No Choice

No Choice

Transfiguration essays…the undisputed winner’s of the ‘Most Boring and Certain to Freeze your Brain Award’! Just the way I want to be spending this summer day…locked inside the house, doing homework. Father ordered that I am not allowed to go outside, until I’ve finished all the work that was set from school. It’s my punishment for “Failing to utilize all my knowledge of Dueling tactics when Potter, Weasley and that Mudblood made a mockery of me and the name of Malfoy on the Hogwarts Express” as my father so delicately put it. I have had to endure countless lectures about my “failure” in defending myself. How was I to know that they were all going to Hex me? I’m not psychic! Although from the way my parents are going on you’d think I was. It’s so typical…Potter makes my life hell at Hogwarts and he’s managed to do it at home as well.

I wonder what he’s doing right now. Probably being forced to do some kind of work for those Muggles he lives with. Apparently they all hate him and are always disappointed when he comes home every summer. It’s not hard to see why; he’s so arrogant and thinks he’s the centre of the universe…I bet they wish he’d died along with his parents! I suppose part of me does pity him though, if I had been forced to live with common, non-Wizarding freaks like the Durnsley’s…or D…something or other, I would have given up the will to live a long time ago!

Mind you, I wouldn’t mind living somewhere else right now…even with Muggles. Father wants to take me to ‘meet’ the Dark Lord, now that he’s back to full strength. Of course I know that the word ‘meet’ actually translates to ‘bow and scrape before the Wizard to whom you are going to sell your soul to’. I can’t wait! Of course I pretended to be happy and enthusiastic about it, there was absolutely no way I could have voiced the fact that I would rather bathe in a bath if Acid…I value my life you see.

By the time I start my Fifth year, I’ll have had the Dark Mark burned into me, branding me as one of his, I’ll no longer be my own person. Draco Malfoy will be nothing but a slave to the Dark Side. A Death Eater, just like my father before me. He’s been planning my Initiation into the fold since the day I was born. It’s my future, my destiny, something I cannot turn away from. I have no choice.