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The Return of the Dark Witch
A Meaningful Life
P.O.V – Draco Malfoy
The Hogwarts Express train.
I thought to myself absent mindedly. Staring up at the bright red train, over the sea of lowly fellow, no, I was no longer apart of them, students. Before stepping even further from my mother’s side, as we arrived at Platform nine and three quarters.
I had never particularly cared much for the sight. Having much preferred that I had been sent to Durmstrang as a child. Something that I wish more today than ever, had occurred. Though, there is a possibility that it wouldn’t have made a bit of difference.
“Are you sure you have everything you need, Draco?” Asked my mother following behind me diligently, ever the worrying sort since I had been chosen as the Dark Lord’s newest servant.
“Yes, mother.” I replied, irritably. Keeping myself within the charade that we had devised, for we both knew she really wasn’t asking about my belongings.
She doubted me. My own mother doubted my ability to regain the Dark Lord’s favor and protect her.
A surge of anger flowed through my veins and I pushed a random second year as I passed him by.
How dare she have so little faith in me? I thought furiously, suppressing the chilling feeling deep inside of me. The very same feeling that had kept me awake at night for the better part of the last several months.
A death eater, a man, I thought firmly to myself, holds no such feeling as self doubt, and steeling myself, I continued to press onward into the crowd.
Insignificant people. All of them. They had no true worth. Their lives were meaningless.
A crying third year girl clutching a small cat and pleading with her mother, caught my eye for a moment. Briefly breaking my train of thought, before I stiffened my resolve, my gaze not leaving the scene as I pressed on.
Mine would never be meaningless. For the Dark Lord had chosen me to complete one of his most important tasks.
I, Draco Malfoy, would go down in history as the wizard who killed the great Albus Dumbledore, and I couldn’t wait.
So why did my stomach clench painfully at the thought?
The Hogwarts Express train.
I thought to myself absent mindedly. Staring up at the bright red train, over the sea of lowly fellow, no, I was no longer apart of them, students. Before stepping even further from my mother’s side, as we arrived at Platform nine and three quarters.
I had never particularly cared much for the sight. Having much preferred that I had been sent to Durmstrang as a child. Something that I wish more today than ever, had occurred. Though, there is a possibility that it wouldn’t have made a bit of difference.
“Are you sure you have everything you need, Draco?” Asked my mother following behind me diligently, ever the worrying sort since I had been chosen as the Dark Lord’s newest servant.
“Yes, mother.” I replied, irritably. Keeping myself within the charade that we had devised, for we both knew she really wasn’t asking about my belongings.
She doubted me. My own mother doubted my ability to regain the Dark Lord’s favor and protect her.
A surge of anger flowed through my veins and I pushed a random second year as I passed him by.
How dare she have so little faith in me? I thought furiously, suppressing the chilling feeling deep inside of me. The very same feeling that had kept me awake at night for the better part of the last several months.
A death eater, a man, I thought firmly to myself, holds no such feeling as self doubt, and steeling myself, I continued to press onward into the crowd.
Insignificant people. All of them. They had no true worth. Their lives were meaningless.
A crying third year girl clutching a small cat and pleading with her mother, caught my eye for a moment. Briefly breaking my train of thought, before I stiffened my resolve, my gaze not leaving the scene as I pressed on.
Mine would never be meaningless. For the Dark Lord had chosen me to complete one of his most important tasks.
I, Draco Malfoy, would go down in history as the wizard who killed the great Albus Dumbledore, and I couldn’t wait.
So why did my stomach clench painfully at the thought?