Draco look down the empty corridor one more time. *Good theres no one else around*, he
thought reaching into to his bag for a quill and parchment. He dipped the quill in a bottle of
ink and began to write:
Dear Diary,
I feel very silly writing my thoughts down but I must get them out of my system before I exp-
lode. It is the first day of my 5th year at Hogwarts and I already know I'm going to hate this
year.
It all started on the train yesterday.I was walking to my compartment when I saw Harry,
well really he saw me. I was just looking that way when that weasly kid he hangs out with saw
me too. "Why are you limping Malfoy? Did you hurt yourself?", he said very menecingly. All I
could do was scowl. He didn't know how i got so beaten up that i could barley walk. Oh corse
he also didn't see my cut and bruses, all he saw was that I was limping. Thank God he did't
see more. He he would have found out about my father's beatings I would get even more hurt.
When I was little I used to think that all kids were beaten up by their parents. Boy was I
ever wrong.
Sometimes I actually wish I was a weasly child. Sure, they are poor, but at least they
don't get beaten by their parents for not teasing Potter and his friends or getting worse
grades than a "mudblood". Thats what my father calls muggle-borns. He says I have to call
that too. Soo I eaither call Hermione that and have Potter and every else hate me or get beat-
en by my father.
My body aches whenever I do anything now from the cuts and bruses but I'm at least getting
used to it. I guess thats natural when this happens every tims I go back home. Oh well I'm guess
I don't really have a chose.
Draco Malfoy
Draco pulled his wand out of his pocket and whispered a spell, but not before cheacking the
hall agian. The parchment burst into flames and then ash. Then Draco got up and walked down
the corridor.
Suddenly Fred and Georage stepped out of the darkness. They bent over the pile of ash and
yet another spell...
*********
ok this may have a sequal dependin on my reviews :)
Disclaimer: i own nuttin
thought reaching into to his bag for a quill and parchment. He dipped the quill in a bottle of
ink and began to write:
Dear Diary,
I feel very silly writing my thoughts down but I must get them out of my system before I exp-
lode. It is the first day of my 5th year at Hogwarts and I already know I'm going to hate this
year.
It all started on the train yesterday.I was walking to my compartment when I saw Harry,
well really he saw me. I was just looking that way when that weasly kid he hangs out with saw
me too. "Why are you limping Malfoy? Did you hurt yourself?", he said very menecingly. All I
could do was scowl. He didn't know how i got so beaten up that i could barley walk. Oh corse
he also didn't see my cut and bruses, all he saw was that I was limping. Thank God he did't
see more. He he would have found out about my father's beatings I would get even more hurt.
When I was little I used to think that all kids were beaten up by their parents. Boy was I
ever wrong.
Sometimes I actually wish I was a weasly child. Sure, they are poor, but at least they
don't get beaten by their parents for not teasing Potter and his friends or getting worse
grades than a "mudblood". Thats what my father calls muggle-borns. He says I have to call
that too. Soo I eaither call Hermione that and have Potter and every else hate me or get beat-
en by my father.
My body aches whenever I do anything now from the cuts and bruses but I'm at least getting
used to it. I guess thats natural when this happens every tims I go back home. Oh well I'm guess
I don't really have a chose.
Draco Malfoy
Draco pulled his wand out of his pocket and whispered a spell, but not before cheacking the
hall agian. The parchment burst into flames and then ash. Then Draco got up and walked down
the corridor.
Suddenly Fred and Georage stepped out of the darkness. They bent over the pile of ash and
yet another spell...
*********
ok this may have a sequal dependin on my reviews :)
Disclaimer: i own nuttin