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Chapter 9: Journey in the Journal (with Letters for company)

{the following are the extracts of the journal of Draco Lucius Malfoy, of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Malfoy along with his owl correspondence }

Monday, 8th November, 1993

The quidditch match has shown me something which I prefer to have not been upheaved. The dementors are repulsive creatures and I cannot proffer to offer myself a reason for why Father would find them interesting.

Honestly, at this point, my thoughts are in turbulent waters. The dementors' effects on me were minimal, since as a Malfoy scion, I have been taught to remain in control, even when exposed to such dark magic.

Yet, the visions and images in my mind linger. I attempt not to dwell on them but it doesn't work.

I don't have nightmares, I mean I'm not a weakling like a Weasley, nightmares don't plague me, but I can't deny that my dreams have been quite erratic recently.

It cannot be true. I am a Malfoy. It means something. Tradition is paramount, a family like mine is certified to be glorified for we are Malfoys.

It seems preposterous to imagine that you can just simply ignore your antecedents. Just because that mudblood is good at mugging up all those books does not mean that she is anything, anything more than a worthless piece of sludge.

Family matters, does it not? Yet, the dementors show me a world where I am nothing, where the name Malfoy commands no respect but instead introduces scorn.

A world where it doesn't matter who you are, except your actions.

A rubbish world.

Actions matter, no doubt about that but to simply deny your affiliations and history, your past and your relations is no less an act of blasphemy than breaking the statute.

You see those Weasleys living in a hovel, is that a way that any wizarding family should live? A family such as theirs which dates back to the middle ages?

I can't stop thinking about it. As soon as it started, I had to get off my broom and I landed. I saw Potter falling after that.

How weak!

Couldn't he have simply used his brain and controlled his temperament? Couldn't he have descended and then landed instead of just staying there like an oaf?

Yet, Potter may be very cunning. He used my information and Nott seems worse for wear. Even Jugson and Rosier seem confused and down. It's disconcerting.

Potter has used my information and has maltreated my housemates. He had abused them and tormented them and it is wrong.

How dare he act as a saint and then do the deeds of the devil?!

Tuesday, 9th November, 1993

It seems that such extenuating circumstances have forced my hand, and I should contact my father. His clear and precise insight would be quite beneficial, since these thoughts have coagulated into an idea, an idea that…

No.

It's a dementor. It's supposed to manipulate you. The visions they show are not real, they are not true, and they are not good.

It's unfair, why can't I get this out of my head? It's making my performance in class worsen too. Professor McGonagall gave me a detention since I messed up the voracio spell, snapped at Pansy and then did not turn in my homework, which I forgot to do.

I skipped charms today to complete my potions essay on aconite and its uses in antidote-making. I really don't want to disappoint Professor Snape since he is the only professor in this school who is worth respecting and is up to the standard to which this school was built.

I saw Greengrass and Davis in the library during lunch. Their company is good.

Different but good.

What I didn't realize was that it was temporary.

Greengrass was mercifully direct, asking me whether I plan to be still hanging out with the likes of Crabbe, Goyle and Nott.

That is a question that has been plaguing me ever since the Halloween feast.

Father has always told me that tradition and family are the important things in the world. You look out for yourself in the third.

What they had planned was bad, but would they have actually succeeded?

Their plan imploded and they came out looking worse for wear, but Crabbe and Goyle looked bloody and Nott looked shaken. Weasel and Potter may have also used some sort of curse on the other two because I can read people, and I'm sure that neither Jugson nor Rosier are 'interested' in each other, yet they were found in a 'compromising' situation.

What sort of hypocrisy is it? If they can do the same thing to us for which they retaliate, then shouldn't I choose a side with my fellow snakes? With people who have lineage and tradition on their side, people who understand the purity of blood?

What reason do I have for hanging out with poor blood-traitors and insufferable mudbloods, with that saint, with the Gryffindor golden guys and girls?

Wouldn't I be better with my dorm mates? With people I know? With people like Crabbe and Goyle, who will undoubtedly listen to me, will follow me?

I am not used to second-guessing my thinking, thinking over my decisions. That is the reason that I stopped momentarily but Greengrass knew.

She glared at me so coldly, I flinched. She and Davis walked off.

They are ignoring me. I am in the common room now and my fellow students might be thinking I'm working on an essay but I am writing here in this diar-Journal.

It's pathetic isn't it? Since I am, technically, talking to myself, I don't want to keep the pretense up, It is sad that I am all alone, just sitting here while people around me have fun.

See, even Pansy and Eleanor are laughing with Blaise. They wave towards me as if to invite me over but I just shake my head. Why did I refuse?

