The Most Dangerous Game

A/N: All inspiration comes from a question we were asked in English class: What is the most dangerous game? By the way, if you've ever read the short story "The Most Dangerous Game"…this is completely different.

This is basically a condensed version of "Spy Games" and combines two of my favorite things: espionage and Harry Potter. This takes place sometime during the war. Maybe it take place during Draco's trial or something. I don't know or care.

The Most Dangerous Game

I have been called stupid before; I have been called many things. People have wondered how I can survive the way I do and why I do what I do. They have told me that I'm blinded by power and lies, and that if I opened my eyes I would see the truth. But what is truth, anyway? Truth is an opinion. Truth is a lie. And, in my opinion, I was-and am-right.

I operate on the thin line between what is right and what is wrong. I know that what I am doing is wrong, but I do not care. I am doing the wrong things for the right reasons, and for now that is a good enough reason for me to continue. I know that, one day, everything will catch up to me, but for now I am strong enough to continue running.

Deception is the most dangerous game. I live only to deceive; each lie I tell is my saving grace, but it is also my death sentence. If I were to be found out, I would die. It is as simple as that. I am guilty, and I am knowingly guilty. I am not insane; I am not acting under the influence of any curse. They are wrong and I am right, but death has no prejudices. Death is not on my side. But, so far, life has been.

My name is Draco Malfoy, and I am a spy for the Dark side. I have deceived, lied, stolen, fabricated, and-though I risk being caught by saying this-murdered. I helped the Dark Lord win the war and enslave and kill countless Muggles and Mudbloods. I plead guilty; I am not going to lie anymore, because I know that it will not help anything. But I know that I am right. And I am not sorry.

(the end)