Entry #1
The Malfoy Manor was burnt down a few weeks after the war had been declared.
Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy had been murdered, burned to death inside said house.
Their son, Draco Malfoy, who I had been friends with since we were both just eleven years old, was not home the night the house was burned to the ground.
I had never thought of Draco as a bad kid, he had always been my best friend. I thought it was impossible for him to hide something from me.
Clearly, I was wrong.
I went back to the Malfoy Manor after the war had been declared over, Harry Potter having vanquished theDark Lord.
I was worried that Draco would have tried to return to find his parents remains.
When I got there, however, I did not find Draco anywhere.
The house lay in rubble and there was nothing I could do… Nothing I could save.
For the next week, I spent countless hours looking for my friend.
I checked Diagon Ally, London, Hogwarts, his godfather's house, his grandparents house, everywhere.
But Draco Malfoy was no where to be found…
Just a few weeks ago, I went back to the Malfoy Manor to see if there were any signs that someone had tried to pick through the rubble. Perhaps Draco had come back after all.
But instead of finding Draco, I found these odd tapes, lying in the basement in a neat pile.
I've just gotten the courage to look at them, and I've uploaded them so that you may see them.
I thought I knew Draco, knew him enough that nothing in his life could shock me…
Obviously, I was wrong.
The camera zipped around and caught sight of the small, white room before it was placed down on a table. The only thing in sight was a small metal chair, currently empty. Papers could be heard being crinkled in the background and a hand flashed in front of the camera for a moment.
"Is he coming in?" A voice asked, just out of sight of the camera lens. Someone answered back, but their voice was too quiet for the audio to pick up on.
"Come in son, it's alright." The same voice said. "Why don't you have a seat in that chair right over there?" A figure flashed in front of the screen and a young boy sat down in the small chair. He wore a black shirt and a pair of black slacks, his cloak hanging loosely on his shoulders. His blond white hair hung down to the middle of his forehead. He pursed his pale lips together and fidgeted in his seat, as though uncomfortable or awkward.
The sound of pen scratching against parchment sounded in the audio and the boy scratched at his nose as he watched a man that sat just to the right of the camera out of sight.
"Alright,… Now, I'm just going to have you say you're name so we can see if the audio works, ok?" The camera jiggled just a little bit and the small boys gray eyes flashed over to look at it and he froze. The camera became still once more and silence followed. The walls behind the boy were white, as was the light coming from the ceiling.
"Do you know what this is?" The man just out of sight asked. The small boy shook his head, eyes directed straight at the camera.
"It's a video camera. After I've hit this button on top here, it'll start recording, and later I can go back and see what just happened." The boy didn't seem to acknowledge that the man had spoken at all as he continued to stare, dazed, at the camera in front of him. The man cleared his throat gently and shifted in his chair, the camera's audio picked up the sound of the squeaking.
"Can you tell me your name son?"
The small boy hesitated before he whispered, "Draco…"
"Can you look right at me?" At first, the boy, Draco, didn't turn his eyes from the camera, still mesmerized by it. "Can you just ignore the camera and look at me?" Finally, Draco pulled his gaze from the camera and looked back at the man sitting out of view. "Thank you. And how old are you Draco?"
Draco played with a string on his cloak as he answered, barely moving his lips, "Six…"
"Six?" Draco nodded his head in confirmation. "Wow,… that's so old." The man must have made some sort of face to go along with his tone, for Draco smiled ever so gently, chuckling slightly. "You're older than I am I think," The man quickly wrote something down again, the audio picked up the sound of a pen scratching against parchment.
"Wh-"
"An…. Sorry, go ahead."
"What's your name?" Draco asked, biting on the end of his sleeve gently as he watched the man. His pale chin was pointed down, so his hair looked longer than it was and it fell into his gray eyes. His cheeks were somewhat on the chubby side.
"My name is Dr. Salisbury… You can call me Ryan if you wish." Draco nodded his head and silence followed before Ryan asked, "Is it alright if I ask you a few questions, Draco?" Draco seemed to think about this for a moment as he chewed on the edge of his sleeve, his dress shoed covered feet swinging back and forth idly, since he was too small to touch the ground, before he nodded his head up and down in the slightest of ways.
"What is it like living in a big house?"
