damage all because of one man. Of course the muggles have no idea, yet it is sort of humorous.

No word about my killing an innocent man. A lot of on the concept of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Well, Father is ranting about how well he did in the Slytherin House. I'm sure he bribed the Professors and Staff. He keeps saying that Albus Dumbledore is Gryffindor Trash, and favors the Gryffindors too much. I can't say anything because I haven't met him.

September 3rd, 1994

Father says I'm improving in all aspects. Whatever that means. Any more of this Dark Arts business and my head will burst with boredom. I can't stand reading that stupid book Hogwarts : A History, which was designed to bore me out of my own mind. I want to meet people my age, which I might. I have hope! I'm going to Diagon Alley, and perhaps Knockturn Alley tomorrow once I get done with my work.

September 4th, 1994

I feel hurt and desperate for someone to talk to. Sure, Lottie is nice and all, but I can't go about talking to House Elves! They would think I was crazy. We ventured into Knockturn Alley and I couldn't help but sigh and sit down on the floor. I didn't want to risk sitting on something that was 'bad luck'. Who knows? Perhaps it will bring good luck. No. I doubt that something good will come from Knockturn Alley. Diagon Alley has the best stuff.

Well I saw children my age shopping with their parents. I wondered why on Earth that Father would buy stuff from Diagon Alley, but he told me. I was to go to a Boarding School for Children before I go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was so disillusioned that I remained silent. I saw Crabbe and Goyle, whoever they were again. Pansy Parkinson, the girl at the Death Eater meeting was also present. They were all silent under their Fathers watchful eyes.

Another girl tried to flash me a smile, but my father looked at her sternly. She looked different from all of us. She had tan skin, and her eyes looked well small. Her hair was short, and black - very different in my mind. She looked foreign, or chinky according to Father. What can I say?

September 7th, 1994

My father's a heartless.. heartless.. Need I say it? He found out about Lottie and me talking and he sent her away! Now she has no where to go.. And me? I don't have anyone to talk to around here anymore! Wait a minute. If you count Crabbe and Goyle as talking, it would be okay, but I don't. They just sit their and drool over everything. No wonder they're so fat!

Well Crabbe tried to eat my pile of toys. Goyle was trying to grab them out of my own hands. I hit him, and in turn my father hit me. I screamed and fled from the room. I know I have disgraced my name, since I'm a Malfoy and Malfoys are not supposed to scream. At least not in the presence of guests. Mother is knocking at the door, no doubt that she wants to wish me the best and try to console my tears at the same time.

September 9th, 1994

I left the comfort of Malfoy Manor for the dumps. The food is cheap and terrible. It's like they just fried it and plop it down on plastic trays for you to take. Well they don't exactly plop it on a tray, the put it in a "styrofoam" cup and serve it to you on a tray. At least I've made new friends. They're really nice too, maybe not Slytherin quality but at least Father will not have to know.

The Headmistress is Rosella Harkashire, and she runs the Britain Boarding School for Boys and Girls. Generally the group is seperated into age groups. Thank goodness, Seamus Finnigan and Paula Edgemont are both nine like me. Paula's a girl, but she is so much like a tomboy. Father would disown me if he knew the thoughts that were going through my mind. Well who can help me? A Psychologist? I'm very groggy from the trip, and I guess my spelling isn't perfect. I don't have a dictionary to check it with anymore. I wish I had brought Father's pocket dictionary, and as you can see I'm a perfectionist.

September 10th, 1994

The Headmistress is even worse than I could imagine. I did happen to bring Watcher to send letters to home. Well she has a whip, and most of the older children gossip that she has an iron fist covered with metal. Who could think of such a thing? I'm laughing at the thought. Well Seamus is talkative and has brown hair and an interesting shade of blue in his eyes.

Paula has red hair and green eyes. She's quiet, but she acts cunning and sly. She stuck a note on the back of the Headmistress which was horrifically funny, and everyone laughed at it. That was one of the best moments I've had so far at this horrid place. Well it's like school except that it's simply easier. It's an easy change from learning the Dark Arts to learning the ways of the White Side.

