From the Desk of Draco Malfoy

Chapter 23

Monday December 21st

Fucking twat wont let me have a quill. What was the bloody point in giving me my journal if you're not going to give me a quill? I'm not going to shove the fucking thing in my aorta. I stole this one but she doesn't leave me alone for long. Mum was here and I kind of wished she hadn't come. I don't like seeing her hurt and that's what she was, hurt. But she let me sign the estate over to her until I'm 25 and I can extend that if I want. Mum can have it all, I don't really see myself taking control of it.

Granger showed up and for a second I thought she had the note but she had just met mum. We talked, I guess we're ok. Mum was ok with it. She didn't say it but I could tell. Granger knows now, about the itch. I never wanted her to know but she didn't make it weird. She asked me if I had wanted to die. I had expected it to happen for so long that I think I just got used to the idea. Dying would be easier, opting out would bring me the peace and quiet I crave but....

All I wanted as I felt myself fading was to take another breath. All I want is just peace and I had found that before in life. Maybe I can keep it.

Shit, Pomfrey...