I actually wrote this story because while I was looking for a story that followed this idea, but I couldn't find one so I thought I would write it :)

I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own the characters

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Its funny isn't it. When the thing you wanted most in your life, could end up distorting and turning into something unrecognisable. Until it made you regret that you had ever wished for it in the first place. There was nothing that Draco wanted more, he had worked his whole life to get to where he was now. Everything he had done since he could talk and walk was to be here, there was nothing that he wouldn't have done to accomplish it. But where he was now, he was astonished that he could ever have wanted this. Such a desire that his father had wanted for him, his father encouraged and directed Draco in all ways. Just so Draco could follow in his footsteps and be prepared to take over as the head of the Malfoy house. Draco always accepted this as his future, never questioning it, but now... Draco was wondering what if he had challenged it? Would he be somewhere else other than here?

Draco's footfalls seemed to echo through the dim lighted, long winding corridors, rebounding off the walls reverberating through his bones. Riddle manor was huge and confusing and he doubted if Snape wasn't dragging him through them he would get lost, and in turn be late and would no doubt be on the other end of Voldemort's wand. As that was where he was heading, into the den of the biggest and deadliest snake in existence. Snape just moments ago had told him what he was called here for. Bitterly Snape had told him the Voldemort intended to use him to infiltrate Hogwarts, and get rid of a roadblock. Draco was shocked he had expected that Voldemort was one day going to call on him but to get into Hogwarts? Hogwarts held some of his greatest memories, it was special to him. He couldn't think of the possibility that death eaters would wreck havoc on Hogwarts. It was supposed to be a fortress, impossible to break into. And Voldemort wanted him to penetrate it or at least find a way through its defences. How on earth could he even begin this hanus task?

"I hope you're happy" spat Snape, his words dripping in anger and contempt.

Draco's head snapped towards Snape his eyes locking in on his teachers, what was there to be happy about in this situation? But Draco assumed he already knew this and this was Snape torturing him for his somewhat foolish choice.

"You've finally got to where you wanted" with a final shove for emphasis. Draco knew why Snape was acting like this; Snape had on several occasions told him that he shouldn't follow his father's wishes and footsteps. Severus Snape was one of the very few Draco actually allowed to become close to him. Snape often stuck his neck out for Draco; he looked after him and taught him things at his own accord. Draco knew he had disappointed Snape as soon as he stepped into this mansion, because they both knew that there would be no turning back after this meeting. Snape stopped short and drew in a breath, letting his head fall towards the floor.

"This is it" he said deflated "Follow me, speak only when spoken to, and don't step out of line". Even now when Draco had blatantly turned down Snape he still looked after him. 'Maybe he should've been a Gryffindor than a Slytherin' Draco thought weakly to himself trying to shake the tense atmosphere. Snape regained his stiff posture, as did Draco. Draco squared off his shoulders, lifted his chin and stuck on his mask of indifference. And let out a breath just as the two large wooden doors swung open. The room was rather bare except for a raised platform at the back of the room, and on it a carefully carven chair. Engraved on it were snakes curling from the bottom to the armrests, where a pale slender hand tapped.

"We were beginning to think you had lost your way" Voldemort said calmly his eye locking on Draco's refusing him to look away. Draco walked in with Snape not too far behind him; it was deadly silent, whether it was a good sign or a bad sign he didn't know.

"Not at all my dark lord" Draco projected strongly and confidently to eliminate any thoughts of him being weak. As he looked around he saw there weren't many people gathered in fact he knew everyone in the room. His mother Narcissa was eyeing him constantly from the back corner, hugging her stomach to calm her nerves. Bellatrix on Voldemort's right but positioned on the floor not on the platform, cocking her head to examine her nephew and his behaviours. Snape, who had after following him in stood near his mother probably in some attempt to give her comfort, well as much comfort as you can offer in the presence of Voldemort. Who doesn't seem to posses feelings, the only ones he appeared to have was anger, hate, rage and mercilessness. Funny to have such a small grouping at one of these meetings though he'd only been to one before.

"I have a task for you Draco Malfoy" Voldemort tilting his head to look down at Draco as if to show him who was in charge "I want you to get my Death eaters into Hogwarts" This wasn't a big shocker being as Snape had told him just five minutes ago, so he able to control his surprise. But then Voldemort sat up even more and took on a more authoritive pose hands gripping the armrests and back straight, looking like an image from a portrait.

"And I want you to remove something, something that has been getting in the way of my plans and constantly manages to keep me from my target. I want you Draco Malfoy to kill Albus Dumbledore" Voldemort smirked as he drew out 'kill' almost expecting the immediate effect it had on Draco. Draco lips parted slightly, and his eyes widened. Kill?! He knew he might have to at some point but now that it was here he didn't want to. Why was he even doing this? Why was he here? He didn't want to kill? Let alone someone who couldn't be killed?! This wasn't what he was like? Is this how he wanted to spend the rest of his life?! Draco took a step back to steady himself, his mind racing speeding in circles making it unbearable to stare straight. I can't do this! I can't... I can't. Draco raised slowly his head to Voldemort, whose piercing eyes seized his own. Draco shakily composed himself and scrapped back what he could of the mask of composure he usually wore around the death eaters. His heart pounded, it throbbed almost painfully, and his head ached.

