July 19, 1996
Dear Journal,
I don't know why I am writing in this again. I mean, I guess after I wrote yesterday I felt a little better to get some stuff off my mind, but still, it is foolish. This is the last time I will write in this blasted journal, I swear.
Anyways, Sev came over today, and we talked for a long time. He understands how much I miss Father. He's been gone for about a month now, and I hate it. Sev tries his best to comfort me. He asked me something that shocked me to no end. He asked me if I really wanted to be a Death Eater. Merlin, was I surprised. I know my Godfather is a Death Eater, so I didn't know what to tell him. Sev told me to be honest; whatever I said wouldn't get me into any trouble whatsoever. I was still unsure, so I did the only thing I could. I didn't say anything. That's right, I kept my mouth shut and stared at him stupidly. I feel like an idiot. Then my Godfather suggested that I think about it tonight and give him an answer tomorrow. Thank God, crisis averted momentarily.
Mother thinks I am sleeping right now. She is so easy to fool. Father, on the other hand, is not. I remember when I was four I entered a stage my father referred to as "Testing the Boundaries." That whole year was hell, my father told me. I kept doing things to test my parents' patients, like pranks. When I was caught, I blamed everything on the house-elves. My mother believed every word I would say, and then she would go and make the house-elves punish themselves. Father, of course, would always see right through my lies, and, well, my day would never end very good after that.
Mother has always babied me since the day I was born. Father has always taught me how to behave like a "Proper Malfoy." He taught me everything I knew before I went to Hogwarts, and he was always there for the discipline, and for "teaching me my place." Mother could never bring herself to lay a hand on me. But through it all, I always felt like I could talk to Father about almost anything. I say 'almost anything,' because there is one thing I am afraid of telling him. I don't want to be a Death Eater.
-Draco Malfoy
A/N: There you go another chapter written! Tell me what you think, but please, no flamers. Helpful criticism is always welcome though!