**A/N: Just an FYI, when I originally wrote this, I was able to use the strikethrough when I wanted Draco to have 'scratched out' something he'd written. However, FFN doesn't currently have that option (that I've found). SO: if you see something underlined, imagine that it actually has been crossed out, as you might do when writing with a quill in a journal as a twelve-year-old. I know you can do it. Sorry for the inconvenience!

Father Says: Year 2

Journal,

I'm required to return to Hogwarts. Mother says she doesn't want me too far away from them and Father expects me to restore the Malfoy reputation. No matter how many times I've tried to explain, he demands I will do better this year. He says something will be different this year...that he's taking care of it...that my blood will protect me and show, once and for all, that purebloods are above all others.

Journal, (June 5, 1992)

It's been a year since we met, and for my birthday this year I've been gifted with a new set of scales and an eagle feather quill. Father's message, I assume, about how my grades were all beneath the muggle-born girl's scores. It wasn't my fault, how am I supposed to compete against someone who spends every waking hour with her nose tucked in a book? Not to mention the teachers playing favorites.

Journal,

Today we went to Diagon Alley and who should we run into but the Gryffindor wonder trio? Potter got his usual worship at the bookshop from our new teacher. Not even officially at Hogwarts and already the favoritism is rampant in our society. The Weasleys were also there, buying ratty second-hand books. I didn't even know Flourish and Blotts had such a section.

Father was simply putting the blood traitors in their place when Weasley's dad attacked mine! It was rather disruptive and rude, but Father had to show them where they stood. After all, the muggles were there too, acting like they belonged in a world they aren't worthy to know exists. Father says it's a disgrace to wizards everywhere.

On another note, I'm behind on my reading for the year, so I'll be having to finish all of Lockhart's books in the next week. (Thankfully I've already finished the standard spells and potions.) Hopefully this new teacher will be more effective than the stuttering mess we had last year. If I learn enough about Lockhart, perhaps I can even divert his current adoration of saint Potter to someone who's actually worthy.

Journal,

This year has started off quite a bit better than last year. I'm ahead in my classes, though the swot must have a spring in her arm for how much it bounces up into the air. Her hair is even bigger this year, I could probably hide an entire textbook in her curls and nobody would notice. Goyle and I have made a game to see how many wads of parchment we can land in her hair before she notices. I currently hold the top score of twenty-three.

I was given a personal tryout for the Slytherin quidditch team with Marcus Flint, the captain, and I should be hearing back from him tomorrow once he gets approval from our head of house. While I enjoy playing chaser, the spot they have open is seeker. Even better if you ask me, gives me a chance to go head to head with Potter and show people he's not as great as everyone thinks.

Father says if I make the team, he'll send a gift. My guess is a new racing broom. I know the Nimbus 2001's are scheduled to come out later this year, but Father has those kinds of connections where societal confines don't apply to us. We're Malfoys, and that means something in this world.

Lockhart is a complete buffoon, but easy to manipulate. I fully foresee receiving top grades in his class simply by showing up. The questions on his quizzes are absolutely ridiculous, but as long as you've read the books (which I have), they're rather elementary. In fact, after reading his books, I found a couple discrepancies in his writings with the timelines of events. Most likely he's a liar and a fraud...but I don't really care as long as I'm doing better in the class than the muggle-born.

Ha! I'm officially on the Slytherin quidditch team as a seeker. Take that Potter! And Father not only procured a Nimbus 2001 for me, but for my entire team! Father says Malfoys only work with the best, and they take care of their own. We'll be undefeatable now.

Journal,

I can hardly write about what happened today, but I feel I must: How dare she. How DARE she. Of all people SHE cannot speak to me that way. She had the audacity to question my talent. Mine! I've been flying since before I could walk.

So I called her what she is. I called her a mudblood. She needed to be reminded that while the teachers allow her to be here, she couldn't possibly understand magic like I do. The muggle blood in her veins makes her less, keeps her dirty. She has no idea what it's like to feel the true thrum of magic coursing through your veins, shooting through your wand, and producing whatever you ask of it. Sure, she can master basic charms, I've been doing them for years. As we progress further into magical study, she'll have no choice but to be left behind.

Journal,

I now know why Mother had the mandrakes removed from the manor when she became Lady Malfoy. They're rather ugly, loud things, no matter how useful they are. Still, I managed to nick a couple of the baby leaves to see how they react in some of the potions I've been experimenting with. Professor Snape has been helping me play around with new forms of veritaserum and even permitted me to make a small batch of essence of dittany. Let's see the mudblood do THAT.

