Prologue
First Fan Fic.
Hermione's Journal
July 15
You! You don't matter! You stand there with your nose in the air! You would drown if it rained! Your narcissism is almost pitiable! You thing you're so important, that you're the only person on this Earth that matters! Why! You put down the people who you could help the most! You look down at them, at us, with disdain, because in your sick little world, our blood is dirty, impure! What makes your any better than ours! You fucker! You're too consumed with yourself to see what's really there; you never look out, yet your gaze never strays inward. Afraid of seeing the real you! The person who is nothing but what others have made you to be! Afraid of the twisted sickness coursing through you like your life's blood! You disgusting piece of vermin, you sick horrid little ferret! YOU DON'T MATTER! Why do I hate you so much? Doesn't love harbor hate, aren't they inseparable, intertwined, can't have one without the other? What is this? What's wrong with me? Do I love you? The person I love to hate? I don't think I could handle that.
Draco's Journal
July 15
I can't do it. I can't keep doing this. Why am I so weak? Why can't I do these simple tasks set for me? Well, the last one was far from simple, but I couldn't even kill him, he was standing there, defenseless, and I couldn't even raise my wand. Why? I have been raised all my life to do this. Why is this happening now? I am weak. I can't even kill a filthy little mudblood. I can't do this, but I have to. Right from the frying pan into the fire I guess. What the fuck is wrong with me! I have to do this, if I don't, then He will kill me. I just can't bring myself to do this. They need me, father has recently been sent to Azkaban, I have to, He will kill mother if I don't, and then… me. Why me? Why did I have to grow a conscience now, when I need it the least? If I can't do this, then I'm going to have to run, but… to where?