Caput Draconis

By Kawaii Kitty

Sometimes I think I'm the only one who can possibly understand what I'm going through. Which is true, I suppose. Am I the only one who has to deal with life this way? Or at least these situations?

Life has been very different since we escaped, leaving corpses and the burning shack behind us. To be honest… it was the first time I had ever seen death.

At first, I wasn't sure what to make of it. I thought that I was ready. I knew I was ready. But there was something in that stupid old man that just froze me to the spot. I couldn't do it. But if I didn't do it, my life was on the line. My family's life was on the line. That stupid, stupid old man was wrong. I could have done it! I could have! I had been preparing for that moment since my father was put away in Azkaban. I was ready to murder him. For the Dark Lord. For the preservation of purity in the wizarding world. For my family's honor.

But that miserable old man… He held me back. He had to have done something to me. That's all it could have been. I wasn't soft. I wasn't.

…I'm not.

Professor Snape- I mean, Severus, has been quiet as of late. We had taken temporary refuge in his house. It was only a couple of days. He was sure that the ministry would be after him, seeing as how they knew where he lived. And of course, my house was not safe, as I was related to the incident. Many people saw me running off school grounds with Severus. Right now, we're traveling, being harbored in fellow Death Eater's houses. The ones sympathetic enough (or thankful, it's difficult to tell) to let us stay a few nights.

We've been called to the Dark Lord. I suspect he knows that I failed to fully execute my mission. After all, there were witnesses there who saw that I didn't actually kill my headmaster. Not only that, but the Daily Prophet readers have been informed that it was my mentor who did it. And as a result, I'm fairly certain my parents have already been killed. After all, it was my mission, not Severus's. He had threatened to do it before. And I fear he may have. I can't contact them or I will surely give away my location. Even though we are constantly on the move, a trail could be traced at any given time… I may be the only Malfoy left.

And it's all Potter's fault.

I'm going to die because of him. I hate him more than anything right now. For sending my father away to Azkaban. For getting them killed. I want to kill him. I know that if I survive long enough to find Potter again, I will kill him. And this time, I won't choke up. He deserves to die. That slimy monster. I don't care if the Dark Lord has said that he wants to do it. If I get to him first, I won't hesitate for a moment. I will kill him.

So even as I sit here in this hole of a shack that some weasel dares call a home, I think to myself about what I have to go through. What lies ahead of me. And of course, how to deal with a certain dark-haired menace

I won't be soft. I can't be soft. Dragons are not soft. Malfoys are not soft.

Malfoys are vicious. Malfoys are Dragons.

I am a Malfoy and I am a Dragon.

I am Draco Malfoy.