September 15th, 1994

Thank goodness I installed a custom lock on this thing. Well not exactly me, Lottie had Houton, the "janitor" House Elf as I called him put on a lock for this, just for privacy. It's protected against alohomora which I charmed myself. I'm proud of that fact. Well when Harkashire snatched my diary up, which I accidently took to Beginner Charms Class 1, she attempted to use the lock picking spell, and what happened was either amazing or just a strange coinsidence.

The spell backfired, and poof! In a cloud of smoke, she was no more! She turned into a ferret! Now isn't that funny! Of course I got a detention, whatever the heck that is. Not like I care. Well she's not the only severe person in this wretched boarding school. The nurse, who had to change her back, was evil. I think her name is Stella Notulah, which is an odd name. Not like Malfoy.

September 16th, 1994

Seamus says he's going to Hogwarts next year! Though Paula won't be joining us. She'll be heading off to Beauxbatons next year. Well, I guess I'll write every now and then. Perhaps Father will let her - oh never mind. It's not like my Father has a heart.

September 18th, 1994

Flying lessons are fun! I have improved a lot since I took the class run by Irma Wong, who looks like the girl that I saw in Diagon Alley who smiled at me. Strange coinsidence? My spelling has gone down since I got here, but I don't think it matters much since we hardly ever do any writing, and if we do its basic words like 'spin','throw', ect. The teachers don't expect us to use hard words.

Well we played a round of Quidditch above a real Quidditch Field. They mixed us up between ages so all the little kids didn't have to face the eighteen year old kids. That would be harsh.

September 22nd, 1994

Broke hand in Quidditch. Played keeper. Can't write.

September 25th, 1994

Stella Notulah - the nurse from the mad house - fixed my hand. Well it was so sore that it felt like it was still broken. Maybe it was or maybe it wasn't but my hand is back to normal. Though Stella says I should not play Quidditch for a couple of days, so I just watch Seamus play as Beater and Paula play as Chaser. It's fun as well, maybe I should say exciting! Paula's a great chaser! Maybe some day she'll play for a professional team.

Later-

Father writes to ask me how I am and how is the food and staff. I'm confused of what to say - mainly of fear of reproach. What would you do in my position? This is really terrible. If I don't write back, Father will come and find out for himself what detained me from writing. If I tell a lie, Father is sure to find out and he will punish me for it. I'm scared. I think I should go ask my friends about this one.

September 26th, 1994

I talked to Seamus first and he called my father a piece of scum, which I couldn't help to agree with. He said just lie away and don't worry about it. Paula was rather cautious with her answer, and just tell him the truth. So what do I do now? Well my feelings tell me that I should go ahead and tell him the truth, but that I'm fine and living. It's not like he cares. Most likely it was Mother who insisted that he ask. Here's a copy of the letter I wrote to him, and an attached letter to Mother.

Father -

I am fine and well. The beds are nothing compared to what we have at Malfoy Manor, and the food can't compare, but I'm well. I can survive on what they have here. I've met some kids my own age, and I hope this is not one of your plots to keep me away from kids my own age. - I really didn't write that past sentence in, but I was feeling it right then. Don't worry about me. I can handle myself.

Draco

Here was my letter to Mother. Somewhat longer and more heart put into it because why? She's my mother and I think if Father died, I would be able to handle myself with Mother. She doesn't worry about what house I'm put in unlike Father.

Mother- I'm fine here at Boarding School. I miss you very deeply, and even though you are miles away I feel your presence here. Don't worry about me. I've met new friends, and please don't tell Father because I think he's trying to tell me a message through the so-called torture here. I'm enrolled in Flying Classes which are fun. I usually play either keeper or seeker. The headmistress is strict but what can I say? She's a Headmistress of a Boarding School, Mother. How is everything at home? I hope they are all well. Are the you-know-whats bad (If any at all)? As I said don't worry about me. I'll be back for Winter Break which is coming faster than I know it.
Love,
Draco

The you-know-whats are the beatings that Father often does when he is in a bad mood and feels like he needs to pound out someone. What can I say? He's a mean old grouchy low-down scum, and he's even proud of it!

