A Note from the Ministry:

This booklet, along with several leaflets and a donated tome, was discovered and studied by unspeakables from the Department of Mysteries and found to be legitimate. It was released to the public upon the approval of the Ministry and consent of the authors' son as it contains sensitive information pertaining to espionage conducted in the second wizarding war.

PART 1: FATHER SAYS

Year 1

This journal is the property of Draco Lucius Malfoy, presented to him by Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy on the 5th of June in the year 1991.

Father says I have to write in this book, that keeping a journal is an honored Malfoy tradition. He helped me charm the book so that nobody else can read it. In fact, anyone who I don't want to that tries will be severely burned. I'm thinking about having Dobby try just to check.

After years of hearing stories and waiting, I am finally on my way. Mother has promised to take me to Diagon Alley tomorrow for a true wand. I can finally trash the minor one they've been permitting me to practice with. (Though I'll never tell them that I figured out how to circumnavigate the parent controls.) Another item I'll need from Diagon is a pet. I was thinking about a cat for a while, but Father insists I'll need an owl to communicate. It will be far more fun to show off as well.

I found a copy of Hogwarts, A History (it took the elf ages to bring it, I'll have to mention that to Father at dinner) and it says the ceiling is bewitched to look like the night sky. I asked Mother if we could do that in my room. She's looking into it. If she can't, I think I can use it to ask for a new broom. The Nimbus 2000 is coming out soon, we'll probably have a look tomorrow. I also need a new poster for my dorm room, the Tornadoes of course. Mother said I can't bring my signed copy which is absolute wash if you ask me. Father says the purpose in having something of value is to make sure others know you have it.

Father tells me there will be muggle-borns at Howarts. I can't believe that even after all this time they still allow muggles to study magic there. Don't they know they're out to steal our magic? What could they possibly know about our world? They don't belong here. Foolish teachers are trying to give away all our secrets. Well, I won't let them. Mother says I shouldn't use the m-word, but Father uses it when she's not around so perhaps it's one of those gentleman words he was telling me about: Not to be used around delicate ladies.

Dear Journal,

Diagon Alley is even more fun when shopping for school. I got new books, an owl (she's an eagle owl, Father says they're the best), new sheets, a new Tornados scarf and poster as well as some mini figurines. I got Morale and McHale, now I only need Talen. I got my robes fitted, Mother says they'll shift to show my house crest once I'm sorted into Slytherin. Father says all Malfoys have been in Slytherin since Hogwarts was founded.

I think my wand was my favorite part. The old man would give me different wands and I got to destroy the windows, some vases, and even a couple of the light fixtures. The best was when I got to the Hawthorne wand though: It chose me and I swear I could feel the thrum of power running through my hand. Mother made me wait until I got home to start practicing with my standard book of spells. I can't wait to show my professors what I already know, perhaps they'll let me take some advanced courses.

I was reading more in Hogwarts, A History (Don't tell mum, I've been reading under my comforter after hours). It's got the most amazing facts! Even more than either of my parents told me. It says in the back that even more secrets exist than are listed in the book. I expect I'll discover at least a few of them with all the other Slytherins I'll be friends with. I almost forgot! I met a boy at Madame Malkin's today. (Her assistant is the absolute WORST. She kept pinching me with pins.) He, the boy, said he thought the oaf who works at Hogwarts was interesting. I don't expect I'll be seeing much of him.

Dear Journal,

Today was my first day at Hogwarts and it couldn't have gone worse. First, the train cabins were absolute rubbish. I had to carry my own trunk and choose a spot amongst strangers. Thankfully I found Crabbe and Goyle fast enough to carry my things and push some other kids out of a nearby booth. Naturally, I go searching for other friends and who should I run into but the boy from the robe shop! Come to find out he's Harry Potter. The famous one who ended the war...and he was sitting with a Weasley.

They're extremely poor because they kept having more and more children, figures there'd be on in my year. Father says they're blood traitors: they don't mind intermingling with muggles. In fact, their dad is even fascinated by muggle things! My Aunt Andromeda sent me a muggle box for my birthday once and it played some very disturbing music and then attacked me! (We don't talk about her anymore.) Muggles are vicious and stupid.

Speaking of muggles, that was next: there's a girl in our year who has ridiculously bushy hair and buck teeth and her parents are muggles. She's in Gryffindor so it should be easy to avoid her. There are quite a few muggle-borns at this school I'm ashamed to say.

Of course, all my friends are in Slytherin so I'll have to keep you a secret even with all your protective charms. This is also the first night I'm sleeping without Sir Scales because Mother wouldn't let me bring him. Blaise got to bring his stuffed hippo, I don't understand how a green dragon is any different. Dragons are even more fierce and regal than hippos.

