Love or Duty?
Disclaimer: I'm not, have not been, and will never be J.K. Rowling. Therefore only the plot belongs to me, not the characters or places.
Chapter 1: The Initiation
"Do you understand your assignment?" The cold voice of Lord Voldemort asked.
"Yes, My Lord." Draco Malfoy's voice had a slight tremor in it from the trials that he had just faced. But he had overcome the tests, and now knelt before Lord Voldemort, about to become one of the elite, a Death Eater.
"Excellent. Now, remember that you must infiltrate Harry Potter's inner circle by any means necessary," Voldemort said, "This is absolutely crucial to the success of our mission."
"I understand, My Lord,"
"Then rise, newest of my Death Eaters, and take great care not to disappoint me."
"You will find no fault with me, Lord Voldemort." Malfoy reflected that it felt good to be able to say the Lord's name in the respectful tone that it deserved. As he left Voldemort's presence, he found his father waiting for him.
"Are you ready my son?" Lucius Malfoy asked.
"Yes, Father."
"Good. We must finish getting you ready for Hogwarts tonight. As a head boy, you should be punctual for the train tomorrow." The two of them left the secluded castle in silence, each thinking about the future. Lucius worried that despite his careful instructions, Draco might not be ready for the challenges that lay ahead. His doubts were shared by his son, who wondered if Lord Voldemort might not need a talented actor, rather than a powerful (if young) wizard, to carry out this task. This is going to be difficult. There's no way that mudblood will ever believe that I'm being sincere.