"never take advice from someone who's falling apart."
Makayla
November 1, 1995
I am Makayla Irma Malfoy. I'm the lost cause of my family. I'm 15 years old. I say that I hate Cedric Diggory and Louis Lupin, but for one of them, this is a lie.
Two days ago, I received a letter from my father. There is a death eater disguised as a teacher. The deatheaters are planning something that I will learn on the day of the final task in the Triwizard Tournament.
Harry and I were put into the games on "accident." A happy accident. I'm not sure what's so happy about that, but according to my father, it's happy.
Louis punched Cedric at the World Cup. Father addressed it.
He said that Louis will get his punishment at my request. MINE!
I claim to hate Louis Lupin, but I'd never hurt him. That's too far.
I'm writing this journal entry as a reminder of who I truly am. I am not someone with a choice. I am not a princess. Unless princesses are mistreated by their families. I am a girl born into a perfect world with a cracked atmosphere and a cracked oxygen mask. I was born gasping for air and I'll die gasping for air. Whether it's today or tomorrow, hanging myself or getting strangled by someone else. I was born with a purpose and I don't know what it is. Perhaps my purpose is to hurt the feelings of my peers and die the death I deserve.
Meanwhile my siblings will die in a gold coffin with blood in their veins. I don't get a coffin. I'm just the forgotten chosen one.
My father stopped wanting me the day that Draco was born. That's why I'm a deatheater (despite not having the dark mark). I want him to want me again. That's my mindset.
Do what you don't want to do to make the people who hate you like you.
It hasn't been successful yet, but I'm sure that it will one day. Why wouldn't it? I'm his daughter, I must be enough sometime.
Right?
Anyway, I have a potions pre-test tomorrow. Then a Quidditch committee meeting at lunch tomorrow and a Defense Against The Dark Arts project at the end of the day after that. Professor Moody chose Louis of all people to be my partner. He's currently next to me, bugging me as always.
He's talking about Quidditch tryouts for next year and I'm nearly about to laugh in his face. He doesn't seem like one to like Quidditch, or any sport at all. He'd run away from the golden snitch for all I know.
Anyway, Moody is talking, so I better listen. Bye, I guess.
Sincerely,
Makayla Irma Malfoy
Nov. 1, 1995
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FanfictionMakayla Malfoy, daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, is just a girl trying to get through her eight years of education at Hogwarts, until some crummy first years make that impossible. Now she must help them through their journey, so they don't do...
