Even as a young child, Draco Malfoy had always wondered what was kept in The Room. He remembered peering under the door at the tender age of five, trying to catch a glimpse of what may lie within The Room's dark embrace. The door was reinforced with seemingly impenetrable charms and was always locked, the key hidden by his father, both of which frustrated him to an extreme extent. That door was, after all, the only thing keeping him from satisfying his burning curiosity.
Once he had made the mistake of asking his mother what The Room contained. A grim look had passed over her face and when she said nothing in response his father had sternly forbade him from mentioning the topic ever again. Hurt by his parents' evident anger and secrecy, Draco verbally had let the subject drop. Inside his young mind, however, obsession quickly took hold. Secretly, he tried every key he could find in the doorknob. He searched relentlessly for the key that would turn and answer all the questions searing his mind.
Up until the day The Room was opened and its contents reveled, Draco desperately searched for a way to unlock the door. On that day, however, he began to wish with more intensity that he had been born to a different family. He learned to hate the order to which he was bound and, in its place, he learned to love the sinister monster concealed within.
