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Draco Malfoy

Dear Father,

Was there ever a day that went by that you praised me? I don't mean for doing something bad I mean like my Hogwarts grades. I got an O in Potions and all you said was, "You better get that grade up boy, can't be beaten by a filthy mudblood can we?" Then you would walk away. Well that's a real kick in the arse, being told to do better. Being told my work wasn't good enough. Nothing was ever good enough for you. If I brought home a W you would beat me and threaten me with my life. You never wanted Granger to pass me up. If I raised it to an O you would threaten me that if I didn't do better the Crucio curse could be a lot worse. Even if I got an O+ you wanted it to stay an O+. That's pretty fuckin low. Do you know how hard it is not to go back to someone you've just terrorized and say "I'm sorry."? Do you know what it's like to be respected only because you are feared? It sucks! I always had to keep my mask up. I could never let it down. The only person I could ever trust was Blaise. Blaise Zabini. He was my only true friend. Do you know why I say 'was'? He was killed. He was murdered by your so called 'Lord'. Blaise was the only thing that was real in my world of lies and that 'Lord' of yours murdered him because he was smart. He was smart because he saw past all the lies the Dark Lord was painting. He stood against him and for his noble act he was shot down. Murdered. Someway or another you take everything away from me and never give anything back. It sucks. So this is my letter I am sending you. My letter to you from your only son. A son who couldn't be perfect no matter how hard he tried. I have one last thing I would like to say to you, Father. I hate you.

Love, Draco Malfoy