05/06/20

To All Who Read This,

Many Years have passed since I went to school at Hogwarts. Most have read the accounts of the life of Harry “The Chosen One” Potter through the biased eyes of the muggle J.K. Rowling. Even though her tale is from the despicable view of Potter, she accurately documents the events, yet hopelessly twists and changes the character of a few people. All stories have a false item or two within them and it is up to all who actually care to find what is false. She published her writings first therefore she keeps all copyrights, even the characters, places, and terms within my own documentation, to herself. A note to all those who haven’t finished reading her books, obviously my writings will ruin a part of her tale for you if you are stupid enough to read all of my tale before you finish reading hers.

First and foremost, you are reading a journal that I have been keeping since my eleventh birthday in 1991; this journal was a gift from my father. I have not continuously written in this journal for every day of the year, but when I felt like something was important enough to write about or I needed to get emotions out or I just felt like writing at the time. My journal ranges from my family to the dealings I have had with Potter and his friends, whom I deemed unworthy at the time. My life will seem horrible to you at some points, and the way I acted foul, but to me, they were the only actions I could have committed at the time, and I feel no regret concerning them, nor am I disgusted with my past. Life is horrible and no everyone can have a perfect life like Potter did.

In my thoughts, I do not wish you to hate me, or think of me as a horrible person. Neither do I want you to take pity on me and show me compassion, or even love. Stories are only as accurate as when all the tales ever told on the same story start to correspond with one another. And once all the tales are gathered together can we find truth, even though at the time of the events, truth had disappeared. I wish you luck on reading my tale, and hope you can see me as I truly am and not in the false eyes of Potter and that muggle J.K. Rowling.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy

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05/06/91

Father has given me this wonderful journal to show off how rich I am at school. The letters haven’t come yet, but Father says I will be accepted to Hogwarts anyway, along with Crabbe and Goyle. If only the whole school could be pure-blood, then life there would be great! Mum made me a wonderful cake for my birthday today; the stupid house elf actually did a good job preparing my birthday dinner. I heard mum tell it that if it didn’t make the food right, it would be hung by its ears from the top of the banister. I was hoping to see it hanging—oh, the sweet screaming of a tortured elf!

Father bought me a book on riding broomsticks. Too bad I am not allowed to take any broom to Hogwarts, or is the case for first years. Mum convinced Father to give me an unusual treat today, one he usually keeps to himself. He took me under the drawing room floor into his favorite room in the house, and reminded me of the dangers of the items kept in there. He took me through the poisons, telling me the effect of each one, from the sensation of drowning to instant death. We reached a spot in the room where he keeps his master list of all the items he saves in that room. Some of the items were marked belonging to the Dark Lord: there was a piece of particular interest there: a diary. Father said that I could look around as much as I like as long as I don’t bother him very much, so I went and found the diary, but it was empty. The room stretches quite far and I got lost within it easily, enjoying all the items that Father says people consider a part of the Dark Arts. The number of items in the room that could possibly cause death was magnificent. After an hour or so, Father took me back upstairs to meet with Crabbe and Goyle.

We went out behind the mansion and practiced some Quidditch in the hope of making the Slytherin team. Mum and Father said I would no doubt be in Slytherin along with Crabbe and Goyle; I was very happy to hear them say that. Crabbe and Goyle might be dumb, but they make excellent beaters, they are very loyal to me and are good companions. They can be fun to hang around with as long as they listen to everything I say. Mum doesn’t like inviting them over because they eat too much but since they come from respectable pure-blood families, and I like their company, she doesn’t mind having them over once in a while.

After the big dinner Father left to do some business of his own--he mentioned something about the minister and trying to get that whack out of Hogwarts--but it wasn’t very clear what he meant to do while out. Father says threats and blackmail are the best way to get people to do as you wish, along with some force. Crabbe, Goyle, and I enjoyed a game called Torture the Muggle where we had to force a muggle doll to do as we wish, using spells and other techniques, and to get it to beat up the other muggles. We got so rowdy with playing the game that Mum told us to go off and do something else, so we went and traded some chocolate frog cards. After all this fun, it was time for Crabbe and Goyle to go home.

