I have faced 4-5 page literature essay and survived. Now I continue to tell you the tale of Harry Potter and the Descent into Madness.

Harry met with two third-years, a Hufflepuff and Slytherin, both wanting to convince Harry to take on the Ministry of Magic. Will Harry choose to take on the Ministry with them?
Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy receives a letter from his father, who plans to have Draco be tutored in a futile attempt to save his family name. Who is this tutor? Will Draco manage save his father from Azkaban? Find out, in this latest update of Harry Potter and the Descent into Madness!

Harry Potter. I remind myself. He's the one who got my father into Azkaban. He's the reason He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named ordered me to- threatened to- never mind.

I was just lucky that he was allowed to send us letters, like now. "While you have passed, and even excelled, at all your classes, your fellow students are better. Your classwork is not as good as that of the Ravenclaw members, or even of that mudblood, Hermione Granger. There is even a Slytherin with better grades than you got, a younger kid named Benjamin Haiden. He comes from a no-name wizard family, and he's a halfblood. I expected better. Until such time that you improve your grades, you will need a tutor!" He waits, knowing the words I will say, the words I always say.

I stifle my bitterness at these words. That Potter kid had no clue how lucky he was. What little he knew of his father was that of kindness. His father would not scold him for getting less than 130% from all their classes. On top of perfect performance as the Slytherin seeker, and a reputation as the worst Slytherin in the bunch. "Yes, Father, I understand." I choke out.

"Good. Then you will report to your tutor immediately. She should be through the foyer any minute now." The Howler tears itself up, leaving me hollow.

Who would my Father trust to tutor me? I wonder as I head back down to the foyer. A chiming on the mansion walls reveals that a person is at the door, asking to come in. The spellwork assisting this mansion's functions are very advanced, made by generations of Malfoys.

I pace quickly to the door, not running because it was uncivilized, and open it. On the other end is a girl, probably a year older than me. Her gray eyes roam, quickly taking in the room behind me. Despite her solemn demeanor and intellectual eyes, she dyed her hair in various shades of purple on the right side, and a shaved black on the left. Arcane designs decorate the short half. Now, why would someone that my father summoned sport a hairstyle like that?

"Are you Draco Malfoy?" The girl asks, examining me like I'm some insect she's never seen before. Without waiting for a reply, she holds out her hand, "I am Erin Gray, from the Ravenclaw house." Her accent is American. Nothing about her made sense. Why would an American go to a British school, or an intellectual Ravenclaw shave and dye her hair? The biggest question was, how had she convinced my father to let her teach me?

My Mom is suddenly behind me. "She is a ... mudblood, but, thanks to Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore and all their ..." She purses her lips in distaste, "accusations and your father's place i-in Azkaban, she was the only one willing to teach you."

"Have you ever considered," The girl asks, "that it is your attitude that has lowered the number of applicants?"

"Mind your tongue, if you want to keep teaching my son, that is."

The girl nods, "I will keep that in mind."

"You will refer to me as ma'am, my husband, when you see him, as sir, and my son as young sir, understood?"

"Yes, ma'am." The voice, the expression, are those of an automaton. Her eyes, however, reveal veiled humor when she turns them to me. "Come, young sir," Erin Gray informs me, her voice monotone.