Draco Malfoy – Pride
Malfoy. It's the name that makes up my life – my family name. It's been in our family for countless generations, and it marks our pureblood genes. Not one member of our family has a speck of mudblood in them. We are pure and clean - a sign of authority. In fact, our family does have authority in the wizard society. My father would make a great Minister, but he's not interested in politics. Putting an Imperius curse on the foolish Minister would suit him much better, but he has better things to do.
We Malfoys have always been a high-class family. We are respected from our ancestry and wealth. In fact, one of my super-great-grandfathers was good friends with Salazar Slytherin himself. Perhaps that is why we are faithful to the Dark Lord – it is in our blood.
Some people don't respect the name. Those arrogant people think that they're better than me, they're wrong. The only one who is better than my family is the Dark Lord. Otherwise, I can't imagine how they would get that fantasy. A great example is Harry Potter. He's only famous because of the bloody scar on his head. If his parents didn't try and stand up to the Dark lord, he'd be dead and not the piece of scum that he is today. He did nothing to deserve the fame, yet he soaks it in. It may sound like I'm jealous, but I could never envy a half-blood.
Some of the things Potter does to attract attention really bothers me. My family would never seek attention, but Potter is a lost dog without it. Everybody thinks he's a hero, but I can see right through the façade. He was only an infant when the Dark Lord disappeared, an infant for Merlin's sake! He didn't defeat him in a duel, he just got lucky. Every time Potter defeats the Dark Lord is by pure luck. That or he gets help from others, and still takes all of the glory. All events, from the Sorcerer's Stone to the catastrophe at the Ministry last summer, lead Potter to more and more of the spotlight. When the Dark Lord finally defeats him, I'll be very happy.
It was an honor to become a Death eater at sixteen, but also very frightening. The Dark Lord's powers chill my bones – he is the strongest being in the universe. I'm not sure if my job to kill Dumbledore was an honor, or an excuse for me to fail my family. He is very angry with my father, so if I fail, He might kill my family. I refuse to fail, though – I will not let my family down.
One bad thing about being a Death Eater is the responsibility. Because I was chosen for a special task, I couldn't be distracted by anything. My fling with Pansy had to end once we went back to Hogwarts. I had to spend more time plotting than studying. I was no longer a normal sixteen-year-old. No, now I was a loyal follower of the Dark Lord. I was under His wing, and I could not fail Him. Petty school stuff no longer mattered to me. All I wanted was to please Him, and keep my family and honor safe.
The only reason I was attending Hogwarts was to get close to Dumbledore. He was a fool to trust me and let me back for another term. I would plot right under his crooked nose. The most powerful wizard of his age? What a lie – the Dark Lord was much stronger. He was a thick fool. I could murder with ease because it would be easy. He trusts all of his students and teachers. Snape is a loyal Death Eater, and a spy for the Dark Lord. Dumbledore thinks Snape is loyal to him, which shows his poor judge of character. That foolish old man won't realize I'm going to kill him until the green light flashes before his blue eyes.
Here's a literature test - try and find all of the irony and sarcasm, because there is a LOT xD
I've never written a story with humans...so bear with me and my language on it.
I lurve Draco btws. He, Sirius, and Remus are my HP crushes.
~Skyy
