"The Chosen One is often told that failure is not an option. The Dark Lord knows that failure, like hurt and harm, is one not simply an option, but one of many companions. True power seldom comes without risk. Sufficient risk eventually results in harm. If you think you can trap a thousand demons and never have a single one break through your defenses and wreak havoc on your mind for a while—then you've likely never summoned any demons at all."

― Jeff Mach,

'The Property of Star-Crossed Black-'

Elegant cursive writing adorned the yellowish brown paper of the journal in deep black ink.

Draco traced his finger on the word 'Black', it was the journal of his one relative... Draco frowned a bit, recalling everyone except one, Sirius Black, from his mother's line was either willingly or forced to follow the Dark Lord...

'How can a journal possibly help me to end all this shit?' Draco pondered, cursing the perverted room. He turned the page and started reading the first page of the journal.

Dear fucking imbecile diary,

I don't know why I the fuck I am even writing this shit and talking to a bloody journal as if it is a fucking person... I think isolation does this to people. I can't even imagine what mother dearest would do if ever she got a mere glimpse of this page. But on the other hand, I want to make her forcefully read the entries so that she could possibly get a heart attack over my uncouthness.

Oh! How can a perfect pureblood heir ever be so filthy with his language?

Scandlous! Abhorent! Abominable!

Draco snorted reading the entry; it was quite relatable... He mused.

Back to the entry... Yes, yesterday the noseless-snake-faced bitch (Oh! How much I want to say this on his face) gave Bella a cup, stating, "You have proven your utmost devotion to myself, so I am granting you the boon to keep one of my most precious things secure in your possession..." Bella has been ecstatic since then and she is still gloating about how honournered she feels about being the most trusted follower, and mother is still sending me glares and looks of disappointment.

Draco froze, 'Bella' as in Bellatrix? She must be as the diary is of one of the Blacks' descendants... Then the 'noseless-snake-faced bitch' must be... Draco gulped before continuing to read.

I have done everything to become the perfect Pureblood heir and the devotee of the biggest bastard of the century(I am really grateful for occulumency or I would be as good as the elf heads on the walls) as she wanted me to... This was what was expected of me after my brother had run away, abandoning me with the sole responsibilities...

Oh! How much I envy him... OH! How much I despise him... I will never ever forgive him... He has left me when I needed him the most... He could have taken me with him... but He didn't, I am a slimy Slytherin after all...

But at least he is happy and free... free from the fate written in the hell of being born into the family of Black.

I kept my head low and followed... every single command... every single raid I had to be a part of slowly tears my heart... The screams of the muggles... The blood stains on my robes haunt me as if they will drown me in my own sorrow, which I have been hiding since the second year when I had to strike my first kill... Now when I am in my year sixth, the year in which most start to fret about their NEWTS and taking the Lordship yet here I am counting the countless lives I have taken... waiting for my fate to strike upon me.

Draco's eyes started to sting reading the para. The similarities between him and the mysterious Black were nerve-racking, making his mind feel a weird sense of sympathy...

Sometimes I even wonder if I could change the back the time... Run away before my brother did so that all my responsibilities would fall upon him so that he could also get a taste of what hell he had left me alone... But I don't think he would have suffered as much as I did...

He was always courageous after all... on the contradiction to a coward monster like me... He would never have followed the rules... never followed in their footsteps... He would never become a Death Eater... he would have died.

Yes, I am a monster because I agree with some idols of the self-proclaimed Dark Lord... The muggles have always been and will be a threat to the wizarding society... I have researched and read countless books about the witch hunts held throughout history. Wix and Muggles would never be able to intermingle and live in peace and prosperity as the old coot of the headmaster proclaims.

The Muggles fear superiority; they will somehow capture us and will cage us for research on us just like lab rats. They have advanced weapons, what they call bombs, missiles, and guns, which are never ever taught in our Muggle studies classes as the old coot says "Teaching children about them will thicken the boundary between the Muggleborns and Pure-bloods even further"... Like Bitch Please! They can wipe our whole world with just one trigger of a mere button if they ever got our location...

Dumbeldore depicts the Muggles as soft-cuddly bunnies, which would by no means do any harm to superiors like us.

