Journal Entry #1
I don't believe keeping a journal is necessary, but mother insisted and father agreed. I suppose it will be splendid to go back when I am a grown and a successful wizard and see the intelligence I had at so young of an age. Yes. I understand the importance of it. I don't have to enjoy writing in it though.
As I write I am on the train to Hogwarts. I told Crabbe and Goyle I am writing to my father, so they left me alone. Already clingy those two are. But not surprising they would side themselves with a Malfoy after all. We are the best of the families out there.
I met Harry Potter.
Actually, this is the second time we've met. Apparently I met him before when I was getting fitted for robes. I remember seeing him, but didn't know it was him. How would I? The git never introduced himself! I tried to reason with him so that we could be allies. How proud would father have been? On my first day to be friends with Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. The one everyone talks about. But unfortunately for Potter he seems to already be brainwashed by a nasty Weasley.
No matter. Father never speaks highly of the Potters anyway.
I may give Potter a second chance. Surely once he gets to know a Weasley he'll learn what a disgrace they are.
The bloody git had a rat trained to attack people. What kind of loony person has an attack rat?
Tonight's the Sorting. I am confident that I will be in Slytherin. I'm a Malfoy after all.
I wonder if Potter will be a Slytherin? Surely someone who was powerful enough as a baby to take down He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is someone who would be in Slytherin?
I am actually excited to start classes. This is when everything starts really. This is how we begin, as First Years.
How does someone end these things? Like a letter to myself I suppose.
~Draco Malfoy
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