Journal,

I've poured over Hogwarts, A History several times now and it has no mention of the Chamber of Secrets. I DO know about the heir of Slytherin and the rumors surrounding them. Father says that Salazar Slytherin passed the mission of ridding the world of mudbloods to his descendants and that he even provided a monstrous weapon within the castle to aide them. This must have been what he was talking about: I'm safe because of my pure blood, but it looks like it will be quite a different year for the mudbloods now that the chamber has been opened. I've started a pool with the boys in my dorm for which mudblood will be attacked first, my hopes still remain with HER.

I wonder who the heir of Slytherin is...

Another exciting thing happening this week is that my father has been approved to come watch my quidditch game. I can't wait for him to see me trounce Gryffindor and their precious Potter.

Journal,

Nobody truly understands what it means to be a Malfoy. I had to attend lessons on propriety from the age of five. My Mother forced me to meet all the girls my age looking for an advantageous match. I was seven. With Father it's a constant battle about my reading, my magic, and my ability to prove to others that I'm somebody worth listening to. Doesn't he understand that I'm doing the best I can?

He didn't have the kind of competition I'm faced with. How am I supposed to go against someone who literally ENDED A WAR when they were a baby? The odds are stacked against me and I'm so tired of everyone automatically assuming Potter will burst in with his little scarred head and save the day.

He caught the snitch with a broken arm. A broken arm! How am I supposed to compete with that? Luckily, the idiot Lockhart tried to mend it and erased the bones. Potter won't be bothering anyone soon with that arm. I remember having to drink skelegrow when I was nine, hopefully it's as unpleasant as I remember.

A new mudblood was attacked today. Had to give Nott seven sickles. Not the one I want...yet.

Journal,

Finally, this school was attempting something worthwhile: a dueling club. My hawthorne wand has proven to be adept at quick hexes (I've been practicing on Dobby), and I'd even practiced my leg-locker on the Longbottom boy with extensive success. Imagine my joy when I realized I was chosen to oppose Potter. Surely the boy who lived hasn't been spending his extra time studying hexes and curses. I was able to hit him with jinxes quite a few times, only taking one myself, before Professor Snape gave me a new spell. Serpensortia: a spell to conjure a snake.

I should see it coming at this point, honestly. The idiot teacher angered the snake, prompting it to charge one of the mudbloods (Blaise's bet, if I recall correctly), and what should Potter do but sling out some Parseltongue as if it were the easiest thing in the world. Father says it's a skill you're born with, you can't learn it.

At first I was furious...but now, everyone is against Potter. The saints are on the out, and it's only a matter of time before the rest of the school sees who's really worth all their attention.

Journal,

After weeks of dropping hints at Potter's potential for danger, the mudblood he'd targeted at the dueling club was petrified. The school's hatred was solidified, everyone finally convinced that he was the heir of Slytherin.

Father arrived soon after and the headmaster was removed. Serves him right for allowing something like this to happen at a school. (If I weren't a pureblood, I'd have to fear for my life!) The great oaf is gone too.

Then something even more amazing happened. SHE was petrified.

I couldn't even be angry that it engendered sympathy for Potter. I wasn't even upset when quidditch was cancelled: She's out of the way. No more looking over her bushy head in classes. No more hearing her shrill voice answering every other question. Father asked me about my grades and I told him we didn't have anything to worry about anymore.

The only pity is that she was merely petrified. I hear she's in the hospital wing with the other mudbloods, it should be quite simple to use a disillusion charm to sneak up there. I want to see her frozen form, probably extreme fear on her face, so that I can remember it forever.

Journal,

I know I don't normally write this late, but I need to understand something. I went to go visit her tonight. Same bushy hair, same buck teeth, same dainty fingers still outstretched before her.

I wasn't expecting her eyes to be open.

And her face...it wasn't fearful.

There was a crease in her brow and a stiffness in her lip that showed stubbornness. Determination.

Who is she? Surely someone like this couldn't be a mere muggle-born.

Journal,

It was all for naught. Potter saves the day again, slaying the monster (turns out it was a basilisk), and bringing his Weasley girlfriend back safely. He looks quite beat up, but Gryffindor won the house cup again. Dumbledore is back, as well as the oaf.

Our end of year exams were canceled, which ruined my chances to push my grade that tiniest bit forward. Somehow, she still beat me in all subjects except potions.

I saw her after she'd been administered the mandrake reinvigoration draught. She was smiling and hugging her fellow saints, congratulating them on their great feats which they apparently couldn't have done without her. I wonder how it would have been different if she'd been in Slytherin.

I fear my thoughts are straying into dangerous territory. I'll have to ask Mother and Father about this.

Journal,

Note to self: do NOT ask Mother or Father about this. Just don't think about it.