Letter/Jealousy
I couldn’t wait until school started back up. Maybe it was because I wanted to be away from my father. Or that I wanted to see Harry, and just make him so mad he’d hit me. Maybe it was both. Or maybe it was because Hogwarts felt safe.
I’ve never really felt safe anywhere. Not even my own home. So, why did I feel so safe there? It made no sense to me. I wasn’t protected there. Even if I was away from my father, he would still be close. Not only that, I was away from my mother, and my friends weren’t friends. Worst of all, Harry Potter refused to be my friend. It hurt. It hurt so fucking much.
It felt like years, but I was finally back at Diagon Alley to get my school books, robes, ect. I was in the library, looking at the books. Running my fingertips along them as I went up the steps to find a certain one. I froze when I saw Voldemort’s Diary. I opened it and flipped through it. Nobody should be allowed to buy this! Nobody at all. I flipped through it. One page had big bold letters. I read it:
Plans: Who to kill
- Tom Riddle Snr…Dead
- Marry Riddle…Dead
- Myrtle Warren
- R.A.B…Dead
- Dorcas Meadowes…Dead
- Marlene McKinnon
- James Potter…Killed
- Lily Potter…Killed
- Harry Potter…Alive
- Frank Longbottom…Dead
- Alice Longbottom…Dead
- Sirius Black…Azkaban
- Remus Lupin…Alive
- Narcissa Malfoy…Alive
- Alastor Moody…Alive
My heart dropped. MY MOTHER?! I knew about Harry but….My own mother?!
I quickly ripped the page out, hearing Harry and his friends along with the stupid Weasley’s walk in, stuffing it in my pocket. Walking down the stairs. Merlin's beard, why was he with that Weasley girl?! It was like he was stuck to her side…or… SHE was stuck to HIS side.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Look at Potter, moving his way up the social status pole.” I rolled my eyes, stepping up to them. Not realizing how short he was until I looked down at him.
He didn’t seem really glad to see me, or mad. “Shove off Malfoy.” was what he responded with. At Least he wasn’t punching me or…merlin’s beard, I didn’t wanna think about that.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I looked over at girl Weasley stepping up, “Leave him alone, Malfoy!” I smirked at that. “Oh look Potter,” I looked down at him, smiling. I didn’t want to be. “You got yourself a girlfriend!” I laughed, I didn’t wanna do that either. I didn’t. I hated everything I was doing. I wanted to kill her. To…nevermind that.
I wasn’t laughing for long before I felt my father’s cane push me back. “Now now Draco…” and I didn’t listen from there. All I could think about was how Harry was staring at me. Like I was a monster. He hated me. My father hated me. My friends hated me. The professors hated me. Who didn’t? I was….I was a bad person. No…I wasn’t. I was like I was raised. I was good…
Right?