…:::*Dear, Dear Diary*:::…
Hey PpLs,
I don't really have anything to say, except here is chapter two. Oh and just to let you know: I, Ashley Sheridan, am not going to post anymore of my stories back up until this one is finished. So far this is the most serious fic I've ever attempted to work on. I just hope that it's successful. Well I'm probably boring you to death, so let's get on with it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything here, with the exception of the plot. That's completely mine. Unless someone else had it and I don't know it, but that doesn't count… Anyhow, everything except the plot is owned by J.K. Rowling.
…:::*Dear, Dear Diary*:::…
Harry Potter Fan Fiction
A Draco and Ginny Fiction
Time Started Writing: 4:43 p.m.
By: Ashley Nicole
"…" = Speech
Italics = Thoughts
#…# = POV Change
*~*~* = Scene Change
= Time Elapsed
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"How do you do it?
In your mind I'm just blind
You're right all of the time
If I think for myself, I guess I'm way out of line
I'm not who you are
I'm so sorry"
-Anything Right by POD
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Along with all the good and bad things that happened for the Weasley's and co., some good and bad things happened to others too. The Malfoy's were another family (If you could call them that at all) that experienced problems and solutions.
Along with the fall of the Dark Lord, so went his followers. Most were sentenced to life in Azkaban, and others were given the Dementor's Kiss. Lucius Malfoy was one of the men who were given the Dementor's Kiss. It may have been a sad thing to some, but the rest of the Malfoy's (Which now only consisted of two) rejoiced, in a relieved sort of way.
Narcissa Malfoy was for once in her life relaxing and living the way she wanted to, without her husband or her son. Soon after her husband's death, Narcissa moved out of Malfoy Manor and wasn't seen since the first time she departed. She would send an owl every once in a while, but her letters never ended with 'I love You's or 'I Hope to see you soon's. In fact she didn't even write good-bye. She would just sign her name.
Then there was the last Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Once a snotty, arrogant, git. He pranced around anywhere he could saying how he was a pureblood magician, and how he was perfect. But Draco was quite the opposite of any of the things he ever said. He was still very rude, yes. He was of course pureblooded, but he wasn't perfect. He was very, very, far from perfect indeed.
This big turn in his life first happened when he started to attend Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. His first year was okay besides his meeting with Harry Potter. He had managed well in everything except 'That Potter and his Dream Team'. No matter how hard Draco tired he could never amount to the great Harry Potter, or the Know-It-All Hermione Granger. He couldn't even amount to a poor as dirt Ron Weasley.
He did always do well in classes and in anything else for a matter-o-fact, but he knew it wasn't good enough, and so did his father. At the end of his first year at Hogwarts he received his first beating. The whole time his father was yelling and saying that if he couldn't do better than a mudblood then he was never going to amount to anything. Then after Lucius finally stopped beating Draco, he said these exact words.
"You bad better shape up boy. If you don't do better then it'll be worse next time."
He had then just turned away leaving his eleven-year-old son in pain, and not speaking another word to him for weeks.
After Draco's first beating, there were many. Every time he lost a Quidditch game, every time Granger had beaten him by 1% on a test. Anything he did wrong he paid for. It was even worse when Voldemort had to go back in hiding more then once because of the Boy-Who-Lived. His father would then tell him that it was his fault Voldemort failed, and that he should have amounted to something.
Then the day came when Draco was supposed to become like his father; a Deatheater. It was just last year on his 15th birthday that it happened. He was to receive the Dark Mark, the mark that symbolized evil, and the mark that showed that you were under control of Voldemort.
Draco had tried to refuse the Mark many times, which was why he was going to receive it so late. He was originally supposed to have it by the time he was twelve, but he somehow managed to stall the ceremony.
Again, Draco tried to tell his father he didn't want the mark, but it didn't stop him. He had knocked him unconscious and apparently took him to wherever his ceremony was being held.
When Draco had woken up there were many hooded figured standing around a fire. He knew right away they were other deatheaters, but didn't care very much. He noticed that he had been tied to something and couldn't move very well. He tried to get away while the ceremony was going on but failed.
Then he saw a lanky hooded figure come towards him. When it was about three-four feet away from him he could hear a certain hissing noise and knew; He was Lord Voldemort.
Then just as Voldemort was about to burn the Mark into his skin, at the tope of his left arm, nothing came. No pain no chanting from other deatheaters. What was going on? Draco looked up and there stood Albus Dumbledore with a pack of other wizards right by him.
And that was what happened and that was why he was all by himself in the huge Malfoy Manor. He would sit around all day and do nothing more then play chess with the house elves. He occasionally studied, but he wasn't going back to school for another two weeks so that didn't really interest him.
But no matter how many times Draco told himself that everything would be okay, he knew it wouldn't be. He had thought for a while after his father's death that it would be normal. But something inside him was saying that there was one thing missing.
At night Draco would ponder about the missing thing and try to decide what it was. But every time he thought about it, he felt a certain pain in his chest. He didn't understand why that happened or what it was. All he knew was that there was a missing piece to his puzzle and he needed to find it.
But where was he to find it, and who would have the answers to his questions? Was he even supposed to find the missing piece of his life, or was he meant to be alone?
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A/N: Well I sure hope someone reviews soon. I think this story is going to actually be my favorite out of all the one's I've written. I just wish other people thought the same. But it is pretty early to be able to tell how the story's going to turn out. I'm gonna give you a couple hints. It doesn't end dark. Draco is 17 and Ginny is going to turn 16 in one of the chapters. Oh and they haven't been to school yet. So there now you might want to review. I hope you do. Well words is low ~n~ I gots to go. (Oh Ashley Jamie Kyree, holla to the glow in the dark star stickers ^-^)