August 13
When pride and dignity fails you, what do you have left? There is nothing to hold on to. I'm falling through this black void and the only thing I'm waiting for is the crash…
Draco Malfoy
August 20
The day has dawned but the sun is hiding, casting clouds overhead. Grey rain falls from a black sky. Puddles splash violently with every hit they endure from the merciless sky. Tonight is the ceremony, the induction, the signing-of-my-soul. Call it what you will, it is slavery. All for honor, all for the family name.
Draco Malfoy
August 20 later
The pain in my flesh is a blunt, poisoned blade forcing its way through skin and bone. My body disregards my resolve; I'm shaking so hard and tears are pouring from my agonized eyes fast and free. Mother has an arm around me, hoping to erase the pain she willingly brought upon me. She knows she can't do anything, so why does she still attempt? Guilt, no doubt. My father sees my pain as a "rite of passage" into the world. "How do you expect to fight for the Dark Lord if you can't even handle a little burn?" I know, though, how he reacted. Screaming and grunting, far worse than me. When is he going to give up the façade that the Malfoy name has been soiled? That there's no hope for our lost cause? Until death, until Death.
Draco Malfoy
August 23
Mother is treading cautiously around me. She's terrified of me. Of what I might do now that I've joined the force. Perhaps she thinks I'll be like Father…I won't. I'm not an arrogant bastard despite what many believe. It's all in the act I've been raised to perform. And the play doesn't end until the last man falls, until the heavy curtain closes on everyone.
Draco Malfoy
August 26
Diagon Alley is so full of life and laughter. The warm colors and cobblestones present such a homey scene. I've always longed to belong here, to enjoy myself as the others around me, but I can't. I belong to the dark. I've always been an outcast here, cut off from the festive feelings, and I always will. So I follow Father to Knockturn Alley, where the Dark presses down on everyone, and I am home.
Draco Malfoy
August 28
After months of painful waiting, I am finally leaving this prison. The tall hedges act as iron bars, the obnoxious albino peacocks are my sentries. But I am going to be free. September 1st is just a few days away. I've packed my trunk two days ago immediately after arriving at the Manor from shopping. I've unpacked and rechecked everything. I've repacked. Why can't time go faster? The minutes drag on like smog over London, omnipresent and oppressive. Just a few more days and I'll be back within the comforting stone walls, the delicious scents wafting from the Great Hall, the green and eerie Common Room. Just a few more days and I'll finally be home.
Draco Malfoy
August 31
Tomorrow. It hangs dauntingly and teasingly in front of me, just beyond the barrier of marked time. Tomorrow. It makes today seem slow and terrible. I'm aggravated and moody. Everything seems to be going wrong. Why can't it be tomorrow?
Draco Malfoy