What made me what I am today?
a/n hey first story I have done in a while, but last time I was here I
wrote a few really crappy stories but with a different name so this one is
about why Lucius Malfoy became a death eater not very original but hey what do
I care?
Disclaimer: own nothing :: sob sob::
I still remember the day I became a death eater like it was yesterday,
I was in my sixth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it was
the day before the Christmas holidays and I was sitting in my dormitory doing
my potions essay for professor Jigger when I heard a slight tap on the window,
I turned to see my fathers owl Xavier knocking on the window in its claws it
was holding a letter with a wax serpent as a seal I immediately knew it was
from father he wrote
Dear Lucius
You are to come home tomorrow as I have thought about it and decided
that you should become a death eater and serve the dark lord for the rest of
your days you have no say in the matter and I shall see you tomorrow when we
pick you up from Kings Cross station
Yours sincerely
Victor Malfoy
The feeling I had at that moment was
indescribable I was ecstatic yet I felt that the decision my father made for me
was not a good one, of course I wanted to be a death eater I mean who wouldn't?
Well I could answer that question the gryffindoors of course those mudblood
loving foul vermin whose sole purpose is to care for mudbloods and the rest of
the fools in this school who don't know that serving Lord Voldemort is easily
the best path in life, yet I too had a little voice in the back of my head
telling me that killing people would not be the best way to show hate to
mudbloods and muggles even though they are filthy and pathetic. Oh well I thought
I best leave this problem till morning, and I drifted off into an uneasy sleep…
a/n well that's the first part if you
liked it you will give me a review saying so as I will only continue with 5
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