Within these Walls

⤜𝒯𝑜 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒞𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈⤛

Journal Entry; September 4th, 1989

My parents are very high strung people. Whether it is Everyday life; or business, they always seem stoic.

There are countless expectations I am to meet and surpass while I'm in Hogwarts. Not just achieving is my goal during school; but to make my family proud and defend the family name. I will do my best to not taint it.

After all, I am a Malfoy, we are the best of the wizarding world so I must act the part; though I don't agree with my fathers way of acting. I will try and uphold this title.

Teachers will assume I am no good, all eyes of the next wizarding worlds brightest Witches and Wizards will be watching my every move.

I'm afraid that if I don't get Slytherin, I won't have a place to come home too. Though I know I won't excel in that house, it's the only one I'll settle for. My first expectation to pass; there's to much at stake if I don't.

I wanna protect my brother, I don't want him having these same doubts. I worry for him, he would excel in Hufflepuff with the way he acts now. He's the sweetest and most kind hearted boy. But like me, he has to act bitter to everyone.

But I have to finish packing. I'll update this Journal in my down time. Hopefully my story plays out well and I become the Witch I strive to be. A witch who protects others! Just like my mother told me; The blood of a Covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.--

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You sucked in a deep breath, an attempt to settle the anxious nerves. Holding your pen with a squeezing grip on your pen, slotting it back into the cup on the ornate desk. Putting a hand onto the journal's cover; you pulled it closed. A light thump momentarily disturbing the room's silence.

Collecting the thoughts that stirred in your mind; doubts, hopes, aspirations. All of it. Shoving it down into the imaginary box deep in your heart; as you were trained to do from a young age. You gently pushed your chair back from the desk. Taking a slow glance around the room.

The dark shadows of the ceiling, the stone work dull. Curtains blocking out the sun, leaving the room with a dimly lit and eerie feeling.

You stood from the chair, latching the lock on the journal so it was ready to be packed. Stepping off from the desk chair. Walking over to the bedside, to finish packing the trunk. Stacking in the robes, books, cauldron, and extras you felt needed. Including your trusty Journal!

You let the trunk lid fall with a solid; Thunk! Fiddling with the lock so it wouldn't randomly open in the Limo or the Train. You stood, finding a side bag to tuck in the Pre-sorting robes and the ridiculous cap. But regardless the organization made it feel like things were under control. Like nothing could go wrong.

You looked back to your desk, considering an idea. A gentle smile pulling at your lips as an idea finalized. You went back to the desk, opening up the dark wooden jewelry box. Sifting through your necklaces, all having expensive charms and dangles. You found a chain in a silver color. It had no charm, so you slipped off your ring.

It was silver, green gemstones signifying the Snake's eyes. You slid the ring onto the small chain. Hoping it would be long enough for him in the future.

You smiled, excitement replacing the anxiety. Gripping the chain and looking at it with a smile. Turning towards the door, walking with a light pep to your step.

You went down one set of stairs, counting the doors to where your younger Brother's room was. Knocking with a few light taps in a rhythm the both of you used. Hiding the chain behind your back. "Draco!" It was a whisper yell, not wanting to disturb your fathers office just down the hall.