A.N- Ok this entry still doesn't reveal much, and yes Draco is horribly OOC but I'll be supporting that later I swear. Chapter after this gives the backstories! Let me know what your thinking. Thanks for those who reviewed! ALso IMPORTANT- Do you want to see any of draco's POV? this would mean deviated from the diary format- (which i was planning on doing a little anyways) so, thoughts?

Disclaimer- down own the characters all right belong to J.K Rowling

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Dear Diary,

There is absolutely nothing to do around here, enough to make a guy go crazy, ha ha. Get it? Well, I guess writing in this stupid diary gives me something to do, but all I'm writing about is doing nothing... so I guess that makes the whole thing irrelevant. And... that made no sense. Anyways... It's times like these when I get to thinking about Hogwarts. Just what I need, huh? I look at the calendar, school starts in just a few days. You see, I got shipped here after my birthday, so everyone got replies thanking them for the gifts they sent. Hence, they believe I'm still at the Dursley's anxiously waiting for school. I wonder, I mean they must have checked in on me or something, right?? Why haven't they come to get me out of here? Maybe someone else got rid of Voldermort so no one really cares what happens to me anymore; I quickly force my thoughts away from that idea. Hermione and Ron wouldn't forget about me especially after all we've been through. Once school starts I'm as good as saved. Let's not think about explaining how I managed to get myself locked up here. I mean, Harry Potter, supposedly uber powerful savior can't even get himself out of a muggle facility? Or maybe you just dont want to... a voice taunts me. Oh no, don't tell me I'm hearing things now... yay for timetochangethesubject!

Earlier, I decided to venture out of the room just out of boredom, there's really no place to go except the day room, and there was really no one in there, save a few people playing cards or just sitting. It makes me think, is this where I'm going to rot away the best years of my life? Maybe I should make an escape plan with Draco, in fact- it could be fun. But... they took our wands when we came here. They said they could be used in a "dangerous manner towards our selves or others" note; this is a muggle place, so they thought that little sticks of wood were harmful. You don't even want to know what other ridiculous things are "harmful" It's shocking how useless wizards are without their wands. Oh, why didn't I look into learning wandless magic sooner? How could I have been so careless? I'm sure I'll never hear the end of this from Snape.

I sighed and began to walk back to my room, when I heard whimpering. It was getting louder and nearing more of a wail. I realized it was coming from our room. I ran the rest of way, but the nurses had beaten me to it. Draco was having another "attack"... I can't figure out this strange power. He gets this weird feeling and then slowly things around him begin to self- destruct. Exploding, shattering, bending, it's scary. He can't control it, he doesn't start it. And I thought I was supposed to be the strange one. Where's my mysterious but very powerful..uhm..power? Well, anyways, back to the story, when I get in the room he's shaking really bad, the nurse turns her head to call for back up. Only, just as she turns her head, part of the wall smashes in as if some one has punched it. She turns and (thankfully) thinks Draco did it while thrashing around. He can't protest, he's too busy trying to avoid hurting someone. Soon more nurses and doctors come in, pushing me to the side. They immediately tranquilize him and strap him to the bed. Now as I write this he has been out for hours. I actually feel bad, I've never been strapped down, and it must be scary. Oh, he's waking up...( I guess I'll admit how relieved I am since I'm the only one likely to read this)

(A few minutes later) Draco woke up, and panicked seeing as he was strapped to a bed. It's not something you get used to. Ever. I quickly got up and went over to him. "Shhh Draco, it's ok, I'm here" I calm him down so he stops struggling. Or maybe he's just realized it's futile. I'm betting on the second, I dont exactly have a naturally calming aura about me or anything, let's be honest. "I don't want it to be like this" he whispers, looking at the wall. "It's gonna get worse" His voice breaks and he stops, I see the tears in his eyes. I don't know how I can take seeing the vulnerability. It's like he's really broken. And I dont think the restraints are what did it. In fact, I dont think I even want to know what did.

No matter how much I hated Draco Malfoy #1 git, I never wanted to see him like this. I never THOUGHT I'd see him like this. He was supposed to become Death Eater so I could keep hating him. Now, he's so vulnerable; it's just a sad thing to see, no matter how much he may have deserved it. By the way, it was easier to forgive him after I learned everything he said in school was just a desperate attempt to please his father. His logic being that maybe if his father was proud of him the endless hours of "playtime" with the Death Eaters would end. But Lucius was never proud of his son, Draco could never do anything to even be looked at as human by his father, no, Draco Malfoy was just a failed son, and a practice thing for his father's friends.

I can't help but admit I'm relieved we managed to develop a somewhat close bond in only a few weeks. Then again, extradorinary circumstances call for extraordinary measures. Or something like that. I think we both soon realized if we were going to survive here we needed to anchor each other. Nonetheless, the first few weeks were interesting, too bad I hadn't been writing back then. I suppose I'll have to go back and write down some things. Oh joy- yet another thing to look forward to! Oh, excitement!

So, back to what I was saying. Sometimes I wonder what all my friends would think if they knew. Would they forgive him? And that leads me to wondering, if they knew where I was what would they think of me? If they knew what I had done, would they still even be able to look at me? This leads to a heavy serving of self-loathing. I wish I had just been stronger, why did I run away from all my problems? I ran from them into drugs and pain, like a coward. I'm no Gryffindor, I don't have bravery. Maybe I should have been put into Slytherin. Hell, I'm not even worthy of my house.

Maybe it doesn't matter because I'll never see it again, well, maybe but... I don't want to get hopeful. Draco looks at me, his eyes are full of defeat. This can't be the Draco I knew and hated for so long. How the hell did we end up like this?

"It's getting worse" he barely whispers, as if he doesn't want to believe it. I think for a moment, it's clear what we have to do. "

"We have to get out of here," I say, more to myself than him. Well, duh captain obvious.(Great, now I'm insulting myself- always a good sign) But how? The doctors aren't going to release either of us anytime soon, Draco's strapped to a bed for fucks sake, and he wont talk and he won't eat. Even if he did, these little "attacks" would keep him here.

The nurse just walked in, I had to hide this. She wanted to know if Draco would be eating. That meant if I was going to feed him, since they weren't going to unstrap him so soon. I said absolutely not. If you haven't noticed, this place isn't too concerned about its patients since they seem to let them diminish away to nothing at will. Anyways, I will not do that to the little dignity he has left. He wouldn't have let me anyways. I have practically become almost like a translator, since Draco won't speak (to them anyways) so they have just started asking me. I wonder, if we get out, will he be like this? I wonder if he'll ever go back to his old ways. I wonder, would I rather have the cocky arrogant bastard, or this quiet broken Draco who relies on me to be his only connection left to reality.

I still haven't found an answer to that.