SNAKE EYES. draco m

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" Malfoy,

You know when you literally yelled, "OWL ME POTTAH," I would've expected you to - you know - ACTUALLY OWL ME. But no one has been owling us, radio silence. Nothing from Fred or George either, I expected so much prank mail but instead, I get stupid windblown at my face every time I open the window.

You know what, fuck you! I'll just write my thoughts. You won't read this so I can say anything. You're stinky and you're balding hairline is disgusting.

Anywho, Reinhardt is gone. I watched him vanish. Can owls disapparate? Because he just fucked right out of the bloody air. It's been a week, he hasn't been back. I think he's dead.

He was carrying one of my letters when I managed to break him out the stupid cage through sheer will and power (because I am very strong.) and I don't know if it reached you.

The Dursleys are pricks. Did I tell you about them? I think I did in another letter, I don't remember. But they've been pestering my brother more and more rather than me. They're just ignoring me, for some reason.

Probably cause I'm a ginger now.

I knew the muggle world was boring but I never really realized how boring it was. I've been trapped in this stupid house for more than I can handle, I think my legs are starting to fly off. It wants to chase old cats around. I tried to jump off the window but Harry stopped me because it was too dangerous.

Stupid brother, that's why I'm doing it in the first place!

Dudley spilt milk on me yesterday, I think I told you that in another letter, though. Stupid muggle ink, I can't erase it. At least I don't have to use a quill, makes my hand dirty.

If you've seen Reinhardt can you take care of him for a while? I don't want him stuck in a stupid cage. He and Hedwig have done nothing but complain, it's annoying but I get where they're coming from.

Speaking of, Hedwig's the only thing keeping me sane. Because she's proof that everything is real, and that Hogwarts, you aren't just in my bloody head.

I mean, you aren't purposefully ignoring me, right? I'm not a ghost, I'm. not dead yet. Whatever.

Something dodgy is going on. I reckon someone's been fucking with the letters. They even messed with Reinhardt, those bastards. I'm going to kick their arses and choke them like Professor Quirrel and his head parasite.

Harry's been moping cause of it, the demons of this house aren't really helping either. He just keeps staring out the window when we're not talking or doing shite that those stupid pricks told us to do.

It gets on my nerves sometimes, I swear if I find whatever's been causing this I'll blugeon their head with Dudley's pants. That'll teach it.

You know, it's really lonely here. In the off chance you'll see this, respond immediately because I'm going insane. (a crudely drawn cat smile was drawn next to the last paragraph, along with scribbles of the void, what a waste of ink.)

- Y/n Sirius Potter,
your closet buddy. "

The boy sighed, pushing the cap back to the pen. He folded the letter into an airplane. Without any hesitation, he sent it flying out the window watching as it glided towards the ground.

And then, it vanished.

"Oh - fuck you."

"Y/n, we need to coo- NOT THIS AGAIN! Stop jumping out of the window!"

---

Loud bangs woke Draco up from his slumber. He groaned, covering the sunlight seeping through the dark green curtains of his lavish room. "Bloody hell," he muttered, opening his eyes fully.

He was now wide awake, freezing in place as a black owl was charging towards the window, attempting to break it. Hermes, his Eagle owl only watched, blinking at the stupid bird.

Quickly, he slid off his large bed, opening his window to let the poor sod in. "Where did you come from?" he asked, scrunching his face up as the owl dropped paper on the table.

Reinhardt then collapsed then and there, making him flinch. Hermes flew over, landing on Draco's small shoulders and tilting his head at his fellow owl. The blonde poked the black owl, once, twice, thrice.

"Erm. . . What should we do?" He asked Hermes, flapped his wings in response.