Sometimes my friends have weird ideas. It was sixth year and we all sat in a circle in the dungeons. Crab and Goyle were stuffing their faces with food as usual with a disgusting haste. Pansy was practically jumping up and down excited. I wasn't really paying attention to the others. I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. I was tired it was near December and I still haven't achieved what lord Voldemort asked of me. The weight of the task crushes me more and more. I feel myself breaking more and more. Rubbing my eyes I began to listen to Pansy's crazy idea.

"Listen, someone showed this to me this summer. I don't know if it will work but it's worth a try…ok this is a spell you cast on someone and they'll enter a world different from their own. Here is the catch: it reveals to you what you truly want. I can't tell you it works but we could try for fun sakes. I'm just going to say I won't feel bad if someone gets hurt," Pansy said in a loud voice. There were only six of us but no one seemed to jump at this ridiculous notion. I don't have time for this I have my father and Lord Voldemort constantly down my throat I don't need more trouble.

"Draco~" Pansy whined at me, 'you'll try just for me right?"

My eyes were open as I growled, "Pansy, I haven't got time for your games."

"Just try it! I doubt it's going to work,' Pansy whined some more. I could tell no one was in the mood for her whining so I agreed. She told me to close my eyes. I did after watching her pull out her wand. She whispered the incantation…nothing.

"I told you it was a waste of time," I said reopening my eyes.

"I really thought it was going to work!" Pansy said backing away from me back into her spot. With a disappointed murmur all six of us left to our dorms. I climbed into bed closed my curtains cast the protective spells and slept holding my wand tightly in my hands.

The next day I received an owl making the hard truth crash down on me again. I finally cleared the idea out of my head and leave it to my father to remind me. I opened the letter.

Draco Malfoy,

If you do not hurry the pace I will have you punished. Have you been working on a plan for what the Lord has asked of you to do? It is your job to redeem your family's honor.

Lucius Malfoy.

I threw the letter aside and suddenly felt sick. Barging into the bathroom I leant close to the toilet and began to cry. I grabbed the toilet's edges so hard my fingers began to hurt. Why couldn't the spell have worked? Why was he still I still in this mess? Why do I, a boy who is capable of so little, have been trusted with a large task? Did they know I would fail? Or that I was incapable of taking a person's life?

More questions came at me mercilessly as I cried in the bathroom stall. I closed my mouth as I heard people walk into the bathroom—first years. I sighed staying quiet until they left. How many times was I going to break down like this?

"I know you are in there Malfoy," Professor Snape said standing in front of my stall.

"How?" I ask. God I have a lot of questions.

"Anyone can hear your crying from miles away," Professor Snape added. I didn't say anything at first.

"I don't need your help," I growl opening the stall door moving quickly to the sink.

"It seems you very much need it Draco," Snape said coming at me, "I am here to help I don't see why you don't understand that?'

"It's a task for me to complete not you. I have my family's honor riding on this task," I say.

"Honor Draco? Who do you think will give it to you? Lord Voldemort? No, he knows you're going to fail. Honor is earned when you show you can be trusted and do the right thing. Your family's honor has been gone long before you were born," Snape snarled at me before leaving. I was beyond shocked. I never expected to hear that out of his mouth. I breathed calming myself down. I took one look in the mirror and rushed to breakfast.

The Great Hall was full of students bustling about eating breakfast with their lovely friends. I saw Potter and his friends at their table talking happily. Wait until after what my task is done those smiles will be wiped off their faces. I sighed. This wasn't going to work. It used to cheer me up know I won't be the only miserable one (for different reasons). Then I thought about how mine will probably last longer. This fire in me told I wasn't going to do it. I wasn't going to kill Dumbledore.

I rushed to the room of requirement for some odd reason. I opened the door not knowing what I will find. It was a storage room, beautiful in fact. I just gasped at all the trinkets and bottles of potions and other objects that filled the vast room. I could do potions in here (meaning the room of requirement) and maybe begin my 'plan to kill Dumbledore' fiasco here. I was alone that made me feel good.

I saw a book on a table and picked it up. I flipped through the pages and found all pages filled to the rims with handwritten words. I smiled thinking that just maybe I should start writing a journal calling it: The Fails of Draco Malfoy. I shuddered at the idea but I kept it in mind. I saw a book on a shelf that read 'Muggle'. I picked it up. Staring at the blank cover page I put the book down. I ventured more into the room discovering a tall triangle shaped closet. It was black sleek and had beautiful golden carvings. I saw this before at a shop but I paid no more attention to it.

It was long into the afternoon before I came out of the room smiling at myself for the beautiful discovery. I was nearly to the Great Hall for lunch before my minions (obviously Crab and Goyle) called up to me.

"We didn't see you in class today," Crab said sluggishly.

"We understand that maybe you would ditch herbology but never potions," Goyle said. I stopped to look at them.

"How do you know that Goyle you're not even in the same class as me," I growl at him a bit annoyed that they chose to day to be insightful.

"The trio was talking about you," Crab said.

"About me? Why?" I asked suddenly curious.

"They said you've been acting weird and Potter suspects you are up to something," Goyle interjected. I turned around leaving Crab and Goyle alone to head off to breakfast. I was back at the room of requirement famished. I wish I went to eat yet I didn't want to be in the room full of people. I opened the door to the storage room looking for a table to sit at. I stopped there was a plate of food sitting there. I was convinced that the room reads minds. I sat down to eat.

It was potions class first lesson and I forced myself to drag my feet there. Professor Slug Horn was already teaching the class. Potter and Weasley looked at me suspiciously and I just ignored them slipping into a chair in the back. I listened to Slug Horn as the lesson went on. Harry was outshining everyone again and it bugged me. The only subject I excelled at and he had to take away my thunder.

"Wonderful Harry! Just wonderful!' Professor Slug Horn acclaimed patting Potter on his back. I growled and Harry turned to look at me. I glared and he glared back with the same ferocity. The Professor noticed this and asked Potter and I to come see him after lessons. The bell rang and instantly I was out of the door. Potter followed calling out to me.

"Malfoy wait!" Harry called. I kept walking. He grabbed my shoulder turning me around.

"I haven't got time for you oh chosen one," I growl shoving him aside rushing out down the hallway. I ran to the room of requirement. Life was getting weird really weird. Maybe the spell worked. No my life would be better. I was tired so I found myself in a bedroom with a large king sized bed with beautiful green linens with silver threading. Dressing down to my boxers I sighed slamming my face into the fluffy pillows. I heard a knock. Instantly I knew I was followed. I hid myself in the nice cold linens scared they would be able to enter. The door opened and it was…Dumbledore?