A/N: I know it's short, but it is only the prologue! Hope it's alright!
also, yes i know this isn't at all what happens in the books but it's a fanfic for a reason. i only change it to be relevant to the story later on :) enjoy!

Prologue

"Draco" Lucius hissed at his son's vacant, frightened, expression. Draco's lip trembled slightly, but he held back tears, crying in front of Lord Voldemort was most likely highly frowned upon. Lip trembling, he looked to his father "suck it up, the ritual is finished" Draco slowly looked down at the inside of his left arm, there, lay a mark like none-other, there imprinted to his arm, was the dark mark. Draco winced slightly, but instead of showing his regret and pain, he shot his shoulders back and lifted his chin proudly.

"Ah Draco" said Voldemort walking towards the Malfoys "you are a very brave young man" Draco only stared into the dark eyes of the man before him, unsure of what to say, or do.

"Th-thanks" he finally sputtered quickly, Voldemort grinned darkly in return

"Yes, very brave indeed, which is why I have chosen you for a… special task" said the man circling Draco, forcing his father who stood next to Draco to move to the side, and his mother, Narcissa, who stood behind him with a firm, comforting hand on his right shoulder, to move back.

"Task?" asked Lucius in a whisper

"Yes" snapped the dark lord "Draco... you will perform this mission for me, won't you?" Draco swallowed a hard lump in his throat; it really depended on what it was.

"Please my lord, what must Draco do?" asked Narcissa sensing her son's uneasiness. Voldemort stopped in front of Draco taking a few steps back, so he could look at the whole Malfoy family.

"Draco must kill the Hogwart's Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore" he said with no problem, as if he were asking Draco to do something as easy as plucking a leaf from a low tree branch, but this was no low tree branch, this was like plucking a leaf from the highest branch of the deadly womping willow. Draco turned to face his mum and dad. His father stared ahead, not daring to look to his son, and his mother looked straight at him with a worried expression. Draco turned back to the dark lord, whose eyes now looked deep into Draco's, as if staring into the very pits of his soul.

"Please, ma lord-" began Narcissa

"Silence" he hissed "you will do this for me won't you Draco" still he didn't speak, his bottom lip only trembled slightly, but he fought to keep his confident posture. His jaw was clenched together tight, even if he wanted to speak, he couldn't think it possible. "Allow me to put it this way" began the dark lord "fail to end the life of Albus Dumbledore, and I shall end yours" Draco's eyes widened, as did Narcissa's and even Lucius'. Draco flinched and shook slightly in terror, Lucius went to open his mouth in plead when Draco found consciousness to speak

"Alright" everyone stood stunned at the boy's words "alright I'll do it" he still held the heavy frown and felt as though he were going to gag, but this made him feel important, this made him feel worth something.

Voldemort smiled darkly "excellent Draco. It must happen before the end of the school year, I have large plans for Harry Potter" he spat his name with a revolted expression "once Dumbledore has died" the death eaters who Draco had barely noticed during this conversation all snickered, Bellatrix Lestrange snickered loudest with a high squeaking tone. "I dare say, we have already won this war" there were more snickers.

Draco felt his mother's hand on his shoulder again, as she guided him away from the lot and towards the hall, they had been in Malfoy Manor, but to Draco at that moment, it felt nothing like home.

"It's going to be alright," whispered Narcissa squeezing his shoulder gently.

Draco was in deep thought. The war was amongst them… it wouldn't be long until everything fell apart, it wouldn't be long until he was forced to fight on the dark side and watch his fellow classmates die before him. He never thought it would bother him, but truthfully it did, it forced his stomach to turn and his body to shake, terrified of what was to come in the near future.

He thought of Potter, and felt even a bit of pity. He had no idea what was to come; he had no idea he would soon be watching yet even more people he loved die before his eyes. Draco hated he felt pity for Potter, but he did, he felt pity for them all, for the whole school, including those he despised most, "the golden trio". Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and- his mind stopped at that last part. There was going to be a war, and he felt- no, he knew, that if it was all going to end in death, there was one person he needed to fix everything with. He had always lived under the prejudice shadow of his parents, raised to believe some wizards were better then others, raised to believe they were the superior family. He had believed it too for most of his life, but there had always been that one person… who changed his mind, who he grew rather fond of over the last six years.

She had been raised by muggles, and for most of her life believed she was only a regular person, without the slightest thought that she had magical blood, or that magic even existed. She was also the brightest witch of her age, and no doubt probably one of the brightest in the muggle world as well. She was even quite beautiful, and caring, kind, honest, she had all the qualities Draco was raised to believe only pure-bloods could withhold, but she had proven him wrong, he knew his parents would never see it, but now the more he thought of it, the clearer it became.

He hated it and it aggravated him to the core, but it was true. She was muggle-born; she was one of the lot who would die first. Draco bit his lip, he couldn't allow it, he wouldn't allow it, he wouldn't continue on never fixing his mistakes or not telling her his true intentions.

He made up his mind then, he would be as kind as possible to her, no matter how much he was raised to believe it wrong. He would be kind, and gentle to her, no matter how un-natural or even cheesy it felt. He would joke and simply allow it all to flow naturally and he would enjoy it. He smiled to himself lightly, he would try and mend the un-mendable, fix what was broken, and hopefully allow it to grow into something more, if she would let him, and he would have to act fast, the end was closer then they all knew.

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