Sorry it took me so long to get another chapter up but I have been very sick for the past few weeks, I promise you though I am not going to quit writing this one I have actually become quite fond of it. I spent some time adding a few things to the last chapter because I felt it was a bit rushed, I hope you all will continue reading an will enjoy!
Diary of Draco Malfoy
Merlin save me! He tried to kill me, why didn't he? Why couldn't he just kill me like he wanted to, like I wanted him to? He knew that I wanted him to, he could see what I was thinking I know he could. What all he saw I don't know, does he know that I write reports to my father about him everyday? I don't know, if he did he probably would have told Dumbledore and gotten me into more trouble than I am already in. That whore stole my damned journal! How did she get into my room! I probably will never know.
Even now a week later I can still feel where his hands were wrapped around my throat, I remember feeling lightly excited at the foreign contact with my enemy. I stared into his eyes as his powers over came his body and felt him as he penetrated my thoughts with his mind and I didn't resist him. I don't even know why I didn't try and even appear to fight back, but I surrendered everything to him then, giving him my life if he chose to take it. Oh, how I longed for death as though Harry were my savior from this world, my dark angel sent to grant me release from my destined fate and as the world went black around me I was grateful that it was he that freed me.
When I woke in the hospital wing I lost it, I screamed and cried my frustration at having survived and I cursed Potter for not finishing what he obviously wanted to do. After a calming drought I was brought to Dumbledore's office, the old fool sat in his desk with that irritating twinkle in his eyes. I hadn't seen Potter at first, only paying attention to the headmaster and what Professor Snape was saying to me about the truth potion I was going to be taking, but as I sat I could feel his eyes on me. I didn't look at him but I knew he was there as I was forced to relive and tell the horrific story of how I raped his friend.
He followed me back to the common room, I knew he was there but I didn't stop, still feeling drugged I knew that if asked any question I would mostlikely reveal the truth, but I didn't fear him. As I reached the entrance to Slytherin he called to me, the hatred and anger was so think in his tone it dripped from his words. I didn't want to meet his eyes, but he forced me to and as I did the dazzling emerald orbs felt as though they moved throughout my entire form causing me to shudder. After a few heated words over what had happened to Granger he asked me a question, one that I found strange.
"Why did you want to die?" he asked in a soft whisper. At first I was curious as to why he cared, or if he cared at all. I tried to read him but his wards on himself are much to advanced. After thinking for a moment of how to word my answer I finally chose to blow him off, to tell him to mind his own business, but that's not what came out.
"Who would want to live my life?" I asked, cursing my voice for sounding so damned pathetic. He didn't say anything so I left to go to my room.
I wrote to father about what had happened, and how Pansy had revealed my secret to the entire school, but to my surprise he wasn't angry with her but at me! He was shocked that I had written it all down for anyone to read, though I did hear that she got into much trouble with her parents including a rather nasty howler that she received in the middle of her Transfiguration class. I wish I would have been there for that one. Father forbade me to hurt her, but I nearly failed that demand when she came storming into the common room yesterday.
"You little fucking bastard!" she screamed as she spotted me and stomped over to me, her face was red and I couldn't help but think how childish she looked just then. She had a letter in her hand and waved it in front of my face, I tried to retain control over my temper, but then again this is what I had expected by writing the letter to her.
"You don't dump me, Malfoy, I dumped you when I read your little diary and found out" she was screaming, everyone in the common room had stopped to watch the scene.
"Don't." I said cutting her off with a single word and glaring icily at her as I stood from my seat by the fire. I'm taller than she is so I looked down at her.
"Go to hell Malfoy….you think you are so great…like some perfect little sex god, but I have news for you, you're nothing but pureblood trash and one day you will get what is coming to you."
"It's not like you ever complained about sex, not that I actually enjoyed it." I said in a bored tone. Her hand came around and with an open palm struck my cheek, I had expected this also but acted as though it hadn't even happened, remaining unmoving with the glare over my features. She had apparently wanted some reaction for she had cringed as if waiting for my physical attack on her.