Is it even self-preservation if, in the end, I'm losing a lot of things. I am alone. I think I will write to Mother. I feel that… she is more likely to give advice beneficial to me, rather than to an heir of Malfoy.

Ah, here are the two dunderheads. Let me try to make the most of what I have got.

Wednesday, 10th November, 1993

So, I have written to Mother and I guess I will get a response by tomorrow or dinner today. I have started to hang out with Nott again. He is silent, looking like his ego has been ruptured, which it has been,

Still, he is hell-bent on revenge, though from what quarters?

He is thinking of a plan. I am good at reading people. For instance, even around me, Crabbe is thinking about those cauldron cakes in front of him while Eleanor is wondering whether to chop her hair off.

Daphne is glaring at me. What the…?

Why? If you have made it clear that you don't want to do anything from me, why go to the extent of showing me hostility at every turn?

I should probably not write at the breakfast table.

xx

Since, the match was stopped after both the seekers got off their brooms. (Might I add, in very different fashions), they have scheduled the replay for the end of the school year, so which means that it may be the cup deciding match. They have moved forward the other matches, even though the Ravenclaw v/s Hufflepuff match is scheduled the same.

At lunch, Pansy started flirting with me and I should have stopped it.

Whew, I was dying to get this out of my system. I should have stopped it but didn't because it felt good to be desired, it felt nice to be admired and It's a nice change from being glared at all day.

Still, I am not marrying a Parkinson, this entry is the proof of my promise.

Nott has evidently formulated and implemented his revenge because he is now smirking. I saw him send a letter to someone. I just hope his plan is better thought out than last time.

Thursday, 11th November, 1993

I am supposed to be practicing the anangeon charm for Flitwick (used to make inanimate objects decay) but charms class is the perfect class to skive off, aside from of course, Divination. I think I have not attended a single one of it, after the introductory class.

Breakfast was funny.

Nott's revenge was hilarious and I think he has returned to his normal, now. I did not see Weasel's reaction since he had already walked out of the hall but the mudblood glared at our table.

Here's the article.

INQUIRY AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC?

Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, was today fined twenty Galleons for alleged 'perceived acts of corruption'. He was also reprimanded and suspended for a week. Mr. Caracturus Nott, an esteemed member of our society and an advisor to the department of Magical Law Enforcement called for Mr. Weasley's resignation, stating, "Such employees dirty the name of our great Ministry and Minister". Upon being asked about the lack of investigation in this matter, he merely stated it as the 'eccentric methods of Director Madam Bones'. The department of Magical Law Enforcement denied speaking about this matter, though Madam Bones dismissed this as 'an unfounded and baseless rumor'. Readers are reminded that Mr. Weasley was fined 50 galleons last year for bewitching a Muggle car. Mr. Weasley was unavailable for comment,

What a piece of beauty! I know it seems a bit sadistic of me to be happy about this but I'm just appreciating the beauty of this revenge, not the victim. Not much, at least.

The whole house was laughing about the article. Nott had pinned it in the common room board and I could still hear Pansy's shrill laughter. I am waiting for Mother's response

Ah, I see an owl at a distance. She has sent me a box of sweets, a new quill and two letters?

Let me read them.

Dear Draco,

I must confess that I am surprised to hear your correspondence so frequently. It was a pleasant interruption to my daily monotone when I saw our owl bring me a letter from you, even though you aren't due to send another one in a week.

Draco, all I can advise is to be yourself and think about all of your actions. You haven't told me much but your inquisitiveness towards our stance on blood-purity is something you should not mention in front of your father. We are Malfoys, we are born to be on the top. Any system that does that is the right one.

I know Crabbe and Goyle are not your ideal companions but you can look beyond them too. Perhaps someone as Selwyn? Or Nott? Or Burke?

Look out for yourself, Draco. That is our-and your- priority.

Narcissa Druella Malfoy

Well, that was...informative. So, the second letter must be that from my father. My alarm bells are ringing.

Son,

I saw your letter and your Mother's reply before she had sent it off and I must say that even though it is avoidable, I prefer that any doubt from your mind is removed as soon as it spawns.

Blood matters. Family matters. Tradition matters.

Look at blood traitors like Weasleys. I am sure you must have seen the article in the Daily Prophet. Do you want to be in company with fools like them? Who when innocent are charged as guilty, while we stay on the right side of the law, as always. We stay here because of our history and tradition

The Dark Lord may return Draco and those of us who are still aligned with his philosophy will come out as successful and comfortable while Harry Potter and his followers will be destined to die.

I hope any stupid notion of 'equality' has been eradicated from your head by my responses. If not, squash them nevertheless.

Obey me.

Your father,

Lucius Abraxas Malfoy

I think I am going to bed.


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