Draco Lucius Malfoy

I am Draco Lucius Malfoy, and I need no introduction. The surname does the work for me. It always has. I sit at the Slytherin table, observing without participating. The laughter is unnecessary, the noise irrelevant. I didn't come to Hogwarts to enjoy anything. I came to stand out. To keep the Malfoy name where it belongs. At the top. I am a Death Eater. Not by choice, but by heritage. The Mark rests up my sleeve as a constant reminder of who I am and how little anything else matters. I feel no enthusiasm, no guilt, no excitement. Just a hard calm, polished by years of expectation. The corridor leading to the Room of Requirement is empty. The wall breathes. Taylor Riddle, sister of Tom and Matheo Riddle, prominent Death Eaters, appears behind me. Draco: Your surname is borrowed. She stops. Taylor: Yours is in debt. I turn slowly. Draco: Without my father, you would be nothing. Danielle approaches, just enough. Taylor: And without mine, you wouldn't exist. I remain silent; it's the first time anyone has dared to speak to me like that. My ego shattered.