How you remind me
Chapter 2
I am a death eater. Is no hard confession to make, everyone expected me to be so.
I like to kill, I was born to be like this, this is my future, and I already gave myself to it.
My first experience was when I was fifteen years old. I had just returned from school for the summer, mother and father weren't at home and I was alone dealing with my anger.
Once again, that ass-kisser Golden Boy Harry Potter, was everyone's favourite, the best in Quidditch, the one with the teachers at his feet, the one that escaped from my master once again.
I was pissed, I had been thinking in my room when she came, and I knew I was ready for it, She had been nosy and I suspected she was passing information to some wizards of the ministry. Father knew about his, but he said that he would give her a good punishment soon. Though soon was a little too long.
I hated her, she was an obstacle for my master's plans, I needed to push her out of my way.
Deloris was her name, she was very young, our youngest maid I guess. Right now she would be around 21, she was almost my age.
Come here, I said, Let young master Draco talk to you, yes, yes come closer, I wont hurt you, (well maybe I will) There... it wasn't that bad was...oops! Im sorry, did that hurt?. Deloris? Deloris?
Father knew it had been me, he didn't say a word about it but I knew it was one of the few times that he had been proud at me. I guess he expected me to do it.
I was proud too. Though, my first experience in murdering was in my early teens, I knew how to handle it, Because, you know? Im a Malfoy and Malfoys are the most ice-hearted people in the world, but I guess you already knew that.
I hate my father. When I was young, I had sworn to myself that I would never become like him, and watch me now! I AM him.
Lucius took everything I loved. A few years ago, he and Mother had a major discussion. About me. Probably mother still had some human heart left and she didn't wanted me to become one more with my Master. He also killed her. And now im alone. There's no one else who would give their life for me, and if there were, I doubt they'd do it now.
I don't like what I've became. But its my future and im willing to accept it.
I am nineteen years old now and I know everything about the world that surrounds me. I know how wizards and muggles act, how they live, how they kill... I've become rather an expert in the art you know?
I was seventeen and a half years old when I became a death eater, I wasn't even sure I wanted to be one. I was stupid, always bossing around bullying everyone for being who I was, I goddamn death eater I should have known there was nothing to be proud of!. I never knew what it was for real.
I was arrogant and ambitious when I first started. Master said I wouldn't be strong enough for this and he wanted to kill me, but I proved them I worked hard and now im one of his most valuable supporters.
Lord Voldemort doesn't forgive mistakes, not anymore at least. Many fellows death eaters had died on his own hands, and we're less every time, I've came to realize that the Dark Lord needs new supporters, I know a few people who would really love to join the dark lord, but that wouldn't still be enough. Most of them are stupid, weak and brainless gits, that would just be as a temporal support.
The truth is, as everyone knows, that people are scared to go back to the dark side because they're afraid to get caught. Bullshit. They know that Master is even stronger than before, they wont come back because they know he'll have their heads. Sooner or later he will, anyways.
Im growing impatient.
Chapter 2
I am a death eater. Is no hard confession to make, everyone expected me to be so.
I like to kill, I was born to be like this, this is my future, and I already gave myself to it.
My first experience was when I was fifteen years old. I had just returned from school for the summer, mother and father weren't at home and I was alone dealing with my anger.
Once again, that ass-kisser Golden Boy Harry Potter, was everyone's favourite, the best in Quidditch, the one with the teachers at his feet, the one that escaped from my master once again.
I was pissed, I had been thinking in my room when she came, and I knew I was ready for it, She had been nosy and I suspected she was passing information to some wizards of the ministry. Father knew about his, but he said that he would give her a good punishment soon. Though soon was a little too long.
I hated her, she was an obstacle for my master's plans, I needed to push her out of my way.
Deloris was her name, she was very young, our youngest maid I guess. Right now she would be around 21, she was almost my age.
Come here, I said, Let young master Draco talk to you, yes, yes come closer, I wont hurt you, (well maybe I will) There... it wasn't that bad was...oops! Im sorry, did that hurt?. Deloris? Deloris?
Father knew it had been me, he didn't say a word about it but I knew it was one of the few times that he had been proud at me. I guess he expected me to do it.
I was proud too. Though, my first experience in murdering was in my early teens, I knew how to handle it, Because, you know? Im a Malfoy and Malfoys are the most ice-hearted people in the world, but I guess you already knew that.
I hate my father. When I was young, I had sworn to myself that I would never become like him, and watch me now! I AM him.
Lucius took everything I loved. A few years ago, he and Mother had a major discussion. About me. Probably mother still had some human heart left and she didn't wanted me to become one more with my Master. He also killed her. And now im alone. There's no one else who would give their life for me, and if there were, I doubt they'd do it now.
I don't like what I've became. But its my future and im willing to accept it.
I am nineteen years old now and I know everything about the world that surrounds me. I know how wizards and muggles act, how they live, how they kill... I've become rather an expert in the art you know?
I was seventeen and a half years old when I became a death eater, I wasn't even sure I wanted to be one. I was stupid, always bossing around bullying everyone for being who I was, I goddamn death eater I should have known there was nothing to be proud of!. I never knew what it was for real.
I was arrogant and ambitious when I first started. Master said I wouldn't be strong enough for this and he wanted to kill me, but I proved them I worked hard and now im one of his most valuable supporters.
Lord Voldemort doesn't forgive mistakes, not anymore at least. Many fellows death eaters had died on his own hands, and we're less every time, I've came to realize that the Dark Lord needs new supporters, I know a few people who would really love to join the dark lord, but that wouldn't still be enough. Most of them are stupid, weak and brainless gits, that would just be as a temporal support.
The truth is, as everyone knows, that people are scared to go back to the dark side because they're afraid to get caught. Bullshit. They know that Master is even stronger than before, they wont come back because they know he'll have their heads. Sooner or later he will, anyways.
Im growing impatient.