Draco stared at Ryan for a moment before he pulled his mouth from his sleeve, realizing that if he wanted to talk, he couldn't be chewing on anything. "It's nice." Draco whispered, going back to chewing on his sleeve.
"Yea? Do you ever get lost?" Draco shook his head and said, his tone somewhat proud, "No, cause, um, cause I liveded dere ever since I was tiny, so, I know where… where everyting is, so I's never get losted."
"Not ever once?" Ryan asked, his tone implying curiosity and a sense of awe. Draco shook his head, biting on his sleeve again.
"Wow, you must be really smart, to memorize where everything is." Draco smiled and nodded gently.
Ryan wrote something down, the audio picking up the now familiar scratching noise of a pen on parchment, and Draco watched the pen with curious eyes, chewing idly on the end of his sleeve.
"Do your parents ever talk really loud Draco?" Draco froze in his quest to chew a hole through his sleeve and he stared off in Ryan's direction before his eyes darted to the camera. He watched the camera for a moment before he slowly looked back at Ryan and whispered, "Sometimes…"
"Sometimes?" Draco nodded gently, and fidgeted in his seat.
"You want to talk about something else?" Draco nodded again, chewing harder on his sleeve.
"OK, we can definitely talk about something else." Ryan began to scribble something else down on his parchment and Draco glanced at the camera. The camera zoomed in slightly, to look directly into Draco's face, his upper face hidden under a mop of blond white hair and his sleeve stuck into his mouth before the camera zoomed out and went black.
Silence followed for a moment before the vision picked back up again. A loud thud sounded and Draco smiled gently, chuckling slightly, white teeth flashing. One tooth was crooked, the top right one next to the two front teeth. It almost completely overlapped the other one, and though it may have looked awkward on a teenager, on a little boy it was perfectly acceptable.
"Ah, stupid… hands…" Ryan muttered, trying to engage a further reaction from Draco, who was watching him fumble for the pen and parchment with a slight smile, chuckling lightly every now and then.
"There, geez." Ryan said, and though he was out of sight, the chair squeaked and it seemed as if he had straightened back up in his chair. Draco chuckled again at something Ryan did that either the camera did not catch or he did it silently, and while he smiled, the camera zoomed in a little bit again before blackening out.
The next time the vision came back into focus, Draco had a piece of parchment sitting on his knee, a pen in his hand as he scribbled something out.
"And do you have a lot of friends around where you live?" Draco shook his head slightly, pursing his pale lips together as he concentrated on the drawing.
"No, I… I dun't live near lotso kids, sos, I dun't talk to lots." Draco scribbled something out and began to draw again and Ryan was quiet for a moment.
"Do you have any brothers and sisters?" Ryan finally asked after a long stretch of silence. Draco shook his head yet again, biting on the end of the pen as he glanced over the parchment in his pale hands.
"Do you want a brother or sister?" Draco looked up at Ryan, his pen sticking out of his mouth and he nodded his head up and down. "Ya…, but, I wanna broder."
"Why not a sister?" Ryan questioned. Draco glanced around the room for a moment, as though he were expecting the answer to jump out in front of him before he said, looking back at Ryan, "Cause girls have da cooties." Ryan chuckled gently, which made Draco smile slightly.
Silence followed again and Draco turned back to his parchment, taking his pen from his mouth and continuing to draw.
At this moment, the camera blacks out for a few seconds, in which the sound of things moving around and a door opening could be heard before the vision reappears.
The sky that it shows is gray and it looks as though it is raining. Ryan is holding the camera as he walks down a small stretch of hallway towards the back door of a building. He holds the camera up to the glass, in which we can see a light reflection of a gentleman with dark hair, though the color is not clear. The camera refocuses on a small boy, splashing his shoe into small puddles as he passed them. A woman walked beside her, her own blond white hair hung down to the middle of her back in elegant curls. Her hand was clasping tightly to the young boys.
The sound of Ryan sighing was picked up on the audio tape before the video blacks out again.
That's all the first video tape shows. There's thirty more minutes of simply darkness that I don't deem necessary to show.
I didn't know that Draco went to talk to someone when he was little. He had never bothered to tell me.
I'm about to watch the second tape now.
I will upload it when I can.