Dear Journal,

Our first week of classes went about as well as expected. Of course I am ahead in arithmancy, charms, and especially potions. It seems a waste of time for me if I'm being honest, I've been brewing these simple brews since I got my first cauldron at six. It has been nice to spend some time with Snape though, he seems the only teacher willing to acknowledge my prowess in front of the other students. The only student even remotely able to keep up is that muggle-born girl, always shoving her hand in the air where it has no business being.

So far I've mastered all the spells in the standards book for year 1 and have ordered the year 2 text ahead of time. Next week I'll have a chance to show my flying skills (see a muggle match me in that arena, you bushy-haired menace) Father says nobody my age has ever been able to do the sloth flying maneuver before, I'm sure the professors will be so impressed I won't even have to try out for next year.

Dear Journal,

Today I learned that all Gryffindors are fools. I was playfully trying to motivate the Longbottom boy who was struggling with his broom when who should come to the rescue but saint Potter himself. He's still been chummy with the Weasley boy despite my attempts to introduce him to better company. Anyways, Potter steps in and does some rather reckless flying! Pushing those low-grade school brooms to top speed, taking elbow turns by shifting to the side...and the teacher had asked us to stay on the ground!

Naturally, you'd think this an obvious example for detention, perhaps even suspension, but not for precious Potter. Not only was he not given a rightly deserved punishment, McGonnagal decides to make him seeker for his house quidditch team! He didn't even know what quidditch WAS! The unfairness is abysmal, I've already written to Father about it and made my own preparations. (I challenged him to a duel after hours and then alerted Filch that a student was planning to be out of bed at that time.) I'm sure all will be fixed soon one way or another.

At least one thing is working the way it should be: the muggle-born girl is quite bossy and a know-it-all so even students in her own house are avoiding her. Glad to see that even fools have a slight understanding of propriety. Though she continues to answer questions in class. It makes sense, but she has to spend all her time in the library in order to know the things that I've been taught since infancy. Just another reason why she doesn't belong here.

Dear Journal,

There's a troll in the castle tonight. Everyone is talking about it. Father says they're giant but also rather stupid. If you ever meet one, you're supposed to distract it with something shiny and then run away. I had to explain this to the rest of the boys in my room who were afraid. Now they know better, there's absolutely nothing to be scared of.

Journal,

I've finally got them. A dragon, they're housing a baby dragon with the big oaf. I can get them expelled any time I want now, and the oaf arrested to boot...but I think I'll have a little fun with it first. I need to pay Weasley back for the black eye he gave me just for telling the truth about his family.

Dear Journal,

Can you believe that everyone is STILL talking about how Weasley, Potter, and the muggle-born attacked the troll? How big of an idiot do you have to be to challenge something that would literally floss its teeth with your spine? Pity the muggle-born wasn't more injured, though we probably wouldn't be able to use that bathroom anymore if her muddy blood was spilled. Now she's solidified her spot with Weasley and Potter as one of the Gryffindor saints.

Luckily, today I overheard them talking and tricked Weasley into giving me a note for them to be out after hours. (Something about helping the big oaf with a dragon-sized problem.) It should be relatively easy to follow them and then everyone will see how they've truly been out of line this entire time.

Journal,

This school is all backwards. Salazar Slytherin would be ashamed of what they've done with it. So the trio of miscreants were out after hours like I knew they would be, but when I told their head of house all she did was take away some lousy points and then sentenced us ALL to detention. I was HELPING her, and this is how I'm repaid? Father says he's speaking with the board of governors about all the injustices happening with Potter and Gryffindor.

Our detention was to enter the FORBIDDEN Dark Forest, at NIGHT, looking for the kind of monster that would MURDER A UNICORN. There should be signs on the front entrance of this school screaming 'Hazard'. I don't understand how this is the same school my parents went to...perhaps I would have been better off going to Durmstrang like my Father initially wanted.

The forest was absolutely dreadful. We were attacked more than once and there was unicorn blood everywhere, I even think I saw a werewolf at one point. Just another example for how this school has gone batty.

Journal,

I'm never returning to Hogwarts. I'm talking to my parents and moving to Durmstrang. At least there I won't have to hear about the Gryffindor saints anymore. I could learn some more advanced magic.

I won't have to deal with a prejudiced staff, ESPECIALLY the headmaster. I won't have to watch an idiot stumble around like a buffoon on the quidditch pitch. I won't be told off for just trying to be helpful.

And I most definitely won't be second to a bossy, bushy, buck-toothed, know-it-all muggle born!

**A/N: This was created just for fun and it's (obviously) still a rough draft. Feel free to comment! I just LOVE Dramione and I wanted to try a new format that I've never explored before. Hope you're ready for a wild ride!