People feel this undeniable urge to instantly dislike me. I'd even go so far as to say that they hate me.
What I live by is a code of values that have been instilled in me by my parents. My father in particular – does this make me a bad person? I'd like to think not. It's what most people my age would do. It just so happens that the vast majority of people don't agree with my set of values.
So what; I'm a little bit of a brat. That's how my family raised their children. My father and my mother are rich – some of the richest in the wizarding community; this means that we could afford some luxuries that other families couldn't. Yes, we live in a manor, yes, we have peacocks. So these things necessarily make me, as some people label me, 'evil'?
School does little to help people's attitude towards me. I may be a Slytherin, but this does not mean that I'm not intelligent. As any self-respecting member of my house will tell you, providing that you don't ask the likes of Crabbe and Goyle, I could easily outstrip Hermione Granger, if I wasn't allowing her to do better than me in the lessons we shared. Okay, I'll admit, apart from potions; I had a slight advantage in the fact that Severus Snape is not only head of Slytherin House, he was also a Death Eater…
On that note, just because my father was a Death Eater and was in Lord Voldermort's inner circle; this not a reflection on me at all! So what; I took on the mission to kill Dumbledore – but, he was threatening my family and all I hold dear. What else could I have done? Allow him to kill them all? I don't think so, my dear friend.
I like to think of myself as being severely misunderstood: it's not like I could control people and their perception of me – if I could, then, my life may have been very different. I may still have been in Slytherin, but, maybe, just maybe, I would have been happy there. As it stands, I was miserable; my confidence was mere bravado. Inside, there were days that I wished I could simply fade away. It's not like Hogwarts would have missed me… Crabbe and Goyle may have – but, that's besides the point. What I am trying to say is that, without me, things would have gone on: the Chosen, Golden Potter Boy would have conquered evil and, I would have faded into mediocrity and I would have been happy with that.
If I'm honest, I do understand why people hate me. I was the so-called Slytherin Prince and I hated that title and the connotations that were associated with it. I was treated unfairly by other members of staff in the school, such as the fool that was Alastor Moody – okay, he wasn't a fool, but, the man DID turn me into a ferret, and, that is bound to make anyone a little bit annoyed.
On the whole, I am sure that you can, now at least, see things from my perspective. I did not make the conscious choice that led to the occurrences that happened at Hogwarts during You-Know-Who's final reign of terror. Moreover, it was caused by factors around me; such as my parents, my genealogy and the prejudices of some of the Hogwarts' staff. I hope I have made my point clear and, in that, I hope that you can find it in your hearts to no longer hate me.
Draco Malfoy.