A 7 year old Draco Malfoy laughed evilly as his Imaginary Friend, Drop Dead Fred, Dropped a water bomb on his father. He knew he would get the blame but it was so funny to watch that right now, Draco didn't really care. "That was funny wasn't it Dragon?" Fred asked grinning. "Yea t'was!" Laughed Draco.
"Draky Dragon, Draky Dragon!" Fred teased.
"Cut it out Fred!" Draco tried to sound cross but he couldn't help laughing. "Now promise me something Dragon!" Fred said seriously.
"What?" Draco asked.
"Never be like them, never be a wretched DeathEater!" Fred Said and Draco agreed straight away. Fred shrunk down to fit into Draco's ring box and he climbed in.
Draco got into so much trouble. "It wasn't me it was Drop Dead Fred!" Cried Draco.
"I've had enough of this Drop Dead Fred character, Where is he?" Lucius snapped, Draco looked at his box and Lucius took it and cursed to stay together. "Ever touch this again Draco and I'm going to burn it!" He snapped, while watching his son cry. "Don't cry you childish boy! Crucio!" Draco cried in pain.
10 years later
"Don't you understand? I have to kill you or he's gonna kill me!" Draco squeaked. He was still holding his dark mark out for Dumbledore to see. He was a deatheater but he wasn't that was what he wanted so he was kind of glad when Snape killed Dumbledore and not him!
A/N: Sorry written in like 10 mins little cheesy