Author's Note: This chapter takes place during Draco's first year. Draco's letters are in italics.

Draco was never bluffing when he said, "Wait till my father hears about this." His father did indeed hear about everything.

Lucius Malfoy quickly lost track of the number of letters that he received from his son. They were all basically the same. In his letters, Draco liked to complain about how all the professors favored Harry Potter and how they allowed Potter to get away with everything. Draco really was upset when Potter got a Nimbus Two Thousand so that he could play Quidditch.

Father, my current broom has nothing on the Nimbus Two Thousand. I thought that Malfoys were supposed to have the best of everything. That's what you always say. It isn't fair that Potter has something better than I have. I want a better broom than Potter has. Potter needs to know that I'm better than him.

And even worse, Potter is being allowed to play Quidditch, but not me. Potter was caught flying on a broom without permission. He should have been expelled. But no, instead of being expelled, he's now the new Seeker for the Gryffindor team. The professors are always rewarding him for breaking the rules. I don't understand why there are rules if Potter is allowed to break them.

Draco also complained about Hermione Granger.

Father, the professors think that Granger is so brilliant. I don't know why. She's just an annoying Know-It-All. She's such a showoff, and I can't see how anyone can tolerate it. And even worse, she's a Mudblood. But despite all this, the professors love her. They are always giving her points for her "cleverness." They, however, never give me the credit that I deserve. My grades are better than hers. But the professors don't care. It's all about Mudblood Granger. The world is so unfair.

And to spice things up, Draco sometimes complained about Potter's idiotic sidekick, one of those Weasley boys. Draco never mentioned him by name.

Father, I don't understand why everyone thinks that Potter is so wonderful. Look at his friends. The Weasley boy he hangs out with is such an idiot. Yet, Potter would rather be friends with him than with me. How dare Potter insult me like that. He shouldn't be allowed to get away with that. I'm tired of Potter being allowed to get away with everything. Potter needs to be put into his proper place for once in his life.

Lucius quickly came to dread the sight of his son's owl. After a while, Lucius didn't even bother with opening the letters.

Lucius, however, didn't want Draco thinking that he was no longer reading his many letters. Narcissa, after all, had told him many times that he should be proud that Draco looked up to him so much and that he counted on his father to fix his problems.

But just because he couldn't deny his wife anything did not mean that Lucius had to torture himself. So, he came up with a brilliant idea. He would just find a way to keep Draco's owl from delivering his letters to him. Draco didn't need to know about this. Just as long as Draco thought that his father was receiving his letters, then Lucius was still technically doing his duty of being a supportive, understanding parent who Draco could vent on.

Besides, Narcissa could always comfort the boy during the holidays. She loved fussing over Draco anyways.

Through the use of some threats and well-worded arguments, Lucius managed to convince his son's owl to not deliver Draco's letters to him anymore.

This solution, however, left the owl in a bit of a bind. He was, after all, obligated to deliver his master's letters to someone.

But if that someone wasn't Lucius Malfoy, then it had to be someone who he wouldn't mind receiving them instead. It had to be someone Lucius would trust with his son's most private thoughts.

"What is all this?" Severus Snape muttered to himself as he looked at the huge pile of letters on his desk.

Severus picked up the first letter and immediately recognized his godson's handwriting.

Father, McGonagall gave me detention for doing the right thing. I told her that Potter and his friends were out of bed during the night, and for that, she decided to punish me. It's so unfair. I didn't do anything wrong. She would have never known that her precious Gryffindors were misbehaving if not for me. She should have rewarded me.

Severus picked up another letter, also from his godson.

Father, I had to serve detention in the Forbidden Forest. And I had to do servant's work. And then Potter and I ran into this scary creature. I could have been hurt. Yet, no one seems to care that I was placed in danger. It's not fair. How dare anyone treat me like this.

Even though Severus did not care much for Potter (he was so much like his father), the Potions Professor also didn't care to hear about all of Draco's whining and complaining.

Severus picked up another letter from Draco.

Father, Slytherin should have won the House Cup. But then, Dumbledore had to reward "special" points to precious Potter and to precious Potter's friends. Granger, of course, got points for her use of logic. And Potter's Weasel sidekick got some points as well. I forgot for what, but it definitely wasn't for something that was worth any points. I've done more notable things than the Weasel ever has, but Dumbledore has yet to give me any points.

Father, Dumbledore even gave points to Longbottom, and that idiot of a boy is essentially a Squib. Dumbledore, however, just couldn't have his precious Potter losing to me.

Severus then heard the sound of wings. He groaned. It was Draco's owl, carrying yet another letter.

"Do I look like Draco's father to you?" Severus growled dangerously at the owl. "I see no similarities in our names. Lucius Malfoy is completely different from Severus Snape. Both the spelling and the sounds are different. Now, if you don't want me to strangle you, then you better not let me see another letter from Draco."

Now the owl had no idea what he was going to do. He didn't know anyone else Lucius Malfoy wouldn't mind receiving his son's letters.

But then the owl suddenly brightened. There was someone else he could deliver his master's letters to.

There were, after all, rumors that the Dark Lord was still alive.