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Voldemort tapped his wand leisurely against the arm of his chair at the head of the table. He watched each of his guests with the eyes of a cat, the identical slits making some of them squirm in their seats, "Lucius," his lips peeled back in a horrifying smile.
"Yes, my lord?" the elder Malfoy jerked and tried to regain his composure without notice.
"We need uplift," he stood, pushing back his chair to stroll about the long room. Nigini curled her way up onto the table, settling herself into a sight ball. "My sources tell me that some of my army is getting bored and I was just thinking maybe you might have an idea to…bring their spirits up."
Lucious glanced at his wife who hid her eyes behind a veil of long, white bangs. She refused to even look at him. "I don't know what you mean, my lord. Any of the Death Eaters and everyone at this table will do anything for you. All you have to do was simply ask."
"Indeed." The dark lord sighed, "Perhaps a pre-celebration, pending my enemies' eminent failure. Draco, what do you suggest?"
Draco looked up at Voldemort, his face a mask of polished stone, "A celebration? Like a party?"
Bellatrix, Draco's sickening aunt, leaned forward in her chair across the table from him, cackling. She pointed her wand at the boy, "You've been saying her name again in your sleep, little nephew, you even scream it sometimes. Maybe we should meet her and have a little fun! Turn her insides out and let-"
"NO!" Draco bellowed, standing so fast that his seat went flying out behind him.
"Calm yourself, Draco, there is no need to be cross with your dear aunt." Voldemort glided on the marble floor to stand behind him. Touching the tip of his wand to Draco's neck, he whispered a curse that sent him to his knees but Draco refused to cry out. He knelt there for a moment and waited for the pain to subside. "Now, who is she talking about?"
When he didn't respond, Voldemort raised his wand once more. Draco's mother quickly stood and blocked his body with her own, "Her name is Sorsha, my lord! She rebuked him in his fourth year at Hogwarts. I believe he's had a secret love for the girl ever since."
"Thank you, Narcissa." The dark lord jeered, "My friends! It seems we have a very special occasion to look forward to and prepare for. Our young Mr. Malfoy has fallen in love." His lip curled at the word. "And we're going to host a wedding."
Voldemort waved his wand and demanded that she sit down while Draco's chair scooted back to him. All eyes turned to watch as the boy sat down, his eyes downcast. The memory of their first meeting already clouding his vision as the dark lord extracted the cord without consent and placed it into his personal pensive to maliciously pick at and mock him.
The table reluctantly joined hands to be sucked into Draco's haunting and painfully unforgettable memory of his fourth year at Hogwarts.