Chapter 9

Lucious Malfoy's Diary Entry

10th September 1968

Dear Diary,

This cannot go on! I need to stop the two bastards who have been ruining my life! And yes, I have a plan, a plan I will execute very soon. And who else would I share my plan with then my dear diary?

You see, I have been waiting for years for this moment. I have been lying low, bidding my time. No, this is not the fear of a prey as it waits upon its death. No-this is the slyness of a predator as it lurks in the bushes, waiting for the moment to strike. It lures its prey into a sense of false security. However, this safe and secure façade will disappear the moment the predator strikes. And I'm not just any predator, my dear diary; I am a predator seething with vengeance. I have been oppressed by Snape countless times.

When you squeeze too much air into a balloon, what happens? It bursts with more force and vigor then if you had just let it by. And that, my dear diary is what is about to happen here. I will strike and when I strike, all that pent up anger and hatred will explode from me. Snape would have never seen this before.

I might be speaking in anger, but my actions will not be rash. I have everything planned out. I will execute my plan slowly. I will take my time and slowly bring him down. I will be his downfall. However, for that, I need to be one of Them. I need to fit in with them. I need to manipulate Snape such that he'd trust me with anything. And then, I will be ready.

Goodnight, my sweet. I shall slumber in peace tonight.

Draco Malfoy's Diary Entry

10th September 1991

Dear Diary,

It is official. That Harry Potter is my official enemy from now on. I hate the boy. I will get back at him somehow. I will make my hatred heard. I will let him face my wrath. I am going to scream myself hoarse at him!

On the other hand, remember that mudblood I told you about that day? I think I should invite her to be my friend. I mean, she looked all sad and alone. Noone wants to friend her.

What can possibly go wrong in talking to her? Its not like she's going to bite me! I wonder what Father would say about this. I wanted to owl him, but I was afraid he might scold me. He uses this word-fraturnising. I don't know what it means, but it sounds bad. He would say that mudbloods are not to be spoken to.

Actually, I don't exactly get what it means. I don't even get why we're purebloods and them mudbloods. Are they not all blood? But when I asked Father, he just asked me to shutup. Maybe he's right and I'm wrong. I must ask Uncle Snape.