"Don't you have anything to say to me!" she yelled throwing her arms up in the air exasperatedly.
"Yes…where is my god-damned journal." I spat. She let out a high pitched scream and the pulled this very same small black book from her robes and threw it at me.
"Get out of my face, you little whore." I said between clinched teeth and then moved around her to go to my private chambers and slammed the door. I haven't seen her in a few days, she must be hiding out somewhere but I know she will be back soon enough wanting sex or something else from me. Though she said that 'I am not all that' I know better. She has told me on many occasions that I am the best lover she has ever had and that she would rather be doing me than anyone else on campus, though I believe she has already done half the campus.
Snape has become increasingly annoying, now that he knows that I have basically been added to the Death Eater family he has tried now on several occasions to get me to have a private tea with him, as if I don't know that he is a death eater, I don't want him telling me things about Voldemort or other things that I have to do. I don't want any part of it, right now I just want to be left alone.
Diary of Harry Potter
It's been three weeks since the incident in the hall with the Slytherins and finally it seems that it has become used up as a gossip piece and the rest of the school seems to be getting over it. Hermione is doing better, though for the first week she refused to come out of gryffindor tower and wouldn't let anyone near her other than Ron. Ron actually seems to be forgiving me a bit, he spoke to me once outside of Hermione's room apparently the fact that I was willing to kill Malfoy right then and there was proof that I did care about Hermione and him and that what Dumbledore had told them both about me wanting to search for her and visit her in the hospital was probably true. We don't talk much, he spends most of his time guarding Hermione from the eyes and words of everyone in school but at least he has stopped glaring at me.
Training sessions with Dumbledore have not improved much, I am growing increasingly impatient with him and his repetitious spells and having me practice them over and over again. Sometimes I wonder if I have infact mastered everything there is for him to teach me, that is until today when he mentioned having Mcgonogal begin teaching me the skills of an anamagus. He said that I would get high scores on my Auror Test for disguise if I were to master it.
I was imeditaly excited by the idea and was given several books to read on the subject, apparently I don't get to chose what animal I want to be , it sort of picks me. I wonder what animal I am going to be, but I am many steps behind before I will actually find out what it will be but with the help of my Transfiguration teacher and head of house I am sure it won't take me long to master this as well.
I am still forced to take potions though when I returned to class and found that Malfoy had actually returned Snape demanded I swap partners again , and he was not without reason. But as I took my new seat I felt Malfoy's eyes watching me, but as I turned to look at him he sneered and looked away, there is something different about him, something that I never really noticed before then that I just cannot lay my finger on, but I found my self staring at him in return, only to be yelled at by Snape to return to work.
It's strange how things change, not three weeks ago I thought I had lost everything, all hope and desire to even remain living, it is so odd how things can go from bad to good and back again in a matter of days.
Diary of Draco Malfoy
Breath Draco breath! I have to write this down…I have to! I have to get all the details right…I don't want this to be forgotten. Oh how could they do this to him after everything he has been put through? (-smudge of ink-) Ugh…my hands are shaking. Breath Draco! Damn them all! I can't believe this!
At breakfast this morning everything seemed normal, I sat between Crabbe and Goyle at the Slytherin table watching the reunited Golden Trio with mock disgust, I could see how dramatic a change having his two friends back had made in him. He was eating again, though not much, and I even heard him laughing for the first time this year a few days ago. I have to admit I liked seeing him this way a lot better, it felt as though something had been holding it's fists tightly around my heart and had now loosened its grip however slightly.
Then it happened. A large brown barn owl flew into the hall, it was much to early for regular mail delivery so of course every set of eyes was on the bird as it flew to deliver it's mail directly to Harry J. Potter. Half of the Slytherin table stood to get a better view, but I saw his face as he took the letter from the birds leg and it flew off. Strangely the whole hall had gone silent as if waiting for something big to happen. In this case they were not to be disappointed.