September 29th, 1994

We took Beginner's Defense Against the Dark Arts with Robin Thatcher, who is strict and nice in one. He seems to know a lot about the Dark Arts and defending yourself against it though he doesn't really go into depth about the different curses, ect like Father does. Mainly because he doesn't want the boarding school to be sued and he would be out of a job.

October 1st, 1994

Tears stream down my cheeks. I feel so humilated. So terribly humiliated to be a Malfoy. Why? The kids were making fun of me when I slipped and fell over a piece of food that happened to be on the floor. Though I'm not going to write Father, he'd just come and take me away from the only friends that I've ever had in my whole life. I'm never going to let him do that! That's the last thing I want to happen.

Why was it me who had to slip? Surely! It was probably a prank since we beat the sixth years in their own Quidditch match. Maybe it was because I caught the Golden Snitch. I think one of those reasons would be the right reason. My hands are wet from wiping my nose, but I don't care. At least Paula, Seamus, and several of the other kids stood up for my defense. The sixth years are still laughing about it.

I feel so angry that I want to go up and punch the lights out of them. Which I don't think I could manage because well they're so much taller than I am. I'm not even a first year at Hogwarts. Well I'll be there next year and not here. Paula told me her Father sounded like mine, and I guess I was right when I saw a scar that she had on her back at the pool. Luckily I hadn't taken a beating recently, and the rest of them faded with my pale skin.

Now once in my life, I've found someone who shares the same predicament as me. How extrodinary!

October 2nd, 1994

We got progress reports today. I'll copy mine in. I'm so happy because I'm actually doing well in these classes - beginner or not I understand the information! The teacher comments are actually what surprise me. I'll tell you about that later.

Charms: Draco is a delight to teach. He has above satisfactory work in Charms.

Defense Against the Dark Arts: Draco seems to think often of home when he's in my class, but other than that I believe he is doing extremely well in DADA. His reports are well written and his vocabulary is more devolped than any others.

Potions: Except for one incident of an exploding potion because of his lab partner, Draco has done well in class. I hope he continues to his next school with the knowledge he knows.

Flying: Draco is a skilled flier and I hope he plays on a team one day.

Etiquette/Manners: Draco seems like he does not need these classes, as he knows everything. You have one extremely polite, and fine mannered young gentleman.

Transfiguration: A delight to teach, and is simply one of my best students.

Well the comment that I'm a delight to teach is certainly new to me, as Father always called me a nuisance and that I was no good in the Malfoy family blood line. Well this will finally prove Father wrong with my grades. They've given us a copy, and sent off the other copy to our parents. Father will be proud!

October 10th, 1994

I heard some of the older students speak about a dance. Does that mean we'll be invited? I hope so but I don't know who to ask as a date - if I have to.

October 11th, 1994

The Headmistress made an announcement that all years are invited to this formal event. You must wear dress robes, and if you would like to bring a date you may, but that is optional. The dance will be on October 31st, and I can't wait. I'm going to ask Paula tomorrow. Seamus told me he was asking some other girl. Claire I think was. She's nice too, but I don't have that many classes with her. Though I think she looks like a Gryffindor.

Seamus told me that he was probably going to get into Gryffindor. It's what everyone's talking about. I don't know why but Hogwarts is the chosen topic of the month. I'm ashamed to say it, but after Paula said proudly if I ever went to Hogwarts I'd be in Slytherin. Then I started to say it and gradually everyone else did who did not have the courage to speak up before.

October 25th, 1994

I have a really bad feeling. I can't explain it. Sorry I can't write. It's really busy this week.

October 30th, 1994

The dance was great! Paula looked very pretty in her dress at least that's what I thought. She blushed when I asked her to dance with me. What's wrong with dancing? Well maybe because we're so young. Barely anyone else our age was on the floor. For us it was a social hour. Well I'll never forget that first dance.

