Lucius Malfoy is sitting at his desk as he has been all day. "Draco!" he
bellows, his voice echoing through the manor. The tall, blonde boy, almost
a man, arrives at the door. "Yes, sir?" He asks, slightly disheveled and
winded.
"My dear boy, you weren't sleeping, were you?" he asks in an oily manner, rage flickering in his eyes. He slides from behind his desk saunters over to his son. He grabs the boy roughly by the back of the neck and walks him to a chair. Pushing him down, he calmly sits back down. Lucius leans back in his chair and steeples his hands in front of his chin in thought.
"Draco," he sighs, "I don't feel you are as dedicated to the cause as you should be." He examined his son's face, looking for something. "You know, of course, that the war is coming. The great battle, and you have done nothing this summer. You are gone all day, and when you are home. If I didn't know better, I would think you had lost faith in Lord Voldemort. He is asking me where your allegiance lies."
The younger Malfoy looked at his father, determination in his eyes. "Yes, sir. I am a faithful follower of the Dark Lord, and also to my family. I have been preparing myself for this moment and am ready should my service be needed." He stared into his father's eyes and thought, If only you knew.
Lucius smiled, it was an unnerving sight. "That's all I needed to hear. There is a job for you, this year at Hogwarts. If you are successful, you will be greatly rewarded. Failure, "He gazed out to the night, "will be punished severely."
"What do I need to do, sir?" Draco asked, leaning forward slightly. To that he father turned toward him and smiled.
"My dear boy, you weren't sleeping, were you?" he asks in an oily manner, rage flickering in his eyes. He slides from behind his desk saunters over to his son. He grabs the boy roughly by the back of the neck and walks him to a chair. Pushing him down, he calmly sits back down. Lucius leans back in his chair and steeples his hands in front of his chin in thought.
"Draco," he sighs, "I don't feel you are as dedicated to the cause as you should be." He examined his son's face, looking for something. "You know, of course, that the war is coming. The great battle, and you have done nothing this summer. You are gone all day, and when you are home. If I didn't know better, I would think you had lost faith in Lord Voldemort. He is asking me where your allegiance lies."
The younger Malfoy looked at his father, determination in his eyes. "Yes, sir. I am a faithful follower of the Dark Lord, and also to my family. I have been preparing myself for this moment and am ready should my service be needed." He stared into his father's eyes and thought, If only you knew.
Lucius smiled, it was an unnerving sight. "That's all I needed to hear. There is a job for you, this year at Hogwarts. If you are successful, you will be greatly rewarded. Failure, "He gazed out to the night, "will be punished severely."
"What do I need to do, sir?" Draco asked, leaning forward slightly. To that he father turned toward him and smiled.