This is a monologue of Draco, during the half-blood prince. I do not own any of the anything to do with Harry potter, that is owned by J.k Rowling.
My name has always carried power and brought icy dread to the people on the end of my family's fury. I always introduced myself surname first, my first name never seemed to matter. My family mean the world to me. But when that man who is darkness became involved, I began to understand how much they mean to me.
That man, that darkness, that monster, crawls all over my family, taking our money, home and free will. We always have to be perfect. He makes us feel low and weak, as if we were not mighty and high. People say we like the darkness, that we like that monster. Yet not everything is that black and white. We like the darkness, it is in our blood. But that man does not belong here. He belongs dead.
I remember when I was young, I took life for granted. I had unlimited money, always had company and was always told I was right. I grew up believing there was no darkness in the world, that my family was perfect. I wanted to become my father, he was the object of my awe. Yet as I have aged I have become wiser, my father hurts people. My father isn't perfect, he can be weak and cowardly. Yet in the eyes of the public and of lower company, he is a lord, powerful and commanding, someone not to be reckoned with.
My friends were fun and witty, now they are quiet and malicious. They used to agree with me, stay with me and support me. Now they disagree with me, blame me and hurt me. My smile use to be full of wonder and happiness, as bright as a star glistening in the sky. Yet now, I do not smile, I do nothing, the only thing, seen on my face is pain or sadness. Yet the emotion is normally wiped away to replace a blank face.
When I went to Hogwarts, I met others, others who weren't like me. They had different views and ideas to mine. I met a boy, one who was my opposite in everything and yet I wanted him to be with me. To be my companion. He seemed to have such an innocence to the world, our world. I believed if I could show him that not all our world is bad, and that he could be my light in the dark. Yet I ruined my chance, and put my pain on him. I could not believe that I was wrong or bad, I could not believe that I was like my father, the one I thought was pure.
The monster gave me a mission, an impossible one, it is impossible as it would mean killing my family's only hope of being saved, of getting out. Others seem to think I don't have to do it, that I can just stop, that I am free to leave. Yet they do not understand that I am not free, none of us are. I am marked, scarred and bound to serve. If I do not complete my mission, then there will be no need for help, as there will be no family. If I fail then we die, my family dies. Along with my hope, as without them I am nothing.
The cabinet, which sits in the centre of the overcrowded, endless room, sits there innocently. As if it was made to be there. It's broken. Like me I guess, yet it does not feel my pain, my sadness, my loneliness. I am in the dark, I have no help, no guidance to fix it. The cabinet slowly becomes better, then it breaks again, normally taking a life with it. I feel horrible, I have to kill. I wish I could not feel, to be blank, like the cabinet. To just be broken, without a care in the world.
But then what would happen to my family. I believe if I played the part. The part of being loyal, of being a monster. Then I will be able to save my family, even if I have to kill our last hope. I have to at least try, for my family. For me, I am Draco.