Tomorrow
I will die
By Anna Kate
My name is Draco Malfoy. And Tomorrow I will die.
I write this on the eve of my 16th birthday. I won't live to see my evening party. I doubt I'll live to see the sun rise.
I don't have much to apologise for. I am proud of who I am and who I would have been. I think that that is my main problem. I am too proud to keep my head down and be quiet. No, I have to be up there with the heroes of the war and those who would not give up without a fight. None of us will, I know that.
My father and my mother will come for me eventually. They always said they would; however, they would never tell me it was to kill me. Kill me before I died at the hands of the Dark Lord, kill me only as their son, not a Muggle sympathiser.
I doubt anyone would really care if I sympathised with muggles or not. Who would even listen to me? A spoilt wizarding brat prince, with white-blonde hair and cold grey eyes, an almost feminine quality to his face. But my face is not one a really recognise anymore. I look haunted. Where once arrogance shone, quiet suffering broke through.
I would never tell my friends, if you could call them that, how I suffered. Father never raised a hand to me, nor did Mother ever say a bad word against me. But they raised me in such a way that kindness and generosity are not normal for me. Cold, unfeeling daylight was always radiated from the outside and I learnt to accept this from myself. I was never to show emotion, never laugh a single laugh nor cry a single tear. Malfoy's are without emotion, without sorrow or happiness. We are only statues.
We are only statues...
This statue is about to be broken, shattered into pieces. I will not survive the next day. I only hope my death is for a cause greater than magic; a cause greater than man or woman. A cause for peace and equality between everyone.
It has just struck midnight.
My name is Draco Malfoy. And I will die today.
Authors Note: This is a short series of ficlets, complied into one story. Look out for the next one tomorrow.