I didn't only see his face pale but I felt it, as though I could sense the trauma suddenly racing through his mind , body and spirit. He stood quickly from his seat, stumbling a bit backwards and leaning against the wall. His eyes remaining glued to the two sheets of paper in his hand. Imeditaly all of his wards and guards were down and I could see his aura changing rapidly with the gambit of emotions that small letter created. A soft strangled, heart-wrenching cry came from his lips and he clutched a hand to his chest and closed his eyes against the pain, physical, emotional, or both. I knew that sound, and I knew the reaction he made, deep inside Harry Potters heart was breaking.
The room came alive with talking voice, Granger and even Weasley moved to try and help their pained friend but as one of them touched him, I am not sure which. "Don't you touch me!" he yelled backing away from them both, staggering into the wall, the room going silent once more. By this point the entire staff table was aware of the disturbance with in their students and I saw one of the prefects from Hufflepuff running off , I guessed to get Dumbledore or his head of house.
"It was all a lie….ALL OF IT!" he screamed in anguish, apparently not caring that he was making a scene and that three teachers were rushing to make an early attempt at restraining him. With a slam of a door Dumbledore had arrived and I hoped that he would be able to calm Harry down before he lost control like he did with me. But I was wrong, dead wrong , for as the headmaster walked from behind the staff table , having come from a door behind it, Harry seemed to radiate fury.
I blinked in surprise at the change in his aura and then I couldn't see it anymore, he had pulled his magical being into himself and all of his wards were up. He stormed past the entire Gryffindor table, there was such a tension in the room it felt like it was being drained of oxygen.
"YOU!" Harry yelled, moving quickly to face Dumbledore who was walking towards him with what looked like a small smile. It was probably this that caused Harry to raise his wand. The entire room seemed to gasp at once, a student, and not just any student , the-boy-who-lived was now in a stand off with Dumbleodore. The headmaster stopped his motions to him but raised a hand to silence the hall.
"You…you did this to me…all of it…why? It was all a lie. Am I just your little puppet, old man? Am I! Is this all just a game to you?" he said between clinched teeth, I couldn't help but think how frightening he was in that moment. His hair was messy as usual but the way he stood with such assurance of himself and his abilites against one of the most powerful wizards of the age sent a chill through me.
He was now only about five feet from Dumbledore. "Harry, what is it you are trying to say? What happened?" I new that voice, he was patronizing him, as though he were a child, and though he wasn't speaking to me the tone agrivated me.
"What happened? You want to know what happened? You know what happened… you set me up! You set my entire life up from the day I was born you have been playing me like a piece on a chess board." He yelled, his wand hand unwavering, then he held up the two sheets of parchment, "You told them to be my friends, why? To make sure that I was in Gryffindor, to have someone keeping a close eye on me? TO make sure I didn't want to be a Slytherin? Is that it!"
From the Gryffindor table Hermione Granger gasped and fainted into the arms of her boyfriend, the entire hall was silent with shock. Albus Dumbledore had told Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley to be friends with Harry Potter. For a long moment I didn't believe it, it had to be a prank, a cruel joke someone was playing on the boy wonder.
"Yes, Harry." Dumbledore said , causing another gasp from the room and everyone began talking and he raised his hands again for silence. "But…you must understand, Harry…I needed to make sure that you would be lead in the right direction, I know you might find it harsh to have to put so much hardship in your life but one life doesn't stand up to that of the life of the entire world."
The prophecy, that's what this was all about, Harry was the one who was suppose to save us all, and Dumbledore had sacrificed Harry's life before he was even able to decide for himself. There was a long silence and the two just stood there, Harry still glaring at his headmaster.
"I quit….find someone else to fight your god-forsaken war…I've had enough." He said in an angry but tired voice, and with a flick of his wrist he threw his wand at Dumbledore, it fell to the floor at his feet, Harry stormed out of the Great Hall as it erupted with people talking. Dumbledore didn't follow him, mearly bent and picked up the fallen wand. I was aware of someone speaking to me in an amused tone, but I wasn't listening.
Harry was leaving, and he had left his wand behind which meant he was going back to the muggle world and leaving this one to it's dark fate. 'I have to find him….' I remember thinking and as everyone began to flood the entrance hall to go to their classes I ran, looking for Harry knowing that some how I had to bring him back.