Elenore- 2

"Elenore?" My brother asked me, shocked.

"Draco?" I asked, mocking his tone.

"You're alive...?"

"No, I'm a zombie." I sarcasticly said. "But... You never came."

"I'm sorry." He stated.

I knew that he wasn't sorry- knowing him, and knowing that I could see right into his soul through his eyes, I knew that he wasn't sorry. Not one bit.

"Your not sorry one bit." I simply stated.

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." He slyly said.

That little ferret...

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I shook my head at my brother. Why, may you ask?

Because he was being a bully to a boy named Neville Longbottom. I remembered that my Aunt Bellatrix had tortured Alice and Frank Longbottom, his parents. Now, they're in the critical impatience care ward at St. Mungos (which is a Wizarding hospital, actually). They have lost their sanity.

And it's my aunts fault- my family's fault.

Do you know how much shame I feel right now?

No, I bet you don't, because you're not a Malfoy like I am.

Though, I do dread being a Malfoy. It really bothers me, to tell you the truth. But, actually, nobody will ever be able to understand what I go through. Nobody understands what it's actually like to be a Malfoy.

And I get you never will, to tell you the truth.

I was shocked, to say at the least, when Harry and Ron let me share a boat with them. I figured that they would not want to share a boat with me because they seemed to have a feeling of hatred towards my brother from what I have gathered so far.

We rode the boats across the Black Lake, and I swear that I saw something poke it's head out and wave a tentacle at me. Perhaps it was the giant squid?

As the castle rode into view, I gasped at it's beauty. I couldn't believe how magical it was.

The architecture was very middle-aged; there were many towers, and it was made of stone. It was beautiful. I only hoped that it was as beautiful- or perhaps even more beautiful- inside as it was on the outside.

"Woah..." multiple first years had muttered.

Finally, we had to get out of the boats, and Hagrid knocked on an oak door twice.

"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall." he said.

"Thank you, Hagrid."

I knew that in a few minutes, it would be decided if my family hated me more, or if they hated me less.

And, weirdly, I hope that they would hate me more than they do already.