"Well..." Voldemort said tapping his fingers together clearly losing patience with Draco's antics, He gestured to Draco for him to speak.

"I, I... I can't do it" Draco unsteadily managed to say. But then curling his hands into fists and gathering all the confidence and self will he could he said stronger "No, I won't do it". The room seemed to drop in temperature with Draco's words. Narcissa's breaths getting shorter and quicker in fear for her son, she just prayed to the gods that he will live through this.

Voldemort's eyes blazed with fury, he reached into his draped, dark cloth whipping out his wand. How dare his followers disobey him! Let alone a mere teenager.

"Crucio!" He uttered with rage coating each syllable.

Draco dropped to the floor almost instantly, his legs unable to focus on remaining upright. He felt a sharp white pain engulf him, his bones and insides seemed to burn and hum from within. He writhed on the floor, eyes clamped shut, Teeth grinding together to help bear with the extreme pain overwhelming him and his senses. The intensity seem to rise, a scream clawed its way out of his throat and ripped into the air, leaving him breathless. And his chest tightening, he felt himself convulsing over the floor back arching with each wave of pain. The pain the faded and seeped out of him, leaving him with a dull ache sprawled out on the floor exhausted. He saw Voldemort standing over him raising his wand.

"Reconsider"

Regaining his breath he locked eyes with Voldemort,

"No" Draco stated boldly.

Voldemort raised his wand against Draco again, this time with more concentration and malice.

"CRUCIO!" Voldemort sneered

Draco gripped his head feeling as if it was breaking open, which was he was surprised to find was still intact, grunting and moaning from the unbearable agony. His Head felt like it was splitting the heat burned and raged in his skull. Bang! Bang! Bang! He gasped as he felt a wave of pressure reverberating and filling his head to which he let out a raspy scream that seemed to last for ages. His bones splintered and broke, the re broke. Causing his to grind his teeth, sweat dripping of his forehead. The pain again drifting away from him, but a stinging sensation and ache seemed to stay. Voldemort grabbed his blond hair and pulled him closer to his face, Draco winced in pain.

"Last chance Malfoy" spat Voldemort his lips moulding into a venomous snarl.

Draco mustered all the strength he had left, and with his signature smirk breathed "never" if he was going to die he was going to die on his own terms. 'And what better way to go by infuriating the most feared wizard in the world' Draco thought his inner voice sarcasm lacing his words. Voldemort slammed Draco's head to the ground, creating an excruciating shock which shook his head till he felt sick. Nauseated he tried to lift himself up but his arms held near to no strength, sending him painfully crashing back to the tiled floor. Unknown to Draco as he fell, Voldemort had raised his wand to finish him off; but his mother had run across the room and was now right behind him. He felt delicate hands grab him and swing him across the floor spiralling he turned and saw his mother look at him with tears in her eyes, her cheeks damp from tears caused by the torture Draco was put through. 'I love you' she mouthed; his heart lurched, and dropped straight through his stomach.

"NOOOO!" Draco screamed barely audible in his damaged voice, he vaguely heard the killing curse shouted across the room, a green light rocket across the room and hit his mother flinging her backwards. She dropped to the floor like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Draco knew she was gone before she hit the floor, his cheeks wet and tears flowing uncontrollably down his face.

"No..." he whispered

Bellatrix let out a howl at the sight of her sister sprawled out on the floor, she rushed to her side screaming her name "Cissy! CISSY!"

Her eyes wide and wild as she shook her sister's empty shell. Snape stood in shock; she was gone in just two seconds flat. Voldemort himself look slightly rattled after all Narcissa was the woman that was kind to everyone and who though never really supported her family's choices in following the dark lord; she stuck with them throughout it all.

Draco scrambled off the floor and used everyone's shock as a distraction, banging into the wall and using it as support; he hurriedly stumbled through the corridors. He wiped his cheeks with the back of his arm and used the chance his mother gave him when she sacrificed herself to save him. She shouldn't be gone! I should be the one who was hit by that curse! he thought, and it was his fault! It was his fault that she was gone. He never should have gone to that meeting maybe she might be alive now if he hadn't.

His thoughts were disrupted by the sound of clambering feet belonging to the group of death eaters chasing after him, now wasn't the time for self pity he could do that later now he needed to escape. He ran as fast as he could in his state. One death eater was faster than the others. He furiously rounded the corner and quickly caught up to Draco. The death eater grabbed his coat and pulled him to the ground, the death eater slashed his wand in the air "Lacero!" slicing away at Draco chest area.

Draco grimaced but stayed silent, grabbing to his cut chest. Blood already beginning to dye his shirt red, seeping through his wound. Kicking the deather eaters leg from under him, he then scrambled up and away from him.

"Petrificus Totalus!"Draco shouted flinging his arm behind him and successfully encasing the death eater in his body binding curse. Draco took off though stumbling and struggling to keep himself upright he made it to a fireplace. Knowing that Voldemort cannot be traced by the ministry let alone can he trace his own floo network, he stepped into the fireplace throwing down the powder and barely gasped out "Malfoy manor" but through the flames he could see a group of death eaters racing towards it. Draco let out a relived smile because he knew that before they could reach it he was already gone.

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