I woke up to the sound of someone moving around. Freaking out, I shot up and looked around. It was dark and everything was done in black and green.
"Draco?" Someone asked. "Are you okay?"
"Um, yeah," I said, not thinking much. "Bad dream."
"Okay."
I looked at the boy as he got ready, trying to figure out who he was. After a minute, I realized he had to be Blaise Zabini. I tried to guess what year we were in, but I came up with nothing. I wondered if I could talk to Dumbledore…no that wouldn't work.
Groaning, I got up and started to get ready. When I took off the top, I saw the Dark Mark on my arm. Fearful, I covered it back up and looked at the other kids. Zabini was tying his shoes, while Crabbe and Goyle was asleep. I wonder if it was my job to wake them.
"See you later, Malfoy."
"See you."
Zabini left and I quickly got dressed, trying not to look at the Mark. It kind of reminded me of Dean and the Mark of Cain. Marks of Evil. After getting dressed, I threw a pillow at one of the boys.
"Hmm," He groaned. "Malfoy? Goyle?"
So that was Crabbe.
"Wake up. We are running late."
The boys were surprisingly quick in getting dressed. We made it down to the Great Hall. When we walked in, I paused. It was huge and beautiful and…I was supposed to have already seen it. Shaking my head, I continued walking. I found Zabini and I sat down near him. Crabbe and Goyle sat next to me and started eating quickly. I put some food on my plate, but I didn't eat it. Instead, I looked around and I saw messy black hair, red hair, and bushy hair. So, they were the Golden Trio. I stared at them for a while thinking of everything they had gone through and everything they were going to go through. It was sad and I wished there was something I could go.
Suddenly, Harry looked up and met my eyes. His were deep and bright green and filled with resentment. After a beat, I sneered back at him and looked up. That brought me to a few questions. Why was I Malfoy? What year was it? What was my mission? All of this was scary and dangerous. I didn't know that many spells and I definitely couldn't perform magic. What were they thinking? Wait, does that mean I have to defeat Voldemort? Oh, great.
"Are you okay? You look green," Zabini said, smiling sickly.
"Of course. It's just…the Mudbloods and Traitors in this school sicken me," I said, sneering and hoping that was convincing.
"Yeah. Let's get out of here."
The four of us stood up and headed back to the common room. There we sat down and it was silent for a long time. It felt awkward and tense, making me uncomfortable.
"Malfoy?" Zabini said.
"Yes."
"Um, I'm sorry to hear that your father was imprisoned."
I didn't know how I was supposed to respond. I wasn't him and I didn't have a father. I just turned my head and glared at him. Would Draco do that?
"But," Zabini kept going. "You got the Dark Mark now. And your father should be getting help soon."
"Yes, he will."
"And the Dark Lord has given you a mission?"
"Don't you know what it is?" I asked, getting a feel on what he knows.
"No. No one has told me-."
"Then, you aren't supposed to know," I stood up and grabbed my bag.
I stomped off and saw some Gryffindors walking. I decided to follow them and it was a good thing I did, because they were heading to class. Nervous, I sat down and tapped my fingers on the desk. This wasn't going to go well.
