Draco's POV
Life at spinners end is a challenge. There's this dog that goes to fetch our mail and a cat that does our shopping and the dog doesn't listen to a word that's said to it. The other day I told it to go check the mail and It just stared at me like I was stupid.
This is the third day I've been trapped inside the house. I mean, I have my fair share of being grounded but those only last two weeks this seems like forever. Well, Peter's still here for me to pick on. But he's always hiding. I suppose life doesn't suck to bad. I spend most of my time locked up in my room thinking about my mother. I think she's dead now….voldemort hasn't written me.
Snape's POV
something isn't right with him. He's been acting strange lately. All he does is sit in his room and think or whatever he claims he's doing. He doesn't goof off anymore. I've also been feeling a lot of tension between us. Maybe he's just growing up…yeah! That's it! He's growing up…or is something bothering him. I don't have the guts to ask…maybe I should.
Draco's POV
I was sitting in the living room for the first time since we came here. Normally I just keep to my room, but I figured I'd watch TV to loose some tension..
"Draco are you alright?" snape asked me from the kitchen door. I looked up at him and nodded. He smiled at me but all I did was look away.
I never did get along with my godfather this year. I think it's because of all the hard work I've been doing and in the end I felled. I guess I'll never be a normal kid. Either I'm a freak cause I'm a wizard or a criminal for a crime I tried to commit but was to innocent to do it. I think I'll ask my dog to take potter a letter. I won't put the address on here so he'll have to send it back with the dog.
I walked over to the desk. I knew Snape was watching me but in wasn't going to say anything. I sat down at the desk and began to write.
Dear Potter,
I'm writing to you to let you know that I'm okay. Not that you care. I just like rubbing it in. I got away with assisted murder and you almost got expelled from Hogwarts for underage wizardry. Ironic isn't it? I'm only writing to you because I need some one to pick on. It's just me here and I am not picking on myself. (that sounds so dumb in writing.) please write back.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy
I placed the letter in the envelope and put it on the dogs collar.
"take this to Harry James Potter…and wait for him to write back. Okay?"
The dog barked and ran out of the front door. To pick on Harry really wasn't the reason I sent that letter. I sent it because…well….I care about Harry and I want to make sure his safe. Now that's ironic!
