Draco's Story
On my way Hogwarts once again, and I rather be anywhere but here! I must keep a low profile, for now I am an official Death Eater. Over the summer, I was recruited by the Dark Lord, and I now have the dark mark branded on my left forearm. When I was younger, I always wanted to be honoured in the sight of the Dark Lord, but now it has become a very real, very horrible nightmare. Another terrifying fact is that I am madly in love with , yes I said it, Ginny Weasley, and if my father or the Dark Lord are ever to find out,, I will be surely killed, for betraying my people and leader. Millions of different emotions are whirring in my brain and clawing at my chest. All colour has drained from my face, and my clutch on the seat tightens. Should I kill myself? No! I would never die as a coward. Betray the Dark Lord? What dark and twisted path would lie ahead? I cannot. For o have a mission. Should I betray the Dark Lord he will surely murder me and my family. I cannot risk that. My mission is to kill Albus Dumbledore. If Dumbledore is the only man who the Dark Lord has ever feared, how can I of all people defeat him? I will surely fail. I fear for my well being, and the well being of my family. Even if I am killed, I have died a noble death, in the face of the Dark Lord. But I am not a killer! If I kill Dumbledore I will no doubt go insane. There are no easy answers, but I will make things right. I swear it on my life! I will make everything okay again!
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I lie on my dorm bed, with piles of unfinished assignments all around me. But homework doesn't matter anymore. These trivial little things don't bother me. I work for the Dark Lord now. I would give up anything to go back to the old days, teasing and taunting Potter and his friends, playing Quidditch, not having a care in the world. Those days are over. Now I must fight for my life, and those of who I care for. I would love to tell Ginny how I feel about her, and get her away from that nasty Potter. But it is far too risky, too dangerous. And even worse, Professor Snape has taken the Unbreakable Vow to protect me with all his power. I don't want his help. I can prosper on my own! I feel my hands get clammy and my throat get dry. My life has become nothing less than a hell on earth. It's past midnight, but I cannot sleep for I do, taunting and scary thoughts fill my head; my soul. It hurts too much to bear. I shall try to enjoy these day, because the may be my last.