Ten Years Later...
'Dear Diary,
I hate my father. His hair is too shiny and he acts like a pompous tosser. I wish I could be raised
by dolphins or go to Pigfarts instead.' instead of having to backcomb by hair everyday and apply greasy gel. Doesn't
my father understand I look like a little tosser to with my hair gelled back?!
No one understands me or how difficult it is to be 8 years old and Draco Malfoy, only the richest, cleverest and most
misunderstood boy in all of Wizarding Britain.. I hate my life...'
Tom Riddle awoke from his slumber when he felt the irritation of preteen childish angst being spewed, likely deadly venom, into his diary.
He opened an eye. 'Who is writing this shit in my diary-' wait a second. Tom's jaw dropped!
Someone had finally found his diary!
Yessssss. He was no longer alone! He could finally manipulate and find his way into possesing a soul, maybe kill a few people too!
Tom Riddle immediately jumped up from his sleep, slicked back the cowlicks from his hansome, luxuriousl dark brown hair (not that he really had a body anymoe since he was just a diary) and summarily attended to his guest. He coughed out and promptly became the supreme gentleman.
'Welcome. Can I help you?'
Draco's pen stopped.
'Oi! Did you just talk back to me?'
'Yes, I believe I did.' Tom let out a yawn. It was rather underwhelming to have slept most of 10 years only
to wake up to this half-intellect infant nincompoop.
Draco grimaced. 'Weird, I thought diaries were supposed to be private.'
'Not this one. I do what I like with it. Tell me what is your name nobody?'
'Oi, don't call me nobody! Do you know who I am? Do you know how important my father is!?'
'Your father?' tom gulped and hope this infant wasn't his child. 'You can't mean-'
'Lucius Malfoy,' Draco said proudly. 'My fahter is Lucius Malfoy and I'm Draco Malfoy, equally as important, because I
m the future heir of all Malfoy Manor and our vast fortunes.
Tom hesistated to roll his eyes, and try not to quip. 'Bitch please. I'm the heir of Slytherin. Can't top that.' but he decided to pry and seek out more information by flattering him.
'My mistake. You indeed sound like you come from an important, noble family. Lucius Malfoy, I'm sure-' he'd never heard of the twat-'is a great man. I believe
I knew your grandfather, Abraxas was he not?'
'Yes, that's my grandad,' Draco wrote proudly. 'A very great man too. He's very powerful in the Ministry.'
'He used to run around in diapers in my day,' Tom thought drily, but he cleared his throat again.
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