I sit beside the window and I think. Will you come to me, my Lord? Will you come to me and save me from this place they call a prison? When it's cold and the moon shines, I wonder, will you come to me, Lord? Or will you consider me as a disappointment and leave me here to rotten?
Aurors are behind my door all the time. Sometimes there are two of them. I suppose they consider me as a threat and a possible escaper. I would like to consider myself as a possible escaper too but to be honest I have no idea how it's possible to escape this cursed place without my wand. I can't even imagine what this place was when Dementors still guarded Azkaban. It feels like hell now even though I can keep my memories, the good and the bad.
I have nothing to do in my little cell. I only have my bed and a toilet, and the window where I can look to the sea. Sometimes I can hear voices outside but I never see anyone. I don't know how many Death Eaters are in here, how many your followers suffer from the punishment those fools put on us but sometimes, late at nights, I can hear people calling you in their dreams.
I won't sit here long, I will rise and join you again. At first, I was convinced about it. But day after day I'm starting to lose my hope and sometimes I sit on my bed and think you won't come for me. I let you down by getting caught and you've always made clear that you have no use for people who disappoint you. But still I hope you will come for me, you will remember how devoted I was for you and you will reward me for my sacrifices for you.
My memories are my only entertainment. I sit on my bed, back against the wall and when I close my eyes I can see Narcissa and Draco. I remember how gentle Narcissa's smile was, how her laughter was the sweetest voice in my ears. I remember Draco's first try to do magic with the wand he stole from me and I remember the first time I held him. I never said to him or Narcissa but I'm proud of Draco. He's a true Malfoy, he will carry on the honour of our family. And he will serve you well, my Lord. I know he will do anything he can to please you.
The days go by. Will you come for me, my Lord? Will you come and save me or will you leave me here to rotten? Will I ever see again my wife and my son or am I destined to die without sight of them ever again? I know you will win this war, my Lord. Those fools can't destroy you. The Minister of Magic, Dumbledore and that great Potter. They're nothing against you. But after you win, will you come to me and save me from here? Will you remember me or am I supposed to live the rest of my live here, in this little cell, doing nothing but living again my old memories time after time?