Where it all starts
I open my eyes, and take a glace out of the window in my bedroom, all I saw is peace, the castle like house is standing at the end of a long, straight, route. Besides the route, large, green campus comes into view. The green grasses dance through the wind, like green waves, it might give you a sight of floating on the ocean, like a piece of leaf, so light, so gentle, and so peaceful, this is exactly what I like.
I was born in this mysterious family, which has a 'M' for the capital letter, I don't know what it stands for, maybe…mysterious, I think that's the reason why I'd regard my family as 'mysterious'. But from the weird ancient rune carved on the cold, dark cobblestone walls, you might get to know my family's characteristic a bit too well. We are the kind of family which might makes you flinch due to its dangerous dark magic and unforgivable dark history.
We are the Malfoys, some said that we are cruel, some said that we are the descendants of Tom Riddle himself, the boy which later turned out to be the most dangerous and most terrifying dark wizard of all times, Voldemort, some said that we are nothing but power hungry pure bloods who helped the dark lord did bad things in the past.
However, some of the people have much more tolerant views towards us, they said that we were only being distorted, however, there's hardly any views more tolerate than these words any more.
Are we going to live in a situation like this for eternity? What's the meaning of living like this! doing nothing but hanging around in the campus, the house, the manor, doing something which I considered as a waste of time, why, why can't I do something useful, useful to the world, to the ministry, or some basic things like helping the neighbors…
I fold my arms together on the little balcony against my bed, where the only bunch of light is coming from, oh, what am I doing here…in this blue atmosphere, somehow, I wish I can do what the other children are doing, playing around, laughing recklessly and happily, it motivates me, but then, I have to be pulled into reality again by whomever is shouting downstairs, I reckon it might be mom or dad, and my day will usually end up with me, doing nothing, but just hanging around with me, myself, and I.
It's not what life supposed to be, it's just not, at least I'm not feeling right, I can't feel love around me, the parents who loved me as their real child has been long gone, which only left the ones who shout at me all time. I live in a big house, but I feel like a prisoner, I live with a wealthy family, but my heart has already been taken away by the joy and laughter which is calling me outside the window, I have both of my parents, but I feel like I had lost them both…what's wrong, is this what my life is for, for being scolded because of random mistakes, for being treated like the prisoners of Azkaban, for being tortured by the laughter from the kids playing freely outside? Isn't there anybody in this world would ever treat me like a friend? Why my ancestors would do things so cruel, so unman kind, why they would have prejudice on me, even though I'm not like my family. I want nothing but freedom, want love and care, why nobody wants to make friends with me, I'm not evil, I'm not what they think!
There is only one thing that could ever light up my life, the green grasses, they are as green as they are, as beautiful as they are, and they will always be there for me. Staring at them, I begin to form a thought: one day, I'm going to get through it, I'm going to find something I love, I'm going to find my own future, I will never, ever, repeat the mistake my family ever repeated again.
I thought my intention would be an epic success, however, during the devil's day, the Halloween, on October 21th, 1989, everything has changed.