It was cold and dark. There were almost a dozen black figures in cloaks standing around a terrified Blonde Teenager. They were huddled so closely together, they could have been conjoint. This became even more likely when they took down their hoods. They all had the same pale snakelike face. Every face shared the same maniacal expression. And when they spoke the mouths moved in unison. Avada Kedavra they hissed. The killing curse, the ultimate unforgivable sin, kills instantly.
Suddenly his flesh began to rot. He looked down at his graying skin and saw hair falling to the ground below him. The earth appeared to be swallowing him. Within seconds he was drowning in a sea of dirt and maggots. Eating his skin and getting into every Orifice. He fell through the dirt into a jar in the potions class at Hogwarts. Everyone was looking at him. Snape, the potions professor picked up his jar.
"Everyone step up to the front of the class and collect your essence of Draco Malfoy" Snape called in a very uninterested tone. Each student took a small piece of his rotten grey flesh and added it to their cauldron.
"Draco!" He woke up in a cold sweat his heart was pounding. He searched around for the source of the voice. His mother was sitting on the side of his bed looking extremely worried. "You were having Nightmares again, weren't you?"
"Not really, it was just a stupid dream." He assured her.
"Oh, what was it about?" She asked.
"Nothing!" Draco flushed red remembering Pansy Parkinson, a girl from Slytherin house, taking his grey and wrinkled testicles from the Jar. "Actually, I can't remember it." He lied. His mother flew him a disbelieving look and told him to get dressed for breakfast. He dressed himself in a black turtle neck, dress pants, and a suit jacket. He combed his hair neatly parting it to one side subconsciously checking to see whether clumps of it were falling into the sink.
Once he was perfectly sure he was not still in a dream and he wasn't going to be served any of his own body parts for breakfast, he headed downstairs. In the dining room his nostrils filled with the smell of sausages, French-toast, and kippers. He completely forgot about his dream and sat down with his family. "Wait for our guests, Draco" His mother demanded. Draco put down his fork and waited patiently. He didn't question his mother who they'd be having over as he was quite used to unexpected guests. Sometimes people he never knew. After all Voldemort, the most powerful dark wizard alive, had recently moved into Malfoy Manner. Voldemort was always recruiting new followers, he called his death eaters. These weren't often the most pleasant people nor did they make great house guests and some of his death eaters practically lived there. And three of them did live there. He had to admit that he, his father and mother were also death eaters. And no matter how much he forced himself to believe it was an honor to have lord Voldemort living with them he still knew it was punishment.
"Hello, Lucius, Narsicca." said a soft voice, startling the family out of their seats. Voldemort, immediately recognizable by his snake like face, was entering with one of his most loyal servants, Worm-tail, a dirty rat-like man.
"M... my, lord" Draco's father said with a bow. "Draco, pull out a chair for our guest." Draco obeyed, though reluctantly. Lord Voldemort sat at the head of the table in a rather throne like chair.
"Our Guests will be arriving soon Lucius, we'll need more chairs" With one quick flick of his wand the table expanded and two more chairs appeared. Draco counted the number of empty places with his eyes, three. Moments later footsteps could be heard behind the door. Everyone turned to the door excluding Voldemort. Draco recognized a man as Fenrir Greyback, a Servant of the dark lord and a werewolf. Fenrir made eye contact with Draco and he flinched. The Werewolf smirked and he turned to the terrified couple walking through the door behind him. He gestured them to go forward.
"Please, take a seat" Shivers went down the couples spines when lord Voldemort spoke. "But someone is missing" the couple who were halfway between standing and sitting froze. "Mr. Roach where is your daughter? We saved her a seat." A horrifying grin shone across his face. "Never mind that Mr. and Mrs. Roach sat down and exchanged nervous glances. "Don't worry; she'll be arriving quite soon. It was a mistake for you to register her as an Animagus."
"W.. whatever do you mean... My lord." She added with a slight bow.
"Surely you didn't think it was YOU I wanted, did you?"
"Well" But Mrs. Roach was cut off.
"You practically a Squib and your husband fired from the Ministry. You re lucky I allowed you to sit at the same table as me." Mr. Roach stood up, appalled at this insult but before he could retort there was a green flash and the sound of a woman screaming. Mr. Roach was lying motionless on the floor. Tears streamed down his wife s face and she knelt down beside him. The Malfoys stared blankly in front of themselves, not daring to look at Mrs. Roach or Voldemort but Greyback, who had been standing in the corner, started to laugh. Even lord Voldemort looked as though he was trying to hold back a snigger, his red eyes turning into slits. Voldemort stood up straight and started to speak. Only it wasn't English he was speaking, from experience they knew he was speaking parseltongue. And soon enough they could hear the familiar slithering of Voldemort s snake Nigini entering the room Mrs. Roach was suddenly quiet. Nigini was moving towards her. She stood up and abandoned her husband to escape but the snake darted at her and bit her shoulder. There wasn t time for a scream to escape her. The Malfoys tried to act indifferent and stare at their laps holding back their disgust for the scene taking place behind them. Draco was sure he heard Greyback licking his lips. By the time Voldemort suggested that they eat their breakfast (though it was now close to lunch time) they had very little appetite.