Dear Father,
You don't listen to me anymore. It's as if you don't even care what my life is like or anything. It's as if my life isn't valuable enough to listen to. Is that it? Am I just not worth your precious time?
I'm miserable and your not even concerned. My life sucks but as long as I follow every wish you have, you don't give a care. And if I try and explain this to you, you tell me to shut it.
I'm not aloud to show any emotion around you or you mock me, say I've gone mushy and crap. What would you rather have me do? Keep it all inside until I burst out and kill someone? That's what you'd like isn't it? For me to just break down and kill someone? Preferably a mud blood or precious Potter- since your master can't seem to bloody do it.
Well, guess what? I don't want to kill anyone, or join that nasty group of Death Eaters. I think they're all scum. Actually I know they're scum, because they are just like you. You are a piece of crap. If I had the choice of bunking with Hermione Granger or being within 100 feet of you- I would choose Granger in a heartbeat. Because at least she's decent. At least she cares about something, and it's not offering your entire life- even your son- to some overrated, control freak who can't even kill a stupid 15 year old boy!
Well listen, I'm sick of it all! I'm sick of you treating me like I'm some Quaffle you can toss in every which way you feel like, I'm sick of you offering my life to some fiend I don't even like, but most of all I'm sick of being ignored.
Good bye Father, maybe the next son you have will turn out better then me but I'm done with it all- especially you.
-Draco
Draco re-read his letter several times, took a deep breath, crumpled it up and threw it in the fire, knowing his father eyes would never look upon the burning words.