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Poor Draco
Where did I go wrong?
Merlin, I never thought I'd be wondering that, but maybe that's where I went wrong; no foresight.
You know, I had thought I'd planned everything out. Little Draco would be the best in his class, maybe get a high ranking post at the ministry, after a while. I'd have him work a job for a few years, just so he'd appreciate it more when he could live the life a Malfoy deserves.
What went wrong? I don't want to think it was me, but perhaps it really wasn't. I suppose the Dark Lord wasn't in my plans. But then, who's plans was he in? We'd all thought him long gone. There were rumors, of course, but no one sensible listens to rumors.
It was probably Potter. He disrupted the Dark Lord's plans, so ultimately mine were ruined as well. Potter was always giving Draco a hard time, anyhow, maybe that's what changed things. Weak little boy, though, I don't know that he could have so large an effect.
It was probably Potter's little mudblooded friend, Granger. Muggles ruin everything, filthy scum that they are. I should've known one would ruin my poor son's life. Everything he worked for, gone, and for what? A pretty face? How pretty can a face even be, when it's so coated in dirt?
How was I supposed to know that such an insignificant little piece of scum would ruin it all? He always hated her, I thought. Sure, he stopped ranting about her so very much around third year, but I had thought he had simply realized she was of very little importance.
Perhaps my fault was leaving him alone with her. Well, not technically alone, but I couldn't exactly give him fatherly advice from Azkaban, now could I? You can never trust a muggle, they're too stupid to make good decisions, but you can definitely never trust a mudblood, because they're sneaky, pathetic creatures who can't be trusted.
Come to think of it, that just might be it. While I was gone, he seemed to develop some attachment to the mudblood. Whatever spells she used on him, whatever lies she spun, they ruined him.
I would forgive him, but really it must be my fault. Draco was always a wonderful son, a true Malfoy, such a clever lad. Though, not clever enough, evidently, to avoid the scheming evils of the mudbloods. I would really overlook the fact that he let himself be used by Dumbledoor, the old fool, except he won't even admit his wrongs. Sure, he testified for me at the trial, and probably saved my life, but what's it matter when he's convinced his worst mistake has been his greatest achievement?
There's nothing I can do now, anyhow. He'll be marrying the nasty thing tomorrow. I think she's infect Narcissa, too, which is unacceptable. The witch expects me to come to the wedding-- says we need to 'support' Draco. Now, I know she only wants the best for him, but what does that even mean anymore?
I was supposed to do a toast. Narcissa's idea, of course. Thankfully my son still has an ounce of sanity, and decided against it after reading what I'd planned. Apparently it would offend his wife-to-be. I was just surprised that he was pretending mudbloods had feelings, but I guess he has to, to think she really loves him.
Poor Draco.
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