Mum is coming into my room to check and make sure that I have some new linens on my bed before I go to sleep; if I don’t have any she will probably make the house elf burn its ears in the stove. Ha, ha, it forgot! I always enjoy hearing the screams of that little elf from the kitchen; it helps me to relax for the night. Mum says it is time for me to get some sleep after my big day, and she’ll want to tuck me in for the night. I can’t wait to get my letter from Hogwarts, though Father says going to a place full of mudbloods and muggle lovers won’t be that much fun. I hope that won’t be true, or at least that there’ll be very few of those foul people. At least I have something to look forward to. Well, it is time for sleep. Good night!

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31/07/91

I received my Hogwart’s letter a week ago! Mum was very excited to see me going off to school soon and learning some magic, though Father says proper magic is only learned through the Dark Arts. Mum made a huge dinner for all of us--put that little elf right to work--and had a feast! Father even showed some excitement about me going off to school. He said that in my second year it would almost be a crime if I wasn’t put on the Slytherin team because how well I have been flying lately.

Today, they took me to Diagon Alley to purchase my school things. We ate a decent sized breakfast together for the day out shopping. Once we left for the Alley by floo powder--Father hates taking Muggle transportation--Mum and Father decided it would be best to separate at the start. Father gave me money for some school robes, and then he went off to Flourish and Blotts. Mum went to look at some wands and that’s where I was supposed to meet her later.

While I was in Madam Malkin’s, a scrawny boy with messy hair walked in, wearing despicable muggle clothes. The poor block’s parents didn’t raise him safely, sending him to live with muggles after they died, which explains why he seemed so ignorant of Hogwarts and Quidditch. That or the boy is mudblood and is trying to hide it, but something tells me he isn’t, with him hanging out with that big oaf, a savage named Hagrid. My Father told me that he lives in a hut and is really poor with magic, pathetic really. It should be unwise of me to make friends with this boy because of his stupid muggle background, what a pity having such an improper upbringing.

Once my robes were all settled, I went over to Ollivander’s to meet Mum. Father was already there. Father decided to head over to the apothecary and get my potion items, and he mentioned going to a place called Borgin and Burkes, somewhere down Knockturn Alley I believe. I convinced Father to meet Mum and I at Quality Quidditch Supplies to look at some racing brooms. This creepy old man measured me and let the tape keep rolling over my skin while I just stood there looking like a buffoon. He didn’t even pay attention after a while to the measurements and went off looking through some wands. The Fool had me try seventeen wands before he found the wand for me, after he stopped the measuring tape of course. He tried to use the types of wands my parents had; stupid of him to think I’m exactly like them. Finally, I received a ten inch Hawthorn wand with unicorn hair, reasonably springy. Mum was quite pleased with the final result.

Mum and I quickly ran over to get a new telescope and then headed over to Fortescue’s for some quick ice cream. Once we reached Quality Quidditch Supplies, Father was there to meet us, with a wonderful Eagle Owl! Father told me of a wizard that put a muggle in a tea kettle, so I’ve decided to call my owl Tarquin. I led Father and Mum into the store and immediately brought them over to the Comet Two Sixty. I told Father that if he wanted to improve my flying skill, I should have this broom. Father looked over at Mum, and I told her that since I got accepted to Hogwarts, the best gift she could get me would be this broom. Mum looked back over at Father and nodded, Father immediately bought the broom. I always get what I want.

When we got home, after Father complained about all the muggles taking their children shopping in Diagon Alley, I went up to my room and opened everything and excitedly looked at my new broom. Father already told me I couldn’t bring it to school, but I will try none the less. I called up the house elf to pick up all of my wrappings. When I went downstairs for dinner only Mum and I ate; Father has business as usual. After dinner, I flew around on my new broom and I couldn’t believe how well it flew!

Mum called me in to clean up and to go to bed. She said she would be up in a few minutes after she took care of something downstairs in the drawing room. I am excited to start to start Hogwarts; I heard a little rumor from Father that Harry Potter is starting this year at Hogwarts as well. If I could make him a friend, I would be popular and possibly have the most powerful wizard on my side ever. The sweet fun I may have at that school, though a lunatic may run it! Father still thinks highly of me getting an education in basic magic, and he has told me that when I am ready, he will teach me the Dark Arts! Time to get ready for some sleep; the dumb elf is bringing me a glass of warm milk! Farewell!

