I would be lying if I told you that this was my first fanfiction. It isn't. My personality has changed, and so have my stories. The following diary entry of Draco Malfoy is purely out of my own imagination, and how I imagine him to be. He is not my character...anyway, if this story attracts any attention, I would like a beta reader, and reviews are always welcome, of any kind. Even flames...though I do consider them rude. I'll stop boring you here...let the story begin to unfold...

May 23

He died last night. Dumbledore. I was ordered to kill him and failed. For a split second in time, I faltered. My life will now always be centered around that hesitation, questioning why I didn't just kill him.

I didn't have it in me. I knew I didn't from the beginning. Sure, I hate people and treat them horribly and get this sort of pleasure from it, but I...just couldn't. I put that aside in the beginning. My family's name was on the line, and I would die if I didn't complete the mission. He would kill me. Voldemort. I find I have no respect for the being who has taken everything away from me. My mother has disappeared and I have gone into hiding with Severus. All because of the monster who wishes to take over the world. Maybe he will...but I'll be damned if I let someone rule my fucking life.

Well, I'm wanting a change of subject, so here it goes. I found this notebook in the house Severus and I are hiding at for the moment. It's been two weeks since the "accident" as I now call it. I don't know the purpose of writing in this ratty old thing, but somehow it comforts me. I can tell my thoughts to something that will never betray me. There are some may charms on here, it probably looks like some poor excuse for an old novel, and I'm so gifted with Occlumency now that no one will be able to read this but me, unless I forget to put the charms back up when I'm finished writing, and I NEVER forget. I miss my old lavish life-style, though, the parties with the elite, the clothes, the attention. Now, I've been reduced to slime and dust in order to live...it isn't exactly what I'm used to. I don't expect to stay here for long. Severus and I decided it wasn't safe to stay in a place for a long period of time. We might start attracting attention from people who's attention we don't want. The muggle world isn't what I thought it would be, I still don't like them, but I admire how quickly they catch onto things and learn to adapt. I don't think I could survive without magic.

Severus has just told me that we're leaving and relocating to a new location. I'm thinking I'll write when I get there. If you don't hear from me, dear journal, then I might have died, or realized how stupid it is to confide in something inanimate. Like you would care anyway...you're just a notebook.

Well, there goes the first chapter...I want write anymore unless I get a review. At least one...it's not too much to ask for. Until then...happy days to everyone.