Sorry it's been so long, but I am snowed under with work! I take it you've
all seen the extra scene - Mr Malfoy is looking particularly fine - I love
the way he wields his cane!
I must warn fans of the main Gryffindor three that I'll be mocking them a
little bit here.
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To think that I had offered to be her friend. They say it is the Slytherin who are unfriendly, yet it is I who extended the hand of friendship. It was an accolade many of our people can only dream of, the offer of friendship from a Malfoy. However I deemed the one witch who had managed to defeat Lord Voldemort single-handedly worthy of such an honour. To ally ourselves with a force potentially stronger than any other would have been of great value to us. Under our command Harriet Potter could have helped us rule the wizarding world. She must have been aware of the advantages to my gracious offer, but she snubbed me. She actually turned round and insulted me. I was too shell-shocked and disorientated to think of any comeback. For the first time I experienced humiliation and rejection. I can not rest until I have avenged this.
It was hardly surprising that she was chosen to be a Gryffindor. Her ignorance of our society, her stubborn refusal to bow to my authority, her 'bravery' that verged on stupidity. She refused to acknowledge the other Slytherin on the train, preferring to sit with that loathsome red headed thing she drags round with her and pig out on all the sweets from the buffet cart. I was so annoyed - I was planning to do that. Since the first day Potter and the ginger twit have been inseparable, along with that ugly girl who's name I still can't remember that keeps putting her hand up in class. It's ludicrous - she is so desperate to show off her vast wealth of useless facts that she rises right out of the seat. Yes - I've seen it! I put sticky potion on her seat once and when she shot up in the air the chair came along with her, glued to her fat behind. Thing is - she kept forgetting it was there and it happened time and time again. Christ, it was funny!
Those three make me sick. They seem to make it their mission to interrupt the smooth running of my life. But it's more than that. It's the open defiance, the flouting of the unwritten codes of the wizarding social order. Up until Potter came along every single wizard I met showed at least a token measure of deference to us. Of course the majority of people absolutely detest us, but that doesn't bother me in the slightest. We Malfoys don't wish to be liked, we wish to be revered. Reliance on others is a weakness, the truly strong and powerful hold others in their control and manipulate them at their will.
The resistance I have encountered from Potter and her fellow Gryffindor is most disconcerting to say the least. I decided straight away that this had to be nipped in the bud, and that Potter needed to be punished, severely.
At first it was amusing getting Potter into trouble. I got countless points deducted from Gryffindor on her behalf - a ridiculous number of those during Potions. Filch and Peeves were easy to send into her path and she received numerous detentions in her first year. That girl was so gullible, I managed to convince her she was going to get expelled at least once a month. However I soon grew bored. Such childish games were not enough. I wanted to destroy her, to grind her spirit into the ground, to make her very existence unbearable. Harriet Potter had to learn not to mess with Draconis Malfoy, daughter of Lucius Malfoy.
I originally came up with the idea as yet another way of getting Potter into trouble. I was dissatisfied with the plan at first, as earning detention for Potter had long ago ceased to soothe my anger. The I saw the twist in the tale. The news spread quickly. Overnight Gryffindor had crashed from top to bottom of the league table, and everyone knew why. Potter's precious Gryffindor cast her out. After less than a year at Hogwarts she had destroyed everything in a moment of stupidity. And I was there at the turn of every corner with a knowing smirk on my face, another painful reminder of her fall from disgrace into despair. The beauty of it was that she knew it was my doing. No matter what, Slytherin always gain the upper hand.
Since then I have initiated many other campaigns against Potter. The next torture I had in mind was double the intensity. It was not just her house that I turned against her, but the whole school, including the teachers. Even her closest friends had trouble believing her this time. My Father had explained the effect of Lord Voldemort's curse, how some of his powers were passed on to her. I seized my chance at the dueling club, releasing a serpent from the tip of my wand. The Hufflepuff - who are somewhat lacking in intelligence - could only perceive what was in front of their eyes; the snake poised to strike at one of their most popular members, and Potter staring intently at it uttering the unintelligible language of Parseltongue. No one thought for a moment that the snake may have been mine, even though it was I who summoned it. I was the only one who could have known that she was trying to lure the snake away from her friend, but though it was Potter who spoke, the snake was under my command. I too am a Parselmouth, but unlike her I am aware of the stigma attached to the ability, and I keep it hidden. It inconveniences me not to be able to speak to snakes here, and I miss the serpents that I keep at home. However the longing for my Father when I'm alone far outweighs this, so my pets are usually beyond my contemplation. I remembered them for this purpose though, and I would send snakes to Potter at inopportune moments to attempt to engage her in conversation. It nearly drove her insane - she would be walking down a corridor jammed with Hufflepuff, when a snake would slither up and enquire about the weather. I was sure I was about to break her this time. Every single student pointed the finger of blame at her, and conversations would stop as she entered the room. Harriet Potter was completely and utterly alone. She walked the halls of the school as a pariah, her eyes downcast, shoulders hunched, wounded by the hostility of her fellows. She was forced into solitude for much of the year, to avoid the loathing she encountered wherever she turned, and to avoid the look of contented satisfaction in my eyes.
Being the object of hatred is worst for a Gryffindor as they rely heavily on the support and approval of others. The Hufflepuff too are susceptible, yet they throw themselves into working hard to regain people's trust. The more refined Slytherin look out for themselves, seeing others as instruments for their own gains, or as pawns in their games. A Gryffindor though, is utterly lost. Potter is particularly vulnerable to this innate weakness, and that is available for me to exploit.