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06/09/91

Potter, that fool! First he turns down my offer to help him make the right friends, and then he goes and befriends blood traitors and mudbloods. He gets sorted as a pathetic Gryffindor, a house that thinks they are better than everyone else because it is so well known for good wizards. Brave! What does that have to do with life? Also, because the worse headmaster this school has ever seen is from Gryffindor, they think they can do whatever they want! I see it already and it hasn’t been a week!

Hogwarts is overrun with mudbloods; someone needs to get rid of the filth, especially that know-it-all Granger. Good thing Snape doesn’t tolerate such people, put her in her place, and he treats her just like the insignificant piece of trash she is. Snape also put Potter in his place by ridiculing him in front of the entire class. Just because he didn’t die when he was supposed to does not mean he is better than me! He needs a lesson taught to him, some type of punishment. I don’t know what yet, but I will have to do something to show him he’s not as great as he thinks he is.

Tarquin brings me sweets from home every day. Mum sent me a letter telling me how proud she is, and then I discarded the letter from Father telling me to behave myself and to not do anything to the mudbloods and blood traitors. Says I should wait until the appropriate time. Father locked my broom up, I didn’t have a clue where to look for it, and he told me that I couldn’t bring it with me. I wish I could have it right now. Can’t even brag about it because people would think I’m showing off, or I might not even own such a broom because I don’t have it with me, which doesn’t look good for me. Though Father did write that he has been making an effort towards throwing that Old Fool out of Hogwarts, he won’t be able to until something big happens; he also told me to hang tight and not to say anything bad to a teacher. The sweets Mum sends are always good, quite enjoyable.

Snape should be headmaster; he wouldn’t give anyone any special priveleges except for the best house in the school. He would send those filthy muggle borns out of here so fast I wouldn’t be able to blink, and then he would be able to get rid of the arrogance of Potter and put him in his place, outside of the classroom. The perfect headmaster he would be. Father says that Snape was once a Death Eater and still is. Rumors of the Dark Lord returning have been growing, Snape has been loyal in the past, and if he was headmaster and the Dark Lord returned, everyone could learn the Dark Arts and be able to fulfill their duties to the Dark Lord. Life will be sweet and wonderful if he were to rule, no muggles and all pure wizards! We wouldn’t have to hide from those worthless beasts! Why wizards make it harder on themselves by hiding, I do not know nor understand.

One day, I will be a Death Eater, and I will serve my master honorably. Other wizards fear and disrespect the Dark Lord, but I praise and swear loyalty to him! I keep asking Father to teach me some of the Dark Arts, but he insists on making me wait He is trying to make me patient and it is not working. Crabbe and Goyle’s parents are trying to do the same but it won’t work since they listen to me. I am now sitting in the Slytherin Common room with Crabbe and Goyle, the room is decorated in ghastly green and bright silver. The side that leads off to the dormitories has three large silver tables and eight green soft chairs with silver lining around each table. By the fire there is a silver couch and three green comfy chairs. The floor and wall is a silver marble with soft green wisps through it. Parents of these students are mostly rich, so if I were to take an item and keep it, no one would know the difference. I took this quill I am now using, and also some chocolate frogs and other sweets. Parchment lies around all the time, and then there are toys that spin and twirl. I can take and be seen; even the prefects don’t care what I do.

Life here at Hogwarts can be peaceful, but there is too much trash walking around outside of this common room. Pansy Parkinson always agrees with what I think, this is quite useful. One day I will rule this school and even put an end to who comes here and who runs it. A very smart student just left his homework; I need to take a peek. Good-bye.


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31/10/91

Thank God for the troll getting into the school! At least I can now enjoy this wonderful feast with only purebloods! Potter has been getting lucky lately; first he was allowed a broomstick, a Nimbus 2000 for Merlin’s sake; then I try to get him with the fake duel and he gets away with that. He saved that filth Granger with the help of that blood traitor, or so I have heard. Saint Potter sure needs a lesson. I have tried to humiliate him, and yet he manages to get away from my grasp.

