Well all has been well. I have managed to keep hidden from those I don't want to find me. I still haven't been able to contact my mum, I worry about her alot, but I don't really know what to do. I saw kids from Hogwarts today. It took alot not to go running up to them and beg them to take me back to school. I know I'm not wanted. But I don't want to die
and I know someone who wants me dead
I have decided to return to Hogwarts...maybe they can protect me. I don't know who I should talk to, but I figure I need to do it soon. I am sick of running. As much as I despise it I figure I should try and find Potter or one of the professors. I can't keep this life up much longer. I am sick of wearing dirty clothes all the time. And my hair looks awful. This is not the look of a Malfoy.
|Off on my own
I found an old news paper in a trash bin, it had a picture of the dark mark floating over a small village I figure is only about 30 minutes outside Malfoy manor. I try to quell the terror that rises in my throat. Surely they won't hurt my mum. I think of all the times she has been the one to hug me after one of my fathers many rages. It is time for me to return home, at least long enough to try and save what little is left of my family. Some days I think I would rather die then be the last one left. This makes me think of what it must be like to be Harry, but I quickly brush such thoughts away.