March 3rd
I sent a letter to my mothers estate manager, asking how and when she died. He said she died on April fifth, and she succumbed to mort interieur. She died inside.
I've been thinking a lot about that. The wizard who did her autopsy said that she literally died from a virus of the mind. She did not kill herself, her mind did. Lucius must have given the doctor a large sum of money to create such a believable cause of death. I have received no letter from my mothers family, nor from Lucius. I do not expect to. Because of me my mother stayed with Lucius and died inside. And I have turned my back on him, he will make no communication with me. To Lucius I am dead already.
I remember being a child, growing up in the huge Malfoy manor. Before my mother started to lose children, before my father started to beat her. We were happy, I honestly believed that I was superior to the rest of the world, to Muggles and wizards alike. We would see people richer than us, but my father knew things about them, terrible things, but if those stories did not make me feel better abput being a Malfoy, my father would lure the families children into being death-eaters, and they would be arrested. The families were shamed. He did it to so many, ruining them forever, shaming the family name because he had power. Crabbe. Goyle. MacNair. Helenus. Ll of them lured into something they would not have volunteered themselves into ordinarily. And my mother. I've seen pictures of her as a girl. Slim and pretty, with wide blue eyes and golden hair. The alst time I saw her, her eyes were grey, and surrounded by black circles. She was thin and haggard and her hair was completely white.
I did not raise my fist. But I killed her. One day I too, will die inside.
Draco
I sent a letter to my mothers estate manager, asking how and when she died. He said she died on April fifth, and she succumbed to mort interieur. She died inside.
I've been thinking a lot about that. The wizard who did her autopsy said that she literally died from a virus of the mind. She did not kill herself, her mind did. Lucius must have given the doctor a large sum of money to create such a believable cause of death. I have received no letter from my mothers family, nor from Lucius. I do not expect to. Because of me my mother stayed with Lucius and died inside. And I have turned my back on him, he will make no communication with me. To Lucius I am dead already.
I remember being a child, growing up in the huge Malfoy manor. Before my mother started to lose children, before my father started to beat her. We were happy, I honestly believed that I was superior to the rest of the world, to Muggles and wizards alike. We would see people richer than us, but my father knew things about them, terrible things, but if those stories did not make me feel better abput being a Malfoy, my father would lure the families children into being death-eaters, and they would be arrested. The families were shamed. He did it to so many, ruining them forever, shaming the family name because he had power. Crabbe. Goyle. MacNair. Helenus. Ll of them lured into something they would not have volunteered themselves into ordinarily. And my mother. I've seen pictures of her as a girl. Slim and pretty, with wide blue eyes and golden hair. The alst time I saw her, her eyes were grey, and surrounded by black circles. She was thin and haggard and her hair was completely white.
I did not raise my fist. But I killed her. One day I too, will die inside.
Draco
