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Voldemort's cloak swished as he walked into the dining room at Malfoy Manor.
"I have a job that needs doing", he said in a cold high voice.
"I will do anything, my lord", said Bellatrix at once.
"No, no for you", he said gesturing his wand to Lucius's only son, Draco.
"M-me", he said pointing at his chest, his voice barely audible and visibly paling.
"Yes you" said Voldemort with a cruel smile.
"Give us some privacy, Bellatrix, Narcissa", he said gesturing to the magnificent entrance hall.
He closed the door with a non-verbal spell and walked in front of it giving Draco a hideous feeling that there was no way out. He felt sick, he wanted to wake up in his four poster bed and find that this had all been a dream, a pigment of his imagination. When Voldemort wanted something done you did it or died in the process. He cast his slits of eyes upon Draco.
"You will kill Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts school", he said in a cold voice like this was a normal request.
"I c-cant, m-my lord, h-he has such powers. H-how about s-Severus?", said Draco trying to keep his voice steady.
"Oh, but this is punishment boy", Voldemort said with not a hint of care about the 16 year old standing in front of him.
"Your father disgraced me at the ministry. Beaten by 15 year olds. He lost me that prophecy. Lord Voldemort does not forgive. He does not forget. No. He will punish those who fail him. They will pay."
"I c-cant", tried Draco again.
"Oh dear boy, you will or I will destroy everyone you ever cared about. You will watch me feed their bodies to Nagini here", he gestured to the coiled Python hissing viciously at his feet, "then only, then will I kill you."
"I'll do it. I'll do it! Please have mercy! Please, please don't hurt them."
"We'll see", he said with a twisted smile.
Bang! The door was flung open.
"In!" Commanded Voldemort to the two sisters outside.
Narcissa was even paler than Draco. He told them the plan.
"No! Noooo!" Wailed Narcissa.
"Please, Please have mercy, have mercy! He will be killed. My only boy. He's just a child!" Tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Enough!", shouted Voldemort, "It is to happen."
Draco was in a state of shock. He sat at the end of the long dining room table oblivious to his mothers pleads for mercy. He couldn't, he just couldn't. A murderer, a murderer. Although he never ever could voice it, he felt safe when Dumbledore was there. He loved Hogwarts. It was his home. Kill Dumbledore. He had to kill Dumbledore. No. No. He couldn't. But images kept coming into his mind. Dead mother. Dead father. Dead Crabbe. Dead Goyle. Everyone. Voldemort would kill everyone. He had to. Just had to. But a murderer. A murderer. No. He would do it. He had to do it. It was the only way.
"Your arm boy", said Voldemort, walking towards him, Nagini slithering at his side.
No. Not this. He would get the dark mark. This was bad, very bad.
Shaking Draco held out his left arm. Voldemort roughly pulled up the sleeve of his jumper and tapped the skin with his arm. The pain was unimaginable. It felt as though someone was cutting open his arm. The pain blinded him. His eyes watered. He blinked and saw the mark. A serpent coming out of the mouth of a skull. Horrid. Utterly horrid. Never. Never ever would he touch it. He got up and crossed the room. He embraced his mother and sobbed into her shoulder.
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