A/N: Greetings from Lady Silver of Gull Haven! I have a small fiction for you today…a monologue straight from the icy fires of Draco Malfoy's blackened soul. Please, I beg of thee to review, for this is the first monologue I have written, and I'm curious as to what you think. I would prefer if you held your flames, but if you must, I'm sure a nice fire in the hearth will be a suitable use for them…
Disclaimer: Draco Malfoy and all other Harry Potter characters belong to Ms. Rowling, and I do not intend to make any money off of them, so please spare me the accusations of plagiarism.
I am the Dragon
My name is Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. And don't even dare to think of laughing, because I can guarantee you will regret it later.
I don't want to complicate matters further than they already are. I just need to talk to someone…someone who will listen. So I choose you; I choose a Muggle. An ordinary, insignificant Muggle. You don't know me, I don't know you. It's better that way.
I have become aware of a certain J.K. Rowling, who has apparently been passing information to you in the form of "fictitious" books. That's where you're wrong. It's real, all of it. Every minute detail, down to the very last phrase.
Why am I telling you this? That's the scary part, because even I am not entirely sure I know. Maybe it's because of my father. All of my life he has pushed and pressured me to be the best…to rise above Mudbloods and their weak, pitiful friends. I was born under his tyrant rule for one sole purpose and one alone: to serve at last under one more great, more powerful…one who made even my proud father tremble. But they underestimated me. I will not be his toy. I won't! I am the dragon. I belong to no one.
Sure, I despise Harry Potter and his pathetic friends, his drooling admirers…but there is one who I loath more than them, more than my father. I will not be his servant, I will not come running at his every beckon, I won't lick his putrid feet and cower under his gaze. I belong to no one!
So I will wait, and take no sides. I will choose my paths carefully, and step ever softer. Why am I telling you this? To warn you. To put the news out there in a world where people laugh when they should run. Voldemort is back. He will stop for nothing and for no one, and if you don't believe me then that's your problem, not mine. I belong to no one. I will fight him, or die trying. Even if it means turning against my father – my own flesh and blood. Even if it means siding with the enemy.
He has taken my father. He has taken my life. But he will not take me. I am the dragon. I belong to no one.