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A/N: Sorry for the shortness, this is just a bit of a filler chapter with some of Adrian's diary.
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Chapter 13: The Diary
Harry sighed, flicking open to the first page of Adrian Malfoy's diary the first entry was dated July 5, 1987 when Adrian would have been seven years old. Frowning at the childish scrawl, Harry curled up in his chair and began to try and understand the writing of the young child who had written this entry.
July 5, 1987
Dear Diary,
Today is mine and Dray's birthday, we turned seven. Daddy says that this book is for me to write in and its only for me to see! He says its supposed to help me when I feel bad because I can write out how I'm feeling and feel better. I guess it feels really weird to be talking to a book but if Daddy says its good, then its good. Hmm, what can I tell you though? Well like I wrote before today is mine and Dray's birthday. Daddy and Mommy invited all our friends over and we played all afternoon. We had a big chocolate cake with a dragon on it, the dragon even breathed real fire! I had lots of fun opening my presents, I got lots of things, but Mommy says its rude to brag about presents so I can't tell you. I guess I can tell you my favorite thing though, I got a special wand from Mommy and Daddy, so did Dray. They said they're special because the Ministry of Magic can't track them and we can use them to practice Magic! Draco even got a broom, it's a kids broom but its really cool. He said I can have a go, since I didn't get one. Mommy and Daddy never get me presents like that, they said its because I'm delicate, whatever that means.
Oh Dray's calling, I have to go!
Adrian Malfoy
Harry's mouth curled up in a grim expression as he read the short entry. Leave it to the bloody Malfoy's to get their seven year old kids wands and let them practice magic even though it was totally illegal. He rolled his eyes at the mention of the broom, even as a kid Malfoy sounded like a jerk. Getting a broom when his twin didn't get one. Harry felt a pang of regret for Adrian, it must have been hard for the kid to see his twin get such an awesome present and all he got was a diary. He was amused by the 'fancy' signature at the bottom of the page, it seemed Adrian had signed his name at the bottom of all the entries. It was rather endearing in his opinion
Harry skipped over the next few entries, there was nothing interesting about what the seven year old had to say. Skipping ahead he found an entry from when Draco went to Hogwarts for the first time.
September 1, 1991
Dear Diary,
Today Dray leaves for Hogwarts. He and Dad just left for Kings Cross station while Mum and me stay home. Mum says it's because she doesn't want to go down to a 'dirty station filled with scum and mudbloods' but I know it's because of me. I can't believe how much I already miss Dray. I've never been without him before and I don't know if I can last until Christmas. Mum says we can always go and see him but I don't think that's true. I keep asking why I can't go to Hogwarts and Mum says its because of my health. I hate how everything comes back to my health, I mean I know I'm always sick or something but shouldn't Hogwarts be able to deal with that? Mum's glaring at me now, telling me to calm down before I have an episode. I hate my episodes, they scare me. Dad said he'd explain what they are today, he says I'm old enough to understand finally. I guess I'll tell you when he tells me what it is. What happens if there's something really wrong with me? What if I'm going to die? Dad wouldn't let that happen, right?
Sept 1, cont.
Well Dad told me everything, I don't know what to think. I hate this, I hate them, I can't believe they kept this from me. I asked if I could tell Dray and Dad says he told him at the station. How come he gets to know whats wrong with me before I do? Do they care about him more?
Okay, I guess I better tell you what's wrong with me, why I have these stupid episodes. Dad called it a bloodline curse. A bloodline curse is when a witch or wizard curses a particular bloodline a lot of old pure blood families have them. Ours is a bit different though, Dad says that it happened a long time ago and its the reason most Malfoy families only have one child. The curse targets -that's what Dad said- the second born child of any of the Malfoy blood. Its supposed to make them really weak and sick. Dad says thats why I'm not allowed to do anything to physical or go to Hogwarts yet. He says stress is a big trigger, but pain or other things can set off an episode. I don't know what to do? Why me? Why do I get this stupid curse? I'm only twenty minutes younger then Dray but I'm the one who can't do anything fun. I can't play Quidditch, I can barely go outside and if I do I have to have an elf or Mum with me. My parents are being really nice about this, even though I'm mad at them. I know I can't stay mad forever, they're my parents after all but still, I can be mad for a little while.
Well now you know everything, don't tell okay?
Adrian Malfoy.
Harry closed the book, breathing hard. He knew what was wrong with Adrian now and he agreed with the eleven year old in the diary; it sucked. He couldn't imagine how the kid had felt, being told you have some life threatening disease and that there's nothing anyone can do. Glancing down at the diary Harry resolved to read more later, after all it was nearly midnight and he was tired.
HP/HP
Adrian Malfoy was frantically rummaging around his small space in the hospital wing.
"No I had it" The boy groaned, shoving aside his mattress and checking underneath. "Damn, damn and triple damn" He cursed, grabbing his book bag and digging inside. Madame Pomfrey would kill him if she caught him up and active but he had to find it. He couldn't believe his diary was missing, it held everything, all his secrets. Tears gathered in the blonde haired teen's eyes though he viciously scrubbed them away. The last thing he needed was someone catching him crying, everyone seemed to think he was a big baby and he didn't want to give them more reason to believe that. Half the time people were stunned to find he was a Malfoy, since he was so different from his family. His Dad and Draco were tough as nails and scary as hell, even his mother could scare the hell out of someone if she wanted. He doubted he had that ability, hell he doubted he could scare a crup. Adrian sighed, sometimes he wondered if he was even a real Malfoy, he never felt like one. He loved his family to bits and he knew they loved him as well but he really didn't feel like he fit in with them. He was weak, 'delicate' as his mother put it and often in need of aid. It wasn't his fault he was always sick he knew that, but he still couldn't help how he felt.
Cursing again, the teen curled up on his small hospital cot, ignoring the pain on his face and arms from the burns. Gods he wanted his diary back, it could do a lot of damage if it fell into the wrong hands. It talked about the curse and everything like that, no one was supposed to really know about the curse except his family. His dad insisted on that, saying it would be safer if people were kept ignorant. On top of that, Adrian felt like that diary was a friend, he told it everything, regardless of how girly that sounded, it did make him feel better to write down his thoughts in the leather bound book.
He still remembered when his Dad had given it to him on his seventh birthday. He had been watching Dray zip around on his new kids broom an unfamiliar jealous feeling growing in his stomach and then his father had walked over. He had handed him the book, saying it was a special present just for him. He had been skeptical at first, what seven year old would prefer a book to a broom? But in time he had grown to love the book, cherish it and now it was gone. Cursing his hands curled into his pillow as he forced himself to calm down. The last thing he needed was to have an episode, that would really screw things up. He sighed, he knew his Dad was looking for a cure to this whole mess, but he doubted he'd find one. He had never heard of anyone curing a bloodline curse though he did know that if anyone were to do it would be his Father and Uncle Sev.
Slowly the blonde haired teen began to drift off, but not before resolving to continue the search for his diary tomorrow. He knew he had had it on the bedside table of his cot, Dray had brought it for him. Someone must have took it, but who?