Harry Potter's younger brother was the son of a Death Eater. Someone as kind as him would probably fall apart, right?
I thought irritably.
Then I returned home.
Malfoy Manor was as luxurious as ever.
On Christmas Day, I received so, so many gifts.
Including one from Darren...
He gave me a bottle of anti-hair-loss shampoo.
Did he think I was going bald? I also attended the nobles' ball.
Wherever young Master Malfoy went, he drew everyone's attention.
Maybe no one liked me, but I was brazen and flamboyant, and no one dared to lecture me. When I returned for Christmas, I looked at Darren, wanting to confront him.
But he didn't give me the chance.
It was infuriating.
Because I was angry, I decided to beat up Neville Longbottom during the Quidditch match.
For no reason other than to make him angry.
And what happened? I was the one who got beaten up instead.
I shouted that he should be expelled, then rushed back to the dormitory. At first, I was just yelling, but the more I thought about it, the more wronged I felt.
Why?
I was his brother too. Why didn't he take my side? Why couldn't he understand me a little more?
Even if I was wrong, couldn't he have hit me a little more lightly? Look at my eyes!
I tattled to Mum!
I didn't tell her exactly who had beaten me up. I just wanted Mum and Dad to stand up for me!
Maybe I also wanted him to see Dad... He wasn't homeless.
Only Harry Potter was unwanted. He was wanted! Mum and Dad thought the same way I did, and they rushed to Hogwarts.
Darren's face went pale with fright, but he refused to admit he was wrong.
He would rather be