Disclaimer: Don't own HP.

Just a little thought that passed through my mind and decided to write it down.

Enjoy.


Naricissa Malfoy hurried through the dark halls of Malfoy Manor, her son Draco right behind her.

"Mother," Draco whispered. "Why did the Dark Lord summon us? Is it because of Father?"

Naricissa shot him a look. "I'm not sure Draco. I'm sure it is, but it might be about something else…" Her voice drifted off when they reached a set of large black doors. Two masked Death Eaters stood guard.

"I am here to see the Dark Lord," Naricissa said, straightening her robes. "We, my son and I, were summoned."

The guards exchanged looks, and then opened the door.

"My lord, Naricissa Malfoy is here to see you, along with Draco."

"Ah," came a high pitched whisper. "Yes, bring them in."

The guard on the left beckoned Narcissa forth and into the drawing room. With a muttered, "Good luck," the door was slammed shut and they were alone with the Dark Lord.

Voldemort rose from his chair at the head of the table. The firelight danced across his red eyes and off his hairless head. "Draco, Naricissa, o sit down," he said softly, his thin lips stretching in a smile. "Tea?"

"No thank you my lord," Naricissa whispered.

Voldemort gave a dry chuckle. "Smart girl." Folding his long hands in front of his, he smiles at the Malfoys, who had taken their seats on his left. His eyes scanned the two of them before he said abruptly, "How old are you Draco?"

"Si-sixteen, My Lord," Draco stammered, voice barely audible.

"Good, very good," Voldemort said, lips twisting in a sneer. "Well Draco, in Lucius's…absence, I have a job for you."

Naricissa's head shot up. "What?" She whispered, desperately trying to not scream in panic.

Voldemort smiled. "A job, Naricissa. For your son."

Draco frowned. "A job? For me? Why me?"

"I do believe you have the same, ah, courageous qualities as your father, Voldemort said silkily.

"What's the job?" Naricissa demanded, horror growing inside her.

Voldemort looked coldly at her for a moment and then said, "Leave us, Naricissa."

Trembling, Naricissa rose, eyes not leaving Draco's terrified face. She stumbled from the table and out the door. Fumbling for the wall, a chair, anything to hold, her hands found the cold stone wall and she collapsed. She slid down to the floor, tears streaming for her face.

My son, my little baby boy, she screamed in her head. Why him? Why my baby?

Raised voices could be heard from inside the dining hall. Then, a scream, a boy's scream, pierced the night.

"NO!" Naricissa screamed, throwing herself at the doors. She pounded her fist against in a desperate attempt to track her son. Then, the door opened.

There stood Draco. Pale faced and sweaty, but alive. Narcissa reached out with a sob to embrace him, but froze when she caught sight of the ugly black tattoo on Draco's left forearm. A black skull with a snake protruding from its mouth. The Dark Mark.

"I get to kill Albus Dumbledore," Draco said in a dazed voice. "I get to be the one to kill him..." Eyes blank, he walked way, leaving his horrified mother behind.

Kill Albus Dumbledore? She thought. Why? Anyone who tries fails and dies- The truth hit her. He'll die. Draco-he'll die!

With a shriek she threw herself upon the ground in agony.

"He's just a boy!" She sobbed. "My boy! My baby boy!"

Inside the dining hall, The Dark Lord sat, listening to the shrieks of a woman screaming for her son.

But Lord Voldemort did not care if Draco died.

After all, he was just a boy.