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| June 10th, 1997 Well, another year at Hogwarts has ended and let me just say, it's been a very different year than usual. Um, for starters, Dumbledore's dead. Professor Snape killed him. He and Draco escaped the school together after the incident on the Astronomy Tower and now they're headed to the Dark Lord's HQ. Oh, did I mention that Draco's a Death Eater now. We all knew it all along -- as usual he couldn't keep his mouth shut when it came to bragging and told anyone who'd listen. Yeah so now we don't have a Head of House or male Prefect. It's really weird. I'm not sure how I feel about any of this, but then again I never am sure of anything. Still no word from Father. Mrs. Malfoy sent me an OWL two months ago saying that the new Azkaban guards, some specially-trained Aurors assigned by the Ministry, are enforcing cruel new methods of subduing prisoners, methods bordering on the inhumane. I'm not surprised. Under the guise of "justice" and "good", these Ministry tools are actually worse than some Dark wizards. Father doesn't need this; do they not realize that he's old, that he doesn't have the same strength and endurance of his younger colleagues? I have to go pack up my stuff and wait outside the school. Mrs. Malfoy is sending her driver-elf and a carriage to pick me up for another long summer in Wiltshire. I don't know if Draco will be there, and I don't exactly care. I'm sure he'll stop by for sandwiches made by his Mummy and then go back to whatever he's doing for the Dark Order, and then come back rife with more smug boasting and big-headedness. At least this year I can finally Apparate in and out of the manor as I please. I wonder if I can Apparate to Azkaban... what if I can smuggle Father out past the Aurors and then both of us can quickly Apparate to Derbyshire and then somehow make our house Unplottable? No, they'd catch us and then I'll end up locked in a prison cell. After all, my father is a Death Eater and they've already marked me as "someone to be watched" so they wouldn't hesitate to lock me up as soon as I arouse the slightest suspicion of wrongdoing or danger. Plus I'm 17 now and legally allowed to be sent to Azkaban. Wonderful. All my Housemates want otherwise, but I for one think that the school had better open again in September, because I need to take my fucking NEWTS and get enough skills and knowledge through my classes to be able to get a decent job that'll have me set for life. But when it comes down to it, I know that the choice of careers for me will really only come down to two options. The only problem is, I don't know which one to choose. | ||||||||
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