Why? Her arms were around my neck and I was looking at her and smiling. Indeed it was one of the happy moments of my life. I felt like I was in heaven, high among the clouds. It was like I didn't want to fall back to Earth again. I didn't mind it at all that everyone stared at us, the youngest on the dance floor. I didn't care at all. I only cared that I was with one of my best friend, and that was the only part of that mattered. Me and Paula.

November 3rd, 1994

"I have come for my son, Draco." The words ring in my ears. I'm angry at the world - minus Paula, and Seamus. It appears that Father has changed his mind about sending me to boarding school. I'm never going to see Paula again, maybe. There's a slim chance, but I can't rely on just that. Seamus I'll probably see in the Gryffindor House, but my chances are that once we get there it's over.

We gave each other best friend key-chains, hand-made in charms class. They're for good luck. I'm wearing my around my neck, and looking out the window bitterly. The snow is beginning to fall, and I'm alone once more.

November 5th, 1994

It seems like I'm totally changed. From that moment I picked up my quill on July 16th, 1994 - it's been almost five months! I've changed a lot. Mainly because of my father's insanity. He ignores me, and when I complain about the work I am beaten badly. No one can compare with that. I don't think that even Paula's father is this cruel. How blind was I? If they were my friends they would come and bring me back.

I hate them! I hate their kind! I hate the kind of the mudbloods, and all those people! It's hard for me to see my tears drop on this page. I want to run away! I want to run and be free rather than live here. The snow falls, much like my tears...

November 16th, 1994

After days of planning, I've run away. Finally I can be free!

**

November 17th, 1994

"Honey? Dear?" A fuzzy face stood before Draco Malfoy and he blinked away the tears that were frozen to his face. "Thank goodness you're alright." Draco looked around the room. He was tucked into bed wearing a rather baggy t-shirt and pants. "Who are you?"

The lady offered him a cup of hot chocolate. Draco was too tired to worry about strangers and accepted it gratefully. After once sip life came back to his mouth. "Draco." He said mutely. He didn't bother mentioning his last name.

"My name is Glenda Granger. We found you outside in the cold weather. What were you doing outside? Where are your parents?" Glenda Granger asked, concerned. A young girl sat in the corner of the guest bedroom. She had bushy brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes.

"I ran away from home." Draco said, feeling ashamed.

"Do you want me to take you home?"

"No! Please?" Draco asked, reluctant to going home.

"Why do you say that Draco?"

"My Father was mean, and he was trying to ..." 'Should I say it? Tell them that I'm a wizard?' His thoughts were interrupted by Glenda's voice.

"Hermione, Have you done your homework?" She asked during Draco's silence.

"Yes, Mother. All the charms, potions,-" Her mother shot her a look as if to say 'he could be a muggle like me'. "Oh yes. Sorry."

"But I'm a wizard too!" Draco said, sitting up quickly. He set the empty cup on the night stand in the guest bedroom. "I'm going to Hogwarts next year." Draco said.

"Oh well that's a relief. We don't have to hide much from you then." Glenda smiled, and patted his shoulder. "You can stay here a couple of days and then we'll see how you feel upon going home." Draco nodded and before Glenda left the room, he'd said something that he couldn't believe he'd done.

"Thank you." The words escaped his lips before he could ever say anything else. Glenda smiled at him and nodded, leaving the door open. He expected Hermione to leave but, she didn't she stayed there staring at him.

"You're going to Hogwarts next year?" Hermione asked brightly. Apparently she didn't know much about him or his father.

"Yes. You're going too right?" Draco asked, for a confirmation.

"Yes. I just found out that I was a witch." Hermione exclaimed happily.

"Are you a mudblood?" Draco asked, simply.

"A what?"

Draco sighed, and didn't have enough strength to explain further. "Never mind."

"Sounds nasty."

"Something I'm confused about.. What's your name again?" Draco asked.

"Hermione. Hermione Granger."

**

November 18th, 1994

An abrupt knock came on the door. Glenda opened it. "Hello, May I help you?"

