A:N well I finally finished reading HP & OOTP and all I have to say is wow!
It was undiscribable I'd say what some of my favortie parts were but I
don't want to spoil anything, however I suggest you read that before
reading my fic because my fic is a 6th year fic. Please R/R!!!
Disclaimer: I Own nothing of the Harry Potter Universe because if I did I would be swimming in a pool of Jell-O at the moment, and I'm only borrowing them for my pleasure, I promise to return them (although they may not be in mint condition...)
Harry Potter and the ? The Prologue : of Initiations and Injuries
It was a blustery windswept night and the weather outside matched the mood inside Malfoy Manor perfectly. Inside the hallowed sitting room the Dark Lord was addressing his most trusted Death Eaters, and he was very angry.
"How could you fail me!", he screamed to the Death Eaters who had escaped from the Mystery Department at the Ministry of Magic, the night before.
"Crucio!", he coutinued, as all the masked men in the room fell to the hard oak floor twitching in pian.
With a creak, the door slid open and in walked a pale blond youth of 15. He approached the Dark Lord before bowing and kissing the hem of his robes.
"Ah, Draco", Lord Voldermort stated with a sadistic smile, "are you ready for the initiation ?"
"Yes, my Lord, I'm ready to pay penance for the deeds of my father", responded Draco.
"Very well then, Crucio", exclaimed Voldermort and even though he was under the pain of the dark lord's crucatuis curse Draco did not waiver in his kneel.
When the dark lord thought that Draco had had enough he lazily lifted his wand and Draco knelled there with a grim smile on his face.
"Excellent job young Malfoy, you are the first Death Eater in my new reign not to quiver upon your initiation" praised Lord Voldermort.
"Thank You Master, I will do whatever you want me to do to help get rid of Potter" replied Draco.
"Don't worry about young Potter Mr. Malfoy, I have greater plans for you.", Continued the dark lord.
"Draco, do you want to be one of the most loyal death eaters ever, one who will be remembered for what he has done?", questioned Voldermort
"Of course, my lord" Draco responded.
"Excellent", replied Voldermort, "substantia comprehen!", bellowed Voldermot and at first it looked like nothing had occurred but several seconds later the smell of burnt flesh filled everyone's nostrils and when Draco looked down at his hands he noticed they were raw and shinny.
"What did you do to my beautiful Malfoy hands?", asked Draco
"Don't worry about your hands", responded Lord Voldermort, "a simple glamour charm will cure that" and with that the Dark Lord put a glamour charm on draco's hands.
Little did Draco know that his raw hands were the least of his problems...
A:N see the little box in the corner? It wants you to click and review... now go and do my reviewing! Plash ricrem
Disclaimer: I Own nothing of the Harry Potter Universe because if I did I would be swimming in a pool of Jell-O at the moment, and I'm only borrowing them for my pleasure, I promise to return them (although they may not be in mint condition...)
Harry Potter and the ? The Prologue : of Initiations and Injuries
It was a blustery windswept night and the weather outside matched the mood inside Malfoy Manor perfectly. Inside the hallowed sitting room the Dark Lord was addressing his most trusted Death Eaters, and he was very angry.
"How could you fail me!", he screamed to the Death Eaters who had escaped from the Mystery Department at the Ministry of Magic, the night before.
"Crucio!", he coutinued, as all the masked men in the room fell to the hard oak floor twitching in pian.
With a creak, the door slid open and in walked a pale blond youth of 15. He approached the Dark Lord before bowing and kissing the hem of his robes.
"Ah, Draco", Lord Voldermort stated with a sadistic smile, "are you ready for the initiation ?"
"Yes, my Lord, I'm ready to pay penance for the deeds of my father", responded Draco.
"Very well then, Crucio", exclaimed Voldermort and even though he was under the pain of the dark lord's crucatuis curse Draco did not waiver in his kneel.
When the dark lord thought that Draco had had enough he lazily lifted his wand and Draco knelled there with a grim smile on his face.
"Excellent job young Malfoy, you are the first Death Eater in my new reign not to quiver upon your initiation" praised Lord Voldermort.
"Thank You Master, I will do whatever you want me to do to help get rid of Potter" replied Draco.
"Don't worry about young Potter Mr. Malfoy, I have greater plans for you.", Continued the dark lord.
"Draco, do you want to be one of the most loyal death eaters ever, one who will be remembered for what he has done?", questioned Voldermort
"Of course, my lord" Draco responded.
"Excellent", replied Voldermort, "substantia comprehen!", bellowed Voldermot and at first it looked like nothing had occurred but several seconds later the smell of burnt flesh filled everyone's nostrils and when Draco looked down at his hands he noticed they were raw and shinny.
"What did you do to my beautiful Malfoy hands?", asked Draco
"Don't worry about your hands", responded Lord Voldermort, "a simple glamour charm will cure that" and with that the Dark Lord put a glamour charm on draco's hands.
Little did Draco know that his raw hands were the least of his problems...
A:N see the little box in the corner? It wants you to click and review... now go and do my reviewing! Plash ricrem