All Draco Malfoy wanted to do was survive.
Unfortunately for him, it seemed the Dark Lord had other ideas. Ever since his Father had botched the mission at the Ministry, not only failing to retrieve the prophecy, but getting himself arrested and imprisoned in Azkaban as well, Draco had been forced to take his place as a Death Eater.
At first, it seemed like a honor, being chosen to become a Death Eater, finally being given the chance to prove to his Father that he was worthy of being a Malfoy. It was everything Draco had ever hoped to achieve. And then, he had been given his first mission.
Kill Albus Dumbledore, or be killed. This was proving to be a problem as Draco was not a killer. He didn't have the stomach for it, and he did not want to be the one to end his Headmaster. Not that he had a choice.
Draco peered over his shoulder one last time before ducking into one of the most famous black magic stores in Knockturn Alley. He could not be seen going in here. Not for what he had in mind. He was here to buy a murder weapon.
The bell over the door jingled announcing his arrival, and after a quick scan to ensure he was alone in the small store, he quickly turned the lock over the door and closed the shutters. He would take no chances.
"Ahhh.. young Master Malfoy" Borgin said, his yellow eyes gleaming in the dim light of the store. "What a pleasure to see you today"
"I'm here to buy something Borgin, and I don't want you to mention it to anyone". Draco pulled a small coin bag from his robes, laying several galleons on the dirty counter. "I'm willing to pay you well for your silence"
Borgin regarded the boy, his greed overwhelming his curiosity as he slipped the coins into his own robes.
"Your secrets are safe with me Master Malfoy" Borgin said with a nod, "What is it you wish to purchase from my humble store?"
"I wish to purchase that necklace" Draco said, pointing to wear the opal and silver necklace gleamed inside its glass case.
"You know that necklace is cursed my boy!" Borgin said, his surprise ringing out in the small store. "One touch of it would be deadly"
"That's the point you old fool" Draco said, ripping the sleeve of his robe up to reveal his dark mark. "And unless you want it to be you, I'd fetch it for me now and remember your promise to hold your tongue"
"Of course" Borgin said, bowing low to the ground in an effort to hide his disgust. "Anything you say"
Draco tapped his foot impatiently as Borgin slipped on a pair of gloves in order to safely remove the necklace and wrap it in heavy brown paper. "Be sure not to touch anything but the wrapper" he told Draco as the exchange was made. "Or it will be you laying dead"
Draco nodded stiffly before turning on his heel and striding out. He had a plan. He would not fail.