"I'm looking for my son. Perhaps you have seen him?" Lucius held out a picture of Draco. Glenda stared at it. A decision came upon her, whether to reveal the boy's location or to just simply say 'Nope! Haven't seen him.' "Don't bother, muggle. I used a tracking charm, and I know he's here. I have come to collect him." He tried to walk inside the house, but Glenda placed her arm firmly on the door post.

"Mister??"

"Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy."

"Right. Mister Malfoy, I didn't give you permission to enter my house!" Glenda protested.

"Well does this then?" Lucius drew his wand.

"You aren't coming into my house and that's final!"

"Petrific Totalus!" Lucius commanded and Glenda was frozen in her place.

Draco and Hermione had heard the commotion and came down the stairs. "Father!" Draco bellowed. "Get out of here!"

"Draco, you are my son. It is my duty to take you home."

"But I don't want to go home." Draco said stubbornly.

"Don't make this anymore difficult than I have to."

"What if I am going to?"

"Then I'll torture you." Lucius said simply. Draco gluped looked at his new-found friend and silently mouthed 'good-bye'. She nodded her head and gave a weak smile. "I thought you'd see my way." Lucius said. "Now fly home. If I don't find you at home, I'll punish you when I find you. Don't push my good-nature."

Lucius stayed behind, modifying the memories of Hermione Granger, and Glenda Granger taking all evidence of Draco ever being there behind with him. That is why Draco and Hermione never knew of the tale that they could have been friends - had it not been for Lucius Malfoy. Or they had been friends, but a years time would change everything.

**

November 29th, 1994

I've turned bitter and hateful. I snap at everyone - except you. I hope it doesn't change this. Well I think it could and I want you to know that I didn't want any of this to happen. If it were my will I'd still be back at boarding school with Seamus, Paula, and all my friends.

December 4th, 1994

I'm looking in the mirror now and all I see is the plain face of Draco Malfoy. I look stern, less like the boy I was and more like the Lucius I am to become. Will anything get any worse? I think so. I'm going to see You-Know-Who tomorrow.

December 15th, 1994

This time I said nothing and just stared at the ceiling. I don't think anyone noticed, but they probably thought I was looking at them since I have to look up to every adult I meet. Well it helped me to get through the meeting. Father says Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle will have to be friends during Hogwarts.

December 19th, 1994

Crabbe and Goyle are here. It's an unfortunate thing.

December 25th, 1994

Today I am actually feeling happy because it's Christmas! Well I got a new broomstick, a Nimbus '94 and several other toys which will soon have the drool of Crabbe and Goyle all over them. Father now eyes my journal whenever I have it tucked under my arm, and I suppose he wonder what I write in it. Though I've been sure to have people check it out that there are no charms. If there was a charm, I'm sure he would have punished me by now.

January 1st, 1995

I have one thing to write : Happy New Year. I would like to be in New York City right now and watch the infamous Times Square Ball drop. Mother talks about her trip there once with some of her girlfriends after she graduated from Hogwarts. The way she describes it is a gathering of people - mixed wizards and witches.

Father says the Wizards and Witches are much too complex for that. Oh well. I really don't care what Father says after all he did to me.

January 4th, 1995

I often wonder why Father takes away all the friends that I manage to make by myself. It's uncanny that everytime I start to make a friend, Father comes along and whisks me away. Or in Hermione's case, that I had been rescued by them. The time that she goes to Hogwarts she will have no memory of me. Maybe deja vu, but no real memory of my existance before Hogwarts.

January 17th, 1995

I wish I could just use the Avada Kedavra curse on Father right now. He beat me for no apparant reason and now there are bruises on my arms and on my back. Welcome to Malfoy family life. If you thought you had it bad, look at my arms and back. In America, it is illegal to hit your wife or children. I wonder if it is illegal here.

January 29th, 1995

Father has the Guiness Book of World Records 1994 in his library, I am reading it as I write. Some things are bizarre, but there has been an added Witches and Wizards edition to this. I think it's fascinating and it helps me to escape life without going farther than my own room.

February 2nd, 1995

I'm longing for a friend or someone to talk to. This is shameful.

