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Posts: 105 · Posted: September 2, 2007 7:31 pm Post subject: His Story

Summary: This is a story from Draco Malfoy's point of view. I definately think that books 6 and 7 got a little more into his character than just being the schoolyard bully. I think there is a whole other side to Draco that we rarely ever get to see. This is my version of the other side of Draco. I hope you enjoy it. Please comment. Thank you!

Intro:

I never wanted to be a Death Eater. I never wanted to kill. I never wanted to serve the Dark Lord. I just...had to. Ever since I was little, all I could remember was my father, telling me how great the world was when You-know-who was in power. How all muggles and muggle-borns were put in their place, and how pure-bloods were truly the masters of everything.

When I was very little, I dodn't question what my father said. As a young child, I just parroted his beliefs. After all, he was a grown-up, and grown-ups usually know everything.

Then, when I was about seven or eight, I learned the truth. I learned of the death and destruction, the beatings, the killings, the families torn apart. Father punished our house-elf, Dobby, most horribly for telling me that, even though I told him it was me who asked. He was angry at me, too, and I got sent to my room. Dobby, however, got the cruciatus curse. That's when I learned that the world my parents had raised me in was not the one I wanted to be a part of.

What choice did I have, though? Many times, I have considered running away. But where would I go? All of my parent's friends and family were as into this whole Death Eater thing as they were, some even more so. Aunt Bella, Crabbe, Goyle, MacNair...basically everyone I could think to run to would keep me in the same mess I was now. I couldn't escape.

In the summer after my first year, my father began to plot the Chamber of Secret's reopening. He told me he had been plotting it for quite some time, ever since I had left after the Easter Holidays. By that time, I had already known that I didn't want to be involved in this stuff. At the same time, though, I couldn't appear to be helping Harry Potter. To befriend him would mean certain death for me and my family should the Dark Lord ever return, so I did the next best thing. I sent Dobby.

It seemed that Dobby had been wanting to do this for a while anyway. By the way he had told me of the truth of the Dark Lord's reign, I could tell he was pretty glad that Harry Potter had gotten rid of him. I was pretty glad, too, though I couldn't show it in front of anybody.

Of course, I didn't want a repeat incedent of when I had learned the truth, so I covered for him. I know, it's supposed to be beneath me to cover for a house-elf, but I didn't want to see my father curse anyone like that again. By this time, though, Dobby had taken to punishing himself for such actions. I couldn't really blame him for doing so. When my father punished Dobby for something, it was usually much worse than whatever Dobby did to himself (as you've probably already seen).

It was late one night towards the end of my Second Year when father stormed into the dormitory. Although I couldn't show it, I was pretty worried that father would find out what Dobby and I had been up to. I was pretty sure the elf still hated me, from all those times that Father had told me to punish the elves for their misbehavior, but I was incredibly worried as to what might happen if Father had ever found out what had been going on behind his back.

All my fears seemed to be confirmed when Father stormed into the dormitory, angrier than I had ever seen him.

"What happened?" I asked, trying to sound innocent but fearing the worst.

"THAT POTTER BOY COST ME MY SERVANT!", he bellowed, a vein in his head throbbing.

"What?" I asked. I was genuinely confused.

"That Potter boy!" he repeated. "Now we are one elf short. Come, Draco, we are leaving now." Obediantly, I followed.

All of my worst nightmare came true at the end of my Fourth Year. Lord Vodemort was back, and now I was expected to follow in my family's footsteps. Like I've told you already, I never wanted to be a Death Eater. Then again, nobody ever really gave me a choice. It was either be a Death Eater or Death to you and your family. Much as they had forced me into this, I still really cared about them, you know? I went along with it. I had to.

When Father was thrown in Azkaban, I was given a horrible task. I was told to kill Professor Dumbledore. This was going to be difficult. I could never do it face-to-face, so I tried many different other methods. Both times, they failed, almost killing two Gryffindors. At the end of the year, though, I had no choice. I fixed the Vanishing Cabinets in the Room of Reqirement and summoned my fellow Death Eaters while Dumbledore was away. Then came the moment of truth.

I stood there, terrified. There he was, just helpless. I put on a bit of a show of things, telling Dubledore I was about to kill him. Deep down, I knew I couldn't, but I had to act like I was about to. There were Death Eaters all around in the hallways, and I already knew he was hiding Harry Potter under that cloak of his. Dumbledore offered to join his side. He told me that he could hide me and my family so throroghly that the Dark Lord would never be able to find us. I wanted that to be true, I really did. But I knew that my parents would never go for it.

In the end, it was Professor Snape that strouck the final blow. I was horrified, yet I had to flee now. My true colors had been revealed.

Seventh Year was absolutely horrible. As a Death Eater, I was expected to kill and torture Muggles and Muggle-borns. Time after time, Muggle borns would be found and it would be my job to torture, then kill them.

The most Horrible night of all came in March. I was home on the Easter Holidays when the three had been brought in. I recognized Harry Potter and his two little friends at once, though by the looks of it, someone had gotten incredibly pissed with Harry. I didn't tell the others who he was, though eventually I had no choice but to tell them. They escaped with the help of our old house-elf, Dobby. I had been wondereing what he had been up to. I had just never realized what a brave little guy he was before.

As Dobby dissapparated with Harry and his friends, Aunt Bella threw her silver knife across the room. I watched in horror as it hit its target squarely in the chest.
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Posts: 1510 · Joined: Aug 31, 2007 Location: Ohio Posts: 1510

That was very good! I enjoyed it a lot! Very Happy

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Posts: 554 · Posted: September 3, 2007 3:33 pm Post subject:

yeah, it was. I like the way you're sticking to the story, but looking at it from a different point of view, and revealing some in a different light. Please write more soon Wink