Draco sunk into the green,velvet armchair of the Slytherin common room. He was exhausted from the train ride and his run in with Harry, Ron and Hermione at Borgin and Burkes. "It's good to be back!" grumbled Crabe stumberling in, his face stuffed with cake. "It sure is." sighed Draco. He closed his eyes and yawned. "So, how was your 'oliday?" asked Crabe. "Erm.. Okay, I suppose." murmered Draco, "I think I might turn in early." He got up, made sure his sleeves covered his arms and headed to his dorm.

"Lucius Malfoy, you failed me." came the cold, sharp whisper of a cloaked figure. "No, no master." begged Lucius. Draco could see but it was like looking through a film everything was blurred and mother was aheilding him but also crying. His father was on his knees in front of his figure. "You are important to me,
so I won't you." whispered the man. "Thank you Dark Lord, sir." Lucius bowed his head. "But your son on the otherhand, that would teach you all a lesson." Voldemort turned to Draco "Fenrier!" "No please no!" shouted Lucius. His mother's grip tightened round his wrist. "No!" she screamed "Not my son!" Draco's heart skipped a beat.
Suddenly, Febrier jumped forward push Narcissa out the way and sunk his teeth into Draco's left arm. "Ahhh!"
Draco sat bolt upright in bed dripping with sweat...