February 8th, 1995

I was searching through the library and found the Malfoy family picture book. I brought it upstairs and I'm looking at it. It traces the Malfoys generations back and back and back. It appears that most of the married Malfoys had one child. "Civilized people would only find it decent to have one child." Father says stiffly. Still I don't see why they couldn't have had another child because then I might not be so lonely anymore.

February 14th, 1995

Happy Valentines day! Yeah. Valentines' day is for sissies. Love is fickle. Who knows? Maybe I won't marry and I'll just be Mr. Draco Malfoy, single bachelor for life. I got that one from Father. He's a sexist or whatever that means. He's also got a very perverted mind. I'll tell you later. He's coming and I don't want him to catch me with this open.

February 28th, 1995

Father says that I am ready to kill the traitor for the Death Eaters. He has brought the man into our dungeons and he will supervise this. It's set for this afternoon. I don't know if I can do it because I'm killing another human and it's just not right. Who would have thought that a Malfoy couldn't kill someone! What a shame!

March 7th, 1995

I'm sitting here looking at Mother's white persian cat that Father had bought her for her anniversary. Despite how much he hates cats, Mother loves them. I suppose I do, as long as they don't use their nails. This one seems like me.. I don't know why but in an uncanny way he does.

March 8th, 1995

I think I hear things at night and wake up sweating. Either its a prophecy or it's just a strange coinsidence. Last night I dreamed that I got into the Slytherin House and Seamus got into Gryffindor. Then we were enemies from then on. I dreamed about Hermione, and she also got sorted into Gryffindor. She didn't remember me.

Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy were three of my Slytherin "friends" but I detested them. I dreamed Pansy was trying to kiss me. Yech! To think of such a thing is horrid. Even for me. Pansy's a bad egg, and I think everyone around her can smell her rotten stench.

March 16th, 1995

Today would have been Seamus's Birthday. He would have been ten years old. I hold the charm that's hung around my neck and think of them silently. Tears roll down my eyes as I think about this. How I wish to be back in boarding school - no matter how bad the Headmistress was.

March 20th, 1995

I've been training and training into the Dark Arts. Father says I'm at least up to a killing standard. It makes me proud! I have the power now! I can do anything, and boss people around. Though I'm not going to at Hogwarts, I'll blow my only chance to allow people to meet the real Malfoy family.

March 23rd, 1995

Father is extremely busy with the Ministry of Magic and Death Eaters. Though he doesn't speak much at dinner anymore. He just eats dinner and goes upstairs to sleep. Mother and I are quite relieved. No more beatings for now.

April 1st, 1995

He's back. The real mean Lucius I mean. Well I was snooping around in his private studies, and almost got caught but I insisted that I was reading the dictionary, which the servents know I am rather fond of. Mainly looking up the words that Father uses and I don't understand.

Father is plotting against another boy - Harry Potter. I've heard about him. Father calls him scum and his parents were like-wise. He, doesn't seem that different than me. Perhaps I'll meet him someday. Father also writes that he'll be attending Hogwarts soon. I wonder what will happen when we meet.

April 13th, 1995

It's Friday the 13th. I put frogs into Father's shoes and blamed it on a House Elf. I also happened to cover my toys with dirty and when Crabbe and Goyle tried to eat them they choked and gagged. I thought it was hilarious. However they thought it was less than pleasant, but I explained I was playing with my toys in the dirt. They're so stupid they actually believed me!

April 20th, 1995

Mother was beaten yesterday. It hurts my heart to hear her screaming "No Lucius! No!" and then there would be awful noise and the wretched light flashing from under the crack in the door. I hate it and I hate Father of all things!

April 27th, 1995

I hate this stupid thing! It was all made up by my Father. Good bye! I hate you! I'll throw you in the fire so that there's no evidence of my thoughts what-so-ever. This whole time has made me feel pointless. Like there was no point in living. I don't have any friends, and the only kids my age that come over are Crabbe and Goyle who I have grown to detest strongly. Maybe they won't be in Slytherin next year at Hogwarts!

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