A/N: From Voldemort's perspective, Draco's initiation.
If You Dare Challenge - #56 (Magnifying glass)
Are You Crazy Enough To Do It Challenge - #235 (suspense)
Character Trait Boot Camp - #26 (manipulative)
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For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen. The boy only stood with his mouth open, his face paler than Voldemort had ever seen. "Well?" said the female Lestrange, giving her nephew a glare. "The Dark Lord awaits your answer."
"Quiet, Bellatrix," Voldemort hissed. "Draco?"
The boy's mouth was still gaping. The entire conversation clearly was mind-boggling to him.
"Draco," said the boy's father, grasping his shoulder. He visibly flinched. "Draco, tell him you'll do it."
Voldemort liked watching them squirm, like ants under the heat of a magnifying glass. He held the boy's mother in a death grip with his wand.
"Mother," whispered the boy.
The woman replied only with gargles and gasps.
"What say you, Draco?" he muttered, utterly calm. "Are you ready to become one of the most powerful men in the world?" He considered the initiation ritual to be much like signing a contract. The wand was the ballpoint pen, and the arm was the packet of papers hastily stapled together.
Now, he would have yet another fine specimen in his ant farm.
Another ant to burn to death beneath the unbearable heat of the sun.
He grinned as the boy nodded, tears streaming down his ugly, pathetic little face.
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