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Malfoy slid open the door of his dormitory and tiptoed out. Silently, he sneaked out of the Slytherine Tower. It was 1 o'clock at night; even Filch had gone to sleep. But what is Malfoy doing outside at this hour of night.
Not far away, a werewolf howled, making the atmosphere eerie and even more silent than before. Malfoy hid his head inside a hood and wandered determinedly into the forest.
The heart of the forest was a huge willow tree, on which the phoenixes lived. But to night, there wasn't a single phoenix tree, where had all they gone. The answer was pretty obvious. Under a tree, stood a man, hooded in black velvet robe decorated with phoenix feather, wearing high heeled, dragon skinned boots. As he turned around, he revealed his fire-red eyes glinting with malice, and a face that resembled a snake's uncannily. Seeing Malfoy, the face made a contorted, evil smirk.
'My Lord,' said Malfoy, half bowing respectfully.
'So, you've decided to follow the path of your father and join us, to let darkness prevail over the world, have you?'
'Yes,' said Malfoy determinedly.
'Very well, then,' said Voldemort, 'I welcome you, to the world of Dark Arts!!! Crucio!' Voldemort suddenly yelled.
As if in slow motion, Malfoy knelt onto the ground, writhing in pain.
'My Lord…my Lord…believe me…I'm loyal…to you. Only YOU!!!' Malfoy struggled to form the words in his mouth. Color was draining from his face. But a second later, the pain ceased, as quickly as it had started. Malfoy struggled to his feet.
'Very well,' said Voldemort, as he began to walk away. 'I'll make sure that your loyalty will be rewarded. But do you understand what would happen if you betray me?'
'I wouldn't think about it.' Gasped Malfoy, as another wave of pain shot at him painfully from Voldemort's wand.
'I wouldn't think about it either.' Said Voldemort. Then, with a swish, he was gone.
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Dumbledore sat on his chair, stroking his phoenix softly.
'So you've seen Voldemort disapparating inside the Castle ground,' he said. Malfoy nodded.
'I see…he has worked out the spell to break the non-apparation charm in the castle,' Dumbledore muttered to himself, 'what did he say to you?'
'To obey him,' said Malfoy, 'otherwise…'
'I understand,' said Dumbledore, 'inform us when you have more news.' Malfoy nodded as he walked out. His eyebrows knitted into a frown.
'Mr. Malfoy,' called Dumbledore.
'Yes sir,' Malfoy turned around.
'Those of us who stands up and fight till the end wins, those who surrender to darkness will forever be reigned under tyranny and suppression.'
Was that a comfort? Thought Malfoy as he walked away from Dumbledore's office. For all Draco knows, if his dad found out that he became a spy from Dumbledore, he'll kill him. No one ever brings light upon the Malfoy family.
Suddenly, Malfoy bumped into someone. He looked up.
'Mudblood, watch where you're going!' he said angrily. Hermione narrowed her eyes.
'Watch where YOU'RE going,' she held her head high, 'your eyes were not grown to just look pretty.'
Faraway, Malfoy saw Crabbe and Goyle coming over; he waved to them.
'You're lucky Miss. Mudblood,' he said, 'but next time, you weren't be.'
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A very short chapter, Read & Review please!