All my life, I have been alone.
I never had any real friends; all of the people I had acted on fear, not love. For this reason, I have always detested those who have more than me. People who have others who truly care about them; who stand up for them. People like Harry.
I would never admit it, but I have always admired Potter. His skills and powers upscale mine in every way. This hatred has blinded me from the truth, from who I really am. But I'm not sure who that is; anymore. But what I do know; is seven facts:
One: My name is Draco Malfoy. I am seventeen years old. I have joined the army that I wish to fight against. I am framed as a faithful servant. I have no friends.
Two: I hate chocolate frogs. Always have; since that moment I saw the 'golden trio' enjoying them, I have henceforth ignored my once favourite treat
Three: I am ashamed of my parents. Who wouldn't be? As Death Eaters, they stand against everything I care about, the one place that I feel safe. I won't be another puppet
Four: I am not a killer. No matter what people say. Remember that, when they speak of me. Remember what I stood for.
Five: My wand doesn't stand for me. Not anymore. My enemy was killed by my wand, by the man I love to hate. But know that it's hard to hate someone who saved my name.
Six: I despise power. The access I had to it growing up was unfathomable. I could have whatever I want; as long as it was physical. No, I have never been truly loved. That is, until Dumbledore came around, and my mission was at large once again
Seven: I am not a hero. No, I consider myself a coward. The person who deserved to die, but lived out of cowardice. To be truthful, I was infuriated when Harry was killed. He was supposed to be our saviour, the one to lead us out of the rain. But no, He Who Must Not Be Named killed him before the time was right, leaving me to fight for the castle, for my home. The place that taught me to love.
Yes, I am a mystery: a riddle that continues to unravel after you've discovered the secret. This life was pre-chosen, and given because it was known that I could do it. Live for what you love, not for who you want to please.
-Draco Malfoy
As Draco sealed the letter, his thoughts wandered to the headmaster. He was image of everything Draco wanted to be. Smart, successful and accomplished at what he wanted to be. This was the reason he couldn't bear to kill him. He was Draco's first fatherly figure, a person he looked up to. His father wasn't a dad, he was a failure. Someone who was too much of a coward to risk failing again. When he fell from the Astronomy tower that night, Draco wanted to die. His so called friend killed the last person he dared to call family. How dare he. Dumbledore trusted Snape, even though everyone knew he was a Death Eater. And until tonight, Draco was sure he was. No, Snape was always Dumbledore's: it was clear in their expressions. Snape only did the deed because he trusted Dumbledore. Draco wished he could be that brave.
Now what to do? He couldn't stay here, he would be to easily mistrusted. He had to go on the run again, alone like he should be.
Like he deserved to be.
So he wrote the name on his letter he knew he could trust and fell to his knees
This war wasn't going to be won by him. He was a traitor, an infiltrate.
Death was what awaited him, and now, Draco accepted it with open arms
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-Silence Nevermore