From the Desk of Draco Malfoy

Chapter 1

Tuesday, September 1st

Life is funny, one minute you're one wrong move from death then you're being told it's not your fault, it's because of how you were raised, you didn't have a choice. I did though, I always had a choice and I should have chosen death. Since I didn't, despite the numerous opportunities presented to me, I'm back at fucking Hogwarts. Ordered back, actually, I had never had plans to return, even before the war was lost but my plans never seem to work.

I had to slip out of the feast early, I couldn't sit in that hall anymore. I can admit it was too much, too soon. I could barely bring myself to look around the room, to see the way people were looking at me, because it was my fault. I had compromised Hogwarts, I had let the death Eaters in and kicked started the events that almost ended my line. The Malfoy name is a joke, Father was right. We are fucking cursed.

Then there was the golden fucking Gryffindors. You could feel it the moment they entered, everyone hushed and whispered. I couldn't look at them, couldn't look up but I had to. I could feel eyes on me and I couldn't ignore it. Fucking pity, that's all I saw. The golden girl was watching me with fucking pity in her eyes. I don't need Grangers fucking pity. What's with the bleeding heart Gryffindors? Can't they just let a lost cause be lost? They don't, can't, shouldn't save everyone. Potter should have let me go rot in Azkaban and Granger can shove it with her sympathetic looks.

Now here comes fucking Theo to tell me I shouldn't have left, that it doesn't look good. Nothing I do will ever look good again so why does it even matter?