Harry Potter is owned by JK Rowling! I own nothing, I am not making profit of this! I'm just borrowing the plot and twisting some of my ideas in. Having fun, ya'know. I have no beta, any mistakes are mine.. and sorry for any mistakes you find! Say them in the review slot, and I'll fix them. :) And there might be a lot, I'm not sure, I speed-type and multitask while writing, so yeah.. Draco paced back and forth a hole in the Common-room's floor. Tonight was the night, soon everyone would be here, and by then Professor Dumbledore would have to be dead, he swallowed the lump in his throat, and wiped his eyes. He hadn't slept a full night since he came to school, he was more pale than Snape, his eyes had dark bags under them, he was skinnier from not eating, as if he hadn't had weight problems before, even coming from a wealthy family, he was always thin, now he was skeletal.
Taking a seat on the Common-room couch, he sighed, looking over at the package he had received by owl from his Father.. or Mother, he wasn't sure, it was just signed "M", with the Malfoy crest. To clear his thoughts from everything, he decided to open the package. Pulling the box to his lap, he ripped it open, pulling the contents out, a rather small bottle of Ogden's Firewhiskey, and bloody hell, a Chocolate Frog. He smiled to himself, the first time smiling in months probably. He knew it was from his Mum, his Da never really understood a kid needs candy.
As he opened the frog, catching it at its first and only jump, he took a bite of a leg, and poured himself a shot of the Firewhiskey, it was then he spotted a note which dropped to the floor from the box, he picked it up and opened it, reading it aloud, since he knew everybody in the Dorm were either asleep, or in their beds at the very least, not able to hear.
"Draco,
I know what you must do tonight, even though the Dark Lord forbid us to speak of it, I just wanted to write to you to tell you, I love you, dear, and I know you feel or felt the need to follow in your Father's and Grand-father's foot-steps, and that if you don't, you won't be a "real" Malfoy, but I wanted you to know, that I will always love you, and even if you do not complete your "mission" tonight, even if your Father is against it, I will never allow anything bad to happen to you, anything. Now Draco, dear, I sent you some Firewhiskey, your first shot, or it better be, mister, and a chocolate frog. For nerves, it helped your Father on his first "mission", can you imagine it? Your Father chasing after a Chocolate Frog because he didn't know it jumped, well, good luck, dear.
N.M"
He smiled as he finished the letter, surprised his Mum had made him laugh and shed a tear of happiness? From a letter, he placed the letter on the table, as it burned so nobody other than himself could read it, then took the shot of firewhiskey, wrinkling his nose as it burned his throat. "Alright, time to go, I guess.." he said, looking up at the time, he knew where Dumbledore was, the Astronomy Tower, he stood up and ate the reminder of his chocolate frog, walking out of the Common-room to complete as his Mother called it, his "mission".