Story: The Malfoy Mask.

My family was seen as perfect. Rich, pureblood wizards. But now, my family – my life- is falling apart. I am being pulled apart. Though I am unsure how normal my family really was before all this began.

Hogwarts felt like my home, it was my home until the summer of my fifth year. Now I don't feel safe in it, I don't feel like it's a home any more. I just want to go home.

Friends don't understand. I don't let them see past the mask – I can't let them. I can't let anyone. I would not know how to anymore.

I will miss Hogwarts and the people. I never thought I would say that. But its funny what you miss when its slipping through your figures.

I feel like crying when I think about the people around me – my family, my so-called friends, my enemies, and my teachers. But I don't, I hold it inside with everything else and I can feel myself about to explode at any given moment.

But no one notices because I won't let anyone. I put on my Malfoy mask pretending everything is great – the perfect Slytherine. I make fun of the other students and I plot with the masked men to take down my school – my home.

I tell the world that I am the dark ice prince not feeling or caring. Being the perfect son, the perfect Slytherine and now the perfect death Eater.

I try to swallow but my mouth is so dry as I stare at the door hand sitting softly getting ready to push it open. I know who stands at the top of these stairs. I know what I must do next. To continue being the perfect Malfoy son.

I feel afraid.

I feel…. Well that is the point. I do feel. I am a Slytherine, I am a Malfoy but I also feel. I want to make father happy but to do that I will loose myself. I will become the mask that I wear.

One tear.

Two tear.

Three tear.

I wipe them away trying to pull myself together. But how can I do that. I don't even know who I am any more.

I was fine. I was great until last year.

And then something happened.

Maybe it was slowly building and I just didn't realise. Maybe I spent my whole life trying to please those around me that I forgot about me. Then one day I snapped and I found myself in this mess I'm in now.

Or maybe it's because he put my father away. Maybe it's because of this mark on my arm that burns. I feel it burn now and I know what I must do.

I take a deep breath and push on the door holding my wand up I slowly walk up the stairs. I hear voices at the top of the stairs and wonder who is with him. I wonder what it will feel to take a life, I wonder what I will become afterwards. My hands shake and I can feel the sweat running down the side of my face.

I am afraid, I am scared. I am alone. I don't want to do this. I can't do this. But I know I don't have a choice. If I don't more blood will be spilled on this night.

Before I take the last few steps I ready my mask. Because although I feel all of these things - sorrow, pain, loneliness, hate, happiness, joy. . . . love- I hide it all behind my Malfoy mask. Don't get me wrong may feel all of these things but I am not weak and I am not a traitor to my family. So I will do what needs to be done. I put on the mask and I shut out my emotions because the mask it what helps me through life.

Because nobody else will.