"I'm just not me anymore!" Draco Malfoy said, looking down at his feet.

"Son," Lucius Malfoy said, grabbing Draco's back. "Get a hold of yourself! You're going to be a Death Eater!"

"No father! I won't! I can't," Draco got out of his father's reach.

"Draco you will do what I say!" Lucius grabbed his wand.

Draco backed away "No father. I've told you again and again. I will NOT be a Death Eater!"

Lucius looked extremely unhappy.

"What's going on here?" Bellatrix yelled.

"Draco says he doesn't want to be a Death Eater!" Lucius yelled, throwing the nearest thing, a chair, at Draco. Draco fell onto the ground.

"Shut up father! I don't want to do this anymore!" Draco screamed. He grabbed the chair and threw it back at his father, but missed.

"You're not my son!" his father yelled.

"I'm not! I don't want to be! Who would want to be a son of a Death Eater? NO ONE," Draco yelled, he was turning bright red, sweat going down his face.

"That's it!" Lucius pointed his wand at his son. "Imperio!" He yelled. Now he had total control over his son, Draco.

"Stop it!" Draco yelled, floating up. His head crashed into the wall, blood everywhere.

"You will be a Death Eater!" Lucius yelled, moving his wand up and down, moving Draco up and down, making him barf.

"No!" Draco yelled, in pain and dizzy.

"You have until after this Hogwarts year to chose to be a Death Eater," Lucius said. "Okay son?"

"Okay! Let me down!" Draco cried.

But Lucius made one more thing before he let his son down. He smashed him against the back door, which was made of glass.

Draco screamed in pain, crying and barfing.

That night Draco cried himself to sleep. He didn't want to be a Death Eater. Draco had no idea what to do when Hogwarts ended. He thought about his friends. What would happen?

In the morning Draco got up early, he had a hard time sleeping. His father was stressing him out. Draco jumped down the stairs and asked his house-elf, Lighty, for some breakfast.

"Okay," Lighty scrambled to make some eggs. "Lighty what day is today?" Draco asked.

"Sir, have you forgotten?" Today is the day you go back to Hogwarts!" Lighty exclaimed, bringing him his breakfast.

"I've forgotten to pack-"

"I have packed everything for you last night, Sir-"

"Just call me Draco," he said, picking a piece of bacon up.

"Draco. Need anything else?" Lighty asked.

"Draco will not need anything else," Draco's father said, hitting Lighty with a book. "You must call him SIR!"

"But Master-"

"No buts!" Light was crying.

"C'mon! Seriously, does it kill you to be nice in a while?" Draco asked rudely.

"Does it kill you to be smart?" Lucius asked, angrily.

"Shut up father!" Draco yelled. His father threw his cane at Draco. Draco closed his eyes and could see nothing but black.

"Where the hell are we?" Draco said, waking up. He looked around, out the window. He knew where he was at, Hogwarts Express. His head hurt and he couldn't remember anything before or after he got hit.

Just then the train stopped. Draco looked at his watch, it was already 5 PM. He grabbed his luggage and went off the train silently. He could see everyone staring at him.

"Malfoy, you're going to be very alone this year!" Ron Weasley laughed.

"Why?" Draco asked. He could feel a lot of eyes staring at him.

"Haven't you heard?" Harry Potter whispered, "Not much people are coming this year, they say there might be a WAR! Your friends, Crabbe and Goyle stayed home! Not a lot of people are here! No first years...."

Draco was sick to his stomach. He was tired of all this dark magic. He didn't even know who to be friends with anymore.

A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for the short chapter! I'm keeping them short for a while! Haha, please review! :)