The Diaries
Part one-Draco
I don't think it was a big surprise to anyone when Voldemort gained control of the wizarding world. He had been warning us a long time, through the Death Eaters. They had spoke in hushed tones to the selected few about his arrival and it got around, so no one was in total shock when the Ministry of Magic fell.
There's not much to do anymore. Not many people around. There's nowhere to go. All the schools fell to his wrath, all the courses went to the dark arts, and few even attended, and since my class was fresh out of Hogwarts when Voldemort had control, we all had nowhere to run, nowhere to go but down.
Harry and Hermione married shortly after the war was over. Not because they loved each other, but because they had nothing left to hold onto. Ron, his father, Fred and George all perished in the fire that took down Hogwarts. The Death Eaters had killed the Grangers, the Durselys were all in an institution, and Potter's parents were long gone.
The war took so many people. There was fighting in all the schools and Diagon Alley was unbearable. Of course, there could be no fighting on Muggle streets, though people did try. There were no aftereffects of the war, no actions taken. The Dark Side was no longer in power, and no one could get the Ministry back on its feet. Percy, who was embedded deep inside the Ministry, as he had risen in importance throughout the better years, tried his hardest to get the wizarding world back on its feet, but his grief and everyone's ill spirits made it unbearable.
There were few left from my class. Most of the people I knew well died fighting for the Dark Lord. Most of the people anyone knew died fighting for someone. *************************************************************
As I said before, there's no place to go anymore. I can't return to my home. My father died there, in my bedroom, during the last battle where my mother and I almost died as well. My mother would not allow anyone to move my father's body, and I doubt she's even left the room where he died. I tried walking on the grounds once, but kept finding things that reminded me of the consequences of dark magic, and fled.
I saw Harry and Hermione once, as they too were trying to go through Diagon Alley to pick up the pieces of their past. All childhood bickering long forgotten and all the hostility had fallen away with the war and all. They invited me to pay a visit to their home in London, but I declined. I think they knew why.
My father was one of the main causes of the war and death and suffering. He urged Voldemort to keep going, keep killing, to gain control. Had my father not been so stubborn, the war may not have happened.
He almost killed me.
I was never the one he wanted. I had an older brother, but my father killed him as well, for as he got older, his powers were more powerful than my fathers, and my brother became a threat to him. That's all I know. They never even told me his name.
It wouldn't have surprised me if my father chose to kill me to save The Dark Lord. He abused me often as a child, told me to suck it up and be cold, not to let anyone in, because then I would forget the real mission: domination.
But I never wanted to dominate. I just wanted to live. Live a life normally, or as normal as I could with my fathers reputation sewn onto my last name. Maybe that's what I'll do. Live normally. Fathers dead, mother's insane, got no friends, no lover to blame, might as well go down..
Bones sinking like stones All that we fought for Homes, places we've grown, All of us are done for
We live in a beautiful world Yea we do, yea we do, We live in a beautiful world Yea we do, yea we do.
Bones sinking like stones All that we fought for Homes, places we've grown All of us are done for
We live in a beautiful world Yea we do, yea we do, We live in a beautiful world Yea we do, yea we do.
Oh, all that I know There's nothing here to run for Cause yea, everybody here Has got somebody to lean on.
Lyrics from "Don't Panic" by Coldplay. What do ya think??
I don't think it was a big surprise to anyone when Voldemort gained control of the wizarding world. He had been warning us a long time, through the Death Eaters. They had spoke in hushed tones to the selected few about his arrival and it got around, so no one was in total shock when the Ministry of Magic fell.
There's not much to do anymore. Not many people around. There's nowhere to go. All the schools fell to his wrath, all the courses went to the dark arts, and few even attended, and since my class was fresh out of Hogwarts when Voldemort had control, we all had nowhere to run, nowhere to go but down.
Harry and Hermione married shortly after the war was over. Not because they loved each other, but because they had nothing left to hold onto. Ron, his father, Fred and George all perished in the fire that took down Hogwarts. The Death Eaters had killed the Grangers, the Durselys were all in an institution, and Potter's parents were long gone.
The war took so many people. There was fighting in all the schools and Diagon Alley was unbearable. Of course, there could be no fighting on Muggle streets, though people did try. There were no aftereffects of the war, no actions taken. The Dark Side was no longer in power, and no one could get the Ministry back on its feet. Percy, who was embedded deep inside the Ministry, as he had risen in importance throughout the better years, tried his hardest to get the wizarding world back on its feet, but his grief and everyone's ill spirits made it unbearable.
There were few left from my class. Most of the people I knew well died fighting for the Dark Lord. Most of the people anyone knew died fighting for someone. *************************************************************
As I said before, there's no place to go anymore. I can't return to my home. My father died there, in my bedroom, during the last battle where my mother and I almost died as well. My mother would not allow anyone to move my father's body, and I doubt she's even left the room where he died. I tried walking on the grounds once, but kept finding things that reminded me of the consequences of dark magic, and fled.
I saw Harry and Hermione once, as they too were trying to go through Diagon Alley to pick up the pieces of their past. All childhood bickering long forgotten and all the hostility had fallen away with the war and all. They invited me to pay a visit to their home in London, but I declined. I think they knew why.
My father was one of the main causes of the war and death and suffering. He urged Voldemort to keep going, keep killing, to gain control. Had my father not been so stubborn, the war may not have happened.
He almost killed me.
I was never the one he wanted. I had an older brother, but my father killed him as well, for as he got older, his powers were more powerful than my fathers, and my brother became a threat to him. That's all I know. They never even told me his name.
It wouldn't have surprised me if my father chose to kill me to save The Dark Lord. He abused me often as a child, told me to suck it up and be cold, not to let anyone in, because then I would forget the real mission: domination.
But I never wanted to dominate. I just wanted to live. Live a life normally, or as normal as I could with my fathers reputation sewn onto my last name. Maybe that's what I'll do. Live normally. Fathers dead, mother's insane, got no friends, no lover to blame, might as well go down..
Bones sinking like stones All that we fought for Homes, places we've grown, All of us are done for
We live in a beautiful world Yea we do, yea we do, We live in a beautiful world Yea we do, yea we do.
Bones sinking like stones All that we fought for Homes, places we've grown All of us are done for
We live in a beautiful world Yea we do, yea we do, We live in a beautiful world Yea we do, yea we do.
Oh, all that I know There's nothing here to run for Cause yea, everybody here Has got somebody to lean on.
Lyrics from "Don't Panic" by Coldplay. What do ya think??
