Hero
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. I'm not trying to steal Harry, Draco, Ginny or any other Harry Potter character from J.K. Rowling- I don't deserve to own them.
I know this is kinda short but it's just the introduction.
I know this doesn't sound like me, but maybe I've changed. Or maybe you haven't really been seeing me all these years. -DM
I sit here awaiting my impending execution. The headquarters are filled with the buzzing anticipation of the death of the wizarding world's greatest traitor… and hero. I expect it will be painful, long, drawn-out and torturous, but it's that's the least of what's expected. After all, I would be frankly insulted if they did not add more agony to my death, considering that I've been spying on Voldemort's forces for nearly 8 years now and have passed on exceedingly valuable information to the Resistance. This has all been done in secret and when I die, no one will know of my heroic deeds, only of the cruelty and mystery that surrounds my life. I've been forced to do some heartless things and retained my frosty façade in order to reduce suspicion and continue spying; it's the only way I've lasted as long as I have. My death will not be in vain. The Resistance is close to crushing Voldemort. I can feel it. The Deatheaters can feel it as well, and maybe that's why they're in such a hurry to kill me. In the mean time, I must record my side of the story… not because I want the glory but because I value the truth above all else. That's what happens when you live under a cloak of lies.
Is it possible for a selfish, conceited, arrogant, condescending, overindulged Malfoy, who's lived a life full of material abundance, to give up everything he has and any hopes for a future? Yes, I supposed so, yet if anyone would do something like that, it would be bull-headed Potter… always rushing into stupid heroic acts without thinking. How typically Gryffindor! It was in this fashion that he got killed and contrary to what will soon be popular belief, the great Savior of the Wizarding World did not die at the hands of Voldemort. In fact, Potter was killed during a simple mission by a lesser Deatheater… accidentally. Now, if word of his death reached Voldemort, the war would be practically over. So, Dumbledore, the muggle-loving ex-Headmaster of Hogwarts assigned me to this top-secret mission. I was to become a Deatheater, somehow convince everyone else that Potter was still alive and ready to kick their scrawny asses (when in fact he was lying in an unmarked grave), and spy for the Resistance. I would have to sever all ties to my previous life and expose myself to all sorts of danger. It doesn't seem like much but it was. I had to lead a double life, and keep my doings secret. If anyone was to know, they'd be murdered by the Resistance.
What irony… I laugh about it to myself still. Draco Malfoy- hater of all things muggle, about to make the greatest sacrifice in order to save the wizarding world and all those mudbloods. But I understood that Voldemort was a madman, who had to be stopped. No, I was not a misled fool like my late father. I knew Voldemort would show no mercy to followers and enemies alike and I would receive no reward for joining his side or playing the part of a bystander. God, I must have a conscience after all, or at least some dim idea of right and wrong… maybe I knew the Resistance would win... It wasn't for all the normal reasons- money, power, fame, love… That was what I would have to give up.