Draco
or
True Power
Draco Malfoy hated Harry Potter. Even more than his father. Potter was so kind, so... compassionate. Well, just another idiot to kill in his rise to power.
He hated his father for the torture his father had inflicted on him. The whip, black handle shining, had come down on Draco so many times in Mr. Malfoy's pitiful attempt to brainwash him to Voldemort. Well, he would die soon enough.
And Voldemort, the ambituous weakling. He thought he knew true power. He knew nothing. True power was the feeling Draco got when he trapped small animals and squeezed the life out of them with his bare hands. When he took his wand and, with a simple flick, tore the lifeless bodies to shreds. The blood would stain the ground. The frightened look on their faces before he did it fed him. That was true power.
The Hogwarts students thought he was rude. They didn't know him. But they would soon enough. They would know in the second between life and death, in the open doorway, staring death in the face, when Draco was killing... and he would laugh. They would know.
The muggles and the wizards would know. They would fear him. And they would die. And he would laugh.
or
True Power
Draco Malfoy hated Harry Potter. Even more than his father. Potter was so kind, so... compassionate. Well, just another idiot to kill in his rise to power.
He hated his father for the torture his father had inflicted on him. The whip, black handle shining, had come down on Draco so many times in Mr. Malfoy's pitiful attempt to brainwash him to Voldemort. Well, he would die soon enough.
And Voldemort, the ambituous weakling. He thought he knew true power. He knew nothing. True power was the feeling Draco got when he trapped small animals and squeezed the life out of them with his bare hands. When he took his wand and, with a simple flick, tore the lifeless bodies to shreds. The blood would stain the ground. The frightened look on their faces before he did it fed him. That was true power.
The Hogwarts students thought he was rude. They didn't know him. But they would soon enough. They would know in the second between life and death, in the open doorway, staring death in the face, when Draco was killing... and he would laugh. They would know.
The muggles and the wizards would know. They would fear him. And they would die. And he would laugh.