Unknown to most, I possess several redeeming qualities. I am loyal to what is mine, hold values close to my heart, and I believe in right and wrong. But, opposed to you; I believe in Voldemort! I believe in pure blood lines. I believe that in this world you have to survive, because, believe me... Evil always prevails. At least that's what my father always told me. But lately I've been wondering.
My father told me, we live in black and white. Good, will always try and triumph over evil; but when all is said and done, evil prevails. And if we do not want to buckle under it, do not want to be a victim of history. We must prevail, not matter what the cost. Malfoy's survive! And to survive, we must follow our history. I never dared to tell him, after hours spent perusing the history books that the Malfoy's barely survived. Always, we chose the coward's way out; with only our ancestral name, sparing us from extinction. We Malfoy's prided ourselves on stealth, on cunning. But we Malfoy's were but puppets! Who hanged on to the coattails of each new Dark lord, which sprang up, over the centuries.
As you can probably tell, at this point of my life, I was greatly disillusioned. My fathers' words now meant little to me. They gave me no comfort; now my father was in Azkaban and showed me only the follies, of being a mere puppet. With my father gone, I was forced to re-evaluate my life. And I chose not to follow. A follower, I would not be. I had to lead. After years of puppetry, my task was to bring the Malfoy name back into contention. I would lead. I would prevail! But which side should I lend my services to, that was the question. And as I pondered, I watched Potter...
To join him or to corrupt him, that was the question, and as my sixth year at Hogwarts began; I pondered and watched as a dark despondency clouded his eyes.
Bright green eyes faltered as guilt eroded at his soul.
Harry Potter! How I hated him! How I envied him! Harry had rebuffed my hand in friendship, beaten me at every single game of quidditch and was the saviour of the wizarding world. Oh, how I hated him. Harry was everything I wanted to be and everything I wasn't allowed to be. Harry was my nemesis from the day he was born; father had made sure of that. Not that I had minded. I hated Harry. I had been born to hate Harry!
And now the burning question was...
Whether I was to aid him and change my Slytherin colours, giving myself over to the light or to hinder and distort him, bringing him over to the void. Oh, what decisions I had to make and oh, what fun I would have making them. The oncoming year would be interesting, very interesting indeed.
I am Draco Malfoy and this year I will succeed...
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