I wrote home to Father about Potter getting a broomstick. He replied that though it may be outrageous, he talked to the Minister of Magic. Under some circumstances that the minister doesn’t understand, Potter is allowed a broom. Dumbledore is playing favorites, and really needs to be removed from this school so that someone fit may put everything back where it belongs.

A screening process would be nice, to get rid of all mudbloods, and all blood traitors should get tortured till they get their senses back in order and know that muggles are not worth the time of day. Muggles should be forced to worship wizards, become their slaves and do whatever we may wish of them. And then there are squibs, unfortunate worms, who deserve to be killed for making themselves out like muggles. Squibs shouldn’t be allowed to live in any community anywhere.

Mum sent me some cakes for Halloween, Tarquin bore them proudly. That owl knows his master and that knows that it must bear all hardships for me, which is something to be appreciated. House elves squeak and mess things up a bit, owls go directly to where they are suppose to go and bear their burdens with honour for those they know deserve to be represented in such a fashion. They understand wizards are better than them, just like how all creatures and beasts should, especially muggles.

Crabbe and Goyle are eating more than I can believe. They really are thick. Pansy is coming over to me to celebrate. She is bringing me pudding, just how I asked for it. It is great to celebrate a wondrous holiday with my fellow Slytherins. And the color of Slytherin fits so nicely with the festivities. Time to party!


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02/11/91

What fools we have in Slytherin to let Gryffindor win today’s match! Everyone knew Potter would be playing but no one knew if he would be able to fly. It should have been obvious enough that a first year like him wouldn’t be playing if he was not good. If I was out on that field, I would have caught the Snitch. It was by pure luck Potter caught it in his mouth!

Flint is getting what he deserves from all the Slytherins, silence. Not a person goes near him nor talks to him, but leaves him alone to suffer for failing his house. It really is a wonder that Slytherin couldn’t win with Potter’s broom going insane. There was no reason for the Seeker to not have found that snitch while Gryffindor was occupied with their seeker not being able to handle a broom stick.

No celebrations, no music, and not a word can be found within the common room. The reign of Slytherin as the best house in the school is starting to falter. Now we must grab the broom handle, grasp it tight, and hold on for dear life so that we may win! Yet some of the other Slytherins are taking this loss lightly, saying it doesn’t matter very much. It does matter! If we want to be the best in this school, then we must show the other houses who Slytherins actually are. And we must win! We must take control and keep going till the other houses have nothing. Till Potter can’t even move a centimetre on the field, or let any of the other houses gain more house points than us.

I know Father is disappointed with today’s results, and he will want to see Slytherin to win. But it is not wise to act quickly, but to take some time and watch and wait; not to assist when necessary because if a person helps right away, then makes the other person weaker and less worthy. As a member of Slytherin I must work to gain house points, but alone I can achieve nothing! It is time for all of us to act, and act swiftly in the shadows before the other houses know what is happening!


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25/12/91

It is good to be back at a place away from the stench of mudbloods and blood-traitors. Seeing teachers treat them like equals puts an arrow through my heart each time. Mum was glad to see me alive and well, and Father was happy to hear that I am working hard in my classes. The feast was extraordinary and did me the world of good, since the food at Hogwarts isn’t always great.

Richer foods, quality blood, and being able to threaten a house-elf definitely brings warmth back to my heart. It is a Merry Christmas indeed! I still didn’t get what I want from Father, a lesson in the Dark Arts! He still insists on me learning the basics from school first, before I delve into the marvelous secrets of the Dark Arts.

Father doesn’t have much of a humor these days; he concerns himself with the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts a little too often. Now that I have been going to school, he seems rather interested in what I do now. He asks questions about my classes, classmates, house, and teachers whenever I see him. Father has an interest in Snape and Harry Potter and his friends. Wants to know about that mudblood they call a brilliant witch and Weasley, more often than I like. He thinks it is necessary to know as much as possible about Potter because he may be great. That is ridiculous in my opinion; Potter is an over-rated amateur who gets more attention than he needs.

Mum has been caring for me since I have returned home; she constantly watches over me and sometimes annoys me by staying so close. I wonder why she seems so emotional lately. Crabbe and Goyle have been enjoying their holiday as well; I should be seeing them in a couple of days. It is good to have friends once in a while; their usefulness runs out sometimes, but one never knows when they may be useful. Well, it is time for bed!


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