But I agree with him on some points too. Though Muggleborns bring the danger of our world being discovered and destroyed, they also bring genetic variations. I have studied and studied and finally came to the conclusion that after ages of inbreeding, the phenomenon called "inbreeding depression" occurs, which reduces our reproductive rate and makes us more prone to diseases.

Halfbloods, in many cases, are found to have more strenght in their magical core than the Pure-bloods. And after some brief study on the family lines, I have discovered the Dark Lord himself is a half-blood, previously known as Tom Morvolo Riddle.

Draco sucked in a deep breath, his head spinning with all the information... The Dark Lord is a Half-blood?

Yes... Bloody hypocrite bitch if you ask me... The Muggleborns strengthen the magic and help overcome the inbreeding depression, but the Wixen world needs to do something about them. The mere Statue of Secrecy is imbecilic. The babies are prone to show Accidental Magic and we just by that will be fucked one day...

The Headmaster, The Chief Mugwump, always declines the suggestions regarding the early detection of the Muggleborns and introducing them to our society at an early age, saying, " They are just children and deserve to live their childhood freely" Bullocks if you ask me... Just imagine if we had taught them about our wonderful world when they were young...

The Samian and Yule would never have been replaced... Our culture would have been preserved.

The Muggleborns grow up in the muggle world. Then when they are introduced to our world, they don't bother to learn about the rich culture of our world. They just move in and demand that they conform to our beliefs. If they don't, then they just must hate all people from Wixen World. I understand that they come into our world not knowing anything, but most of them don't even bother learning. They think of magic and how cool it is, but don't want to learn the history behind it all.

Instead of trying to understand the beautiful heritage of the wizarding world, they harp on the amazing ways that muggles do things and then cry prejudice when wizards don't care. All this could be eradicated if we started raising them from childhood or just gave the Muggleborn's parents some warnings and books to teach them about us under a thick secrecy spell so they could get a good childhood and proper education.

We can by no means eradicate the whole Muggles and Muggleborns... People multiply like bunnies... They just shag and shag! Ugh! Their population is in the millions, for fucks sake.

The Noseless Bastards' idea of genocide is just barbaric... Though I wonder why the Headmaster is turning a blind eye on the issue of Muggle exposure... He had even denied Flitwick's idea of making a Wizarding Custom class. Like bloody hell! And the ghost of a professor who would bore you to death for teaching our beautiful history? Bloody fucking hell!

I even wonder whether either of the Lords really does give any fuck for the Wixen world?

He always encourages fucking Gryffindors and turns a blind eye over the abuse of Slytherins like us... He is the major cause of the long-termed House rivalry... though I most certainly don't want to associate myself with Pigheaded Gryffindors who think all Slytherins are evil I still think the rivalry is absurd.

Everyone seems to have forgotten that Merlin was a Slytherin...

Ughhh! I think I should get drunk or get laid...Both options are far from my reach as I have to get ready for the Potions test tomorrow...

But I wonder what is so special about the cup?

~R.A.B

Draco traced his fingers over the initials, R.A.B... Regulus Articulus Black, his mind supplied, he had visited the old Black estate with his mother when he was a child and couldn't help but shiver, recalling the horrendous display of the elf heads on the wall, claiming them to be a sight of rich heritage. He remembered seeing the family tree craved with the initials of R.A.B... In his diary, Regulus mentions that he was in the sixth year... Draco gulped uneasily, shifting in his place... He will be dead in two years...

The Journal had given him a whole new perspective on the muggle-born issue, and he had only read the first entry...

He placed the diary on his lap and rubbed his eyes. It was getting late... He needed to return to his dormitory... he couldn't miss the classes tomorrow.

He reluctantly picked up the three other books to read their covers out of curiosity...

Soul Magic...

Olde Magic and Rituals...

Factus est verus Dominus.

"Becoming The True Lord-" Draco gasped, and the room of requirement glowed brightly as if it was the happiest sentiment in the whole bloody world.

While the Diadem inside the protective shield trembled in fear looking at the broken blond boy's eyes gleaming with hope.

~Love-K.D