30 August 2000

Dear Diary,
Tomorrow the decide my fate.
Oh Merl-to any deity that can hear me...

Help me...

His body shook as he walked to the door Level 9 of the Ministry. He stopped at the door feeling the warm hands of his parents on his shoulders. He was angry. The Ministry held no remorse as they decided to extend his punishment for a stupid bet. A bet that should've never the 3rd left corner table of the break room. He was given six months to succeed. Magic wasn't excluded meaning he could've proved a point but now he was he was given a year and no magic but it felt more like a death sentence. He may have been a Slytherin but he wasn't Gryffindor enough for this!

He wasn't even sure why he was here. Everyone knew this was just a formality anyway. Regardless of what his "crime" was.

"Good luck Draco," Draco heard his father mumbled. He turned to his mother who had been ignoring practically all morning, her tears at the edge of her sorrowful eyes. Her tears threatening to fall. He wished the Ministry to cause so much grief to his mother.

The Dark Mark was a dangerous spell. Draco was a miracle that only worked once per mark. Happiness overflowed through the manor for the first time in many years when they discovered the little miracle growing within Narcissa. Draco was shocked to discover his father to be overprotective. He soon learned he was a lot tamer compared to the first time.

He knew the Ministry wasn't particularly bad. Its had its moments of hiccups due to its recent reform but even he knew this was his final time here. He had absolutely no chance of surviving without the help of magic.

According to rumors and other pureblood families, this bet was one of the most scandalous to have ever come into existence. Apparently, he wasn't the first though. It turned out back in the 18th century, a man by the name of Hubert Grant had attempted to survive with muggles without magic. Unfortunately, within the first minutes, he fell into a river and drowned.

Draco took a breath. The large doors opened commanding him to enter. A cold shiver ran down his spine as he approached the chair.

That chair that represented the life choices that nearly got him killed during his younger more vulnerable years.

"Sit."

The voice of Sir Elphias Doge boomed across the trial room. Draco once had the pleasure of meeting Doge once. Suffice to say it was quite an enlightening yet emotional meeting seeing as how Draco had never shed so many tears before. Doge looked at him with pity, as much as Draco hated pity towards him he felt like he had needed it now more than ever.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy. Birthdate: 5th of June, 1981. Charge for the failure of safety during the reconstruction of Hogwarts on 7th of April, 1998..."

Draco winced. That's what they chose to try him in? An attack that nearly left him blind if it weren't for Madam Pomfrey skills to mend bones in a heartbeat and skilled healers at St. Mungo's. While Draco admits he wasn't wearing the safety equipment he should have, that was no reason to charge him for any reason. He could've been charge with literally anything else and chose that. Where was Hermione when he needed her help? Unfortunately, the Golden Trio & Co. (Aka the only ones that bothered defending him) had gone abroad to Wizarding America for a much-needed vacation.

He zoned out throughout most of the trial thus couldn't even defend himself until his verdict was announced. "Due to the failure of meeting standards to follow basic safety instructions you have been sentenced to one year..."

Draco went deaf again. It was official. Given he was mentally prepared, the shock was still too great. He wasn't sure what happened much after that other than the fact the members of Wizengamot surrounded him and began to mutter a spell in a language he couldn't for the life of him comprehend. Magic surrounded him but regardless of how much magic was around him, he could feel his magic begin to fade. His legs were beginning let go underneath him. Everything went black as his head collided with something hard and the last thing he remembered was a pair of black shoes and someone uttering an apology.