"Good evening, Draco. What brings you here on this fine Spring evening?"
"Who else is here? I heard you talking."
"I've been talking aloud to myself. I find it extraordinary useful. Have you been whispering to yourself lately? Draco, you are no assasian."
"How do you know what I am? I've done things that would shock you!"
"Like cursing Katie Bell, and hoping that in return she'd bare a cursed necklace to me. Like replacing a bottle of Mead with one laced with poison. Forgive me, Draco, I cannot help feeling these actions are so weak they can hardly meet your needs."
"Trust me! I was chosen."
"I shall make it easy for you."
"Expelliarmas!"
"Very good, very good." He paused when the sound of a door closing was heard. "You aren't alone. There are others. How?"
"The Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement. I've been mending it."
"Let me guess. It has a sister, a twin."
"Borgan and Berks. It forms a passage."
"Ingenious. Draco, years ago, I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices. Please let me help."
"I don't need your help. Don't you understand? I have to do this. I have to kill you. Or he's going to kill me."
Draco couldn't believe it. He kept replaying this conversation in his head, not understanding how it came to him putting his wand down and running. Now he has to face the Dark Lord. What would he do? Would he kill him? Would he kill Lucius and/or Narcissa? Draco didn't want to think of it.
"Draco Malfoy!" The loud voice yelled. He flinched, but nonetheless entered the throne room, bowing when he was in front of his master.
"Yes, m'lord?" He whimpered, not daring to look into the red, soulless eyes.
"Did you kill Dumbledore?" He asked, dangerously calm.
"No, sir." He was shaking by this point.
"Why not?" He bellowed, gripping his wand.
"I couldn't do it."
"You are weak , pathetic. Give me one reason I should let you and your useless parents live."
"We've been loyal to you "
"Loyal! Is that what you call it, you brat. You have failed me, just like your good for nothing father!"
"But we have."
"Don't you dare talk back to me! Crucio!" Draco screamed, the pain unbearable. He looked at Voldemort, begging for him to stop with his eyes, but he seemed to add to the pain. He stopped eventually, and glared at him.
"I have a new mission for you. One chance to redeem yourself and your family. But you will not be doing it as a human. No, you will not be allowed to talk. But what will you be? Ah, that is it." He raised his wand and blue light surrounded Draco. Draco heard a loud crack, and screamed in pain as it seemed he was being slowly eaten alive. He just wanted to die, to end the pain. When it finally ended and the light faded he found himself closer to the ground then before. He tried to ask about it, but all that came out was a squeak. He started running around in circles, trying to figure it out.
"Severus!" The door opened and in walked the greasy haired man.
"Yes, my Lord?"
"Bring him to Harry Potter." He ordered, pointing to Draco.
Snape turned to him and almost laughed at the furry creature. He picked the squirming fur ball up and placed him in his pocket and proceeded to apparate to Number Four, Private Drive.