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I'll admit that the style of that was slightly different. Plus, I neglected to mention the main character much. I didn't really like this chapter, but it was necessary background. I'll be able to get into the best bit soon, but when I do the rating will have to increase, I'm afraid.
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To think that I had offered to be her friend. They say it is the Slytherin who are unfriendly, yet it is I who extended the hand of friendship. It was an accolade many of our people can only dream of, the offer of friendship from a Malfoy. However I deemed the one witch who had managed to defeat Lord Voldemort single-handedly worthy of such an honour. To ally ourselves with a force potentially stronger than any other would have been of great value to us. Under our command Harriet Potter could have helped us rule the wizarding world. She must have been aware of the advantages to my gracious offer, but she snubbed me. She actually turned round and insulted me. I was too shell-shocked and disorientated to think of any comeback. For the first time I experienced humiliation and rejection. I can not rest until I have avenged this.
It was hardly surprising that she was chosen to be a Gryffindor. Her ignorance of our society, her stubborn refusal to bow to my authority, her 'bravery' that verged on stupidity. She refused to acknowledge the other Slytherin on the train, preferring to sit with that loathsome red headed thing she drags round with her and pig out on all the sweets from the buffet cart. I was so annoyed - I was planning to do that. Since the first day Potter and the ginger twit have been inseparable, along with that ugly girl who's name I still can't remember that keeps putting her hand up in class. It's ludicrous - she is so desperate to show off her vast wealth of useless facts that she rises right out of the seat. Yes - I've seen it! I put sticky potion on her seat once and when she shot up in the air the chair came along with her, glued to her fat behind. Thing is - she kept forgetting it was there and it happened time and time again. Christ, it was funny!
Those three make me sick. They seem to make it their mission to interrupt the smooth running of my life. But it's more than that. It's the open defiance, the flouting of the unwritten codes of the wizarding social order. Up until Potter came along every single wizard I met showed at least a token measure of deference to us. Of course the majority of people absolutely detest us, but that doesn't bother me in the slightest. We Malfoys don't wish to be liked, we wish to be revered. Reliance on others is a weakness, the truly strong and powerful hold others in their control and manipulate them at their will.
The resistance I have encountered from Potter and her fellow Gryffindor is most disconcerting to say the least. I decided straight away that this had to be nipped in the bud, and that Potter needed to be punished, severely.
At first it was amusing getting Potter into trouble. I got countless points deducted from Gryffindor on her behalf - a ridiculous number of those during Potions. Filch and Peeves were easy to send into her path and she received numerous detentions in her first year. That girl was so gullible, I managed to convince her she was going to get expelled at least once a month. However I soon grew bored. Such childish games were not enough. I wanted to destroy her, to grind her spirit into the ground, to make her very existence unbearable. Harriet Potter had to learn not to mess with Draconis Malfoy, daughter of Lucius Malfoy.
I originally came up with the idea as yet another way of getting Potter into trouble. I was dissatisfied with the plan at first, as earning detention for Potter had long ago ceased to soothe my anger. The I saw the twist in the tale. The news spread quickly. Overnight Gryffindor had crashed from top to bottom of the league table, and everyone knew why. Potter's precious Gryffindor cast her out. After less than a year at Hogwarts she had destroyed everything in a moment of stupidity. And I was there at the turn of every corner with a knowing smirk on my face, another painful reminder of her fall from disgrace into despair. The beauty of it was that she knew it was my doing. No matter what, Slytherin always gain the upper hand.
Since then I have initiated many other campaigns against Potter. The next torture I had in mind was double the intensity. It was not just her house that I turned against her, but the whole school, including the teachers. Even her closest friends had trouble believing her this time. My Father had explained the effect of Lord Voldemort's curse, how some of his powers were passed on to her. I seized my chance at the dueling club, releasing a serpent from the tip of my wand. The Hufflepuff - who are somewhat lacking in intelligence - could only perceive what was in front of their eyes; the snake poised to strike at one of their most popular members, and Potter staring intently at it uttering the unintelligible language of Parseltongue. No one thought for a moment that the snake may have been mine, even though it was I who summoned it. I was the only one who could have known that she was trying to lure the snake away from her friend, but though it was Potter who spoke, the snake was under my command. I too am a Parselmouth, but unlike her I am aware of the stigma attached to the ability, and I keep it hidden. It inconveniences me not to be able to speak to snakes here, and I miss the serpents that I keep at home. However the longing for my Father when I'm alone far outweighs this, so my pets are usually beyond my contemplation. I remembered them for this purpose though, and I would send snakes to Potter at inopportune moments to attempt to engage her in conversation. It nearly drove her insane - she would be walking down a corridor jammed with Hufflepuff, when a snake would slither up and enquire about the weather. I was sure I was about to break her this time. Every single student pointed the finger of blame at her, and conversations would stop as she entered the room. Harriet Potter was completely and utterly alone. She walked the halls of the school as a pariah, her eyes downcast, shoulders hunched, wounded by the hostility of her fellows. She was forced into solitude for much of the year, to avoid the loathing she encountered wherever she turned, and to avoid the look of contented satisfaction in my eyes.
Being the object of hatred is worst for a Gryffindor as they rely heavily on the support and approval of others. The Hufflepuff too are susceptible, yet they throw themselves into working hard to regain people's trust. The more refined Slytherin look out for themselves, seeing others as instruments for their own gains, or as pawns in their games. A Gryffindor though, is utterly lost. Potter is particularly vulnerable to this innate weakness, and that is available for me to exploit.
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I'll admit that the style of that was slightly different. Plus, I neglected to mention the main character much. I didn't really like this chapter, but it was necessary background. I'll be able to get into the best bit soon, but when I do the rating will have to increase, I'm afraid.
