Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter, books or movie. I think I kinda own the plot of this story, sort of...

Author's Note- Hello all of you wonderful people who clicked on the title of this story and is reading this right now. If you haven't read the fifth book yet then the prophecy part might not make sense. That part isn't in this chapter though. Anyway, I would just like to tell you all that the first chapter is a little bit short, I know that. The chapters will get longer as the story continues. I just thought that this is a good first chapter, short and to the point. Sort of... anyway this is kind of like a prologue, except that it is not a prologue, it is the first chapter. Is anyone confused now? You should be! Anyway, some of the characters are a little out of character, that is not because I am a bad writer... well I am a bad writer, but I had to change some of the characters a little bit. Not really in this chapter, but in later chapters you will know what I'm talking about.

Anyone who didn't understand a word of that, don't worry. That's just me being crazy. This is the actual story, enjoy! I hope you do!

FOLLOW THE LEADER

Chapter 1- In his Father's Footsteps

A cloaked figure snuck almost silently around the back street building of Mayor Town in the middle of night. He did not stop unless it was to check if he was being followed, or to hide from the few people who were still outside on this black, cloudy night. His cloak covered his face and hung down to his feet. As he edged along the deserted street the cloak swayed with his movement. He stopped walking suddenly and then disappeared. To anyone who had been watching him it would have seemed as if he had vanished into thin air. He had in fact cleverly let himself into a door on the side of the building. As he walked into the room he found that everyone else was already there.

"A bit late there then, not a very good sign on your first day, is it?"

The voice was enough to give anyone an excuse to run away, but the clocked figure turned slowly to see Voldemort sitting majestically on a chair, all his most trustworthy Death Eaters, circling him. "Lucius was always here on time..."

Draco felt himself shaking, hoping that The Dark Lord would not think he was unworthy. After a few moments of silence he realized that it was his turn to speak. "I am sorry sir; I have not had my apparating test yet. It has only been a year since I finished school. I had to sneak through the streets..."

"Not making excuses are we?" Voldemort interrupted cruelly.

Draco shook his head quickly, hoping again that Voldemort might be feeling generous today. After a few minutes it was clear that he wasn't going to be punished.

Voldemort looked him up and down as if deciding if he would do. "You know why you're here, don't you?"

"Yes, Lord." Draco answered quickly.

"Good, hopefully you will become as useful as Lucius, over time. If only Azkaban hadn't killed him. He was one of the best." Voldemort trailed off aimlessly.

Draco stood there uncomfortably, not entirely sure if he was supposed to speak, he decided to keep silent.

"Well, anyway," The Dark Lord began talking again "You have chosen to become a Death Eater. To follow your father's footsteps, you could say." Voldemort laughed cruelly. The other Death Eaters joined in. Draco stood where he was, silently. As the laughter died away Voldemort continued. "You know what it means to be a Death Eater. No one can know that you are one, except other Death Eaters. When you feel the Dark Mark on your arm you must apparate and get to me as soon as you can, oh, wait, you can't apparate." Voldemorts smile widened. "I suppose you'll just have to run along to the street and try to find me." He laughed again, and again was joined the other Death Eaters.

Draco was beginning to think he had made a mistake, coming here. He was easily the youngest of the lot. But he just kept telling himself that The Dark Lord is testing him. He's just testing me...

Voldemort motioned one his Death eaters forward. He was holding a small cauldron and some sort of hot poker that you use for the fire. Draco stared at him, scared. The expression must have shown on his face because Voldemort said, "Not scared are you, all the Death Eaters must have the Dark Mark."

"I'm not scared." Draco stuttered softly. Voldemort's eyes twinkled with cruelty and he ordered the Death Eater forward. The Death Eater put the poker into the substance in the cauldron and then motioned for Draco to lift up his cloak. He did as was asked and turned his face away just as the hot poker contacted is skin. The only thing keeping him from crying out loud was the fact that Voldemort was watching him. He couldn't let Voldemort think that he was weak, he wasn't, and he knew he wasn't.

A few minutes after the Dark Mark had been put on his skin he turned his face back to Voldemort. Voldemort nodded at him. "When I need you, I will call you. If you find information for me, then tell me, you know where I'll be. I hear that you are working at the ministry of Magic. Well that's a very good place to get information from..." Voldemort fell silent and Draco knew that it was his time to leave. He opened the door and slipped quickly outside before closing it again. He was finally what his father had always wanted him to be. He was finally on the winning side of this war, and he was finally going to get revenge on Harry Potter.

-------------- How was that for a first chapter? Good? Bad? Anyway, whatever it was please review. Just remember that this is only the first chapter. Not that much has happened yet. This was mostly like an introduction. Bye everyone!