Title: Colorblind. It's how his life is so dark and unhappy, there's no color (happiness) in it. Like he's colorblind.
Rating: M. For future chapters.
Characters: Draco Malfoy and Wysteria Bollbeck.
Summary: Draco has become a Death Eater and right before his sixth year, now he's facing problems no one can even imagine. He slowly starts to lose his nerve and begins tearing at the seams until he meets someone who can help him and be there for him. But as his mission draws near, he must decide between her or the Death Eaters.
All characters belong to JKR besides Wysteria who is mine. All mine.
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Draco's head pounded as his Aunt Bellatrix attempted to get into his mind. With little effort, she was able to breach his unstable wall and watch a few seconds of the random memory he was supposed to keep secret. He opened his eyes slowly to see the look of disappointment woven into her face.
"Try again, Draco," she said swiftly, her eyes wild as she watched him close his eyes and prepare himself once more.
He built up his wall quickly, making sure she wouldn't be able to penetrate it so easily. He waited a few seconds before nodding, signaling he was ready. A few seconds passed and opened his eyes to see that his aunt was no longer standing in front of him, but a few feet away and talking in hushed whispers with his mother.
"I would happily oblige if my son was chosen for a mission for the Dark Lord," Bellatrix said harshly.
"Draco." His mother moved closer towards him, ignoring the horrid glares that Bellatrix threw at his mother, "the Dark Lord needs you."
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The remaining Death Eaters stood around in a circle in his mother's large parlor. It was dark and was only lit by the few dim lights surrounding them, giving off a fluorescent color to the room. Draco stood in between a woman in a mask, his aunt, and a man he didn't recognize behind his own mask.
They stood silently as they waited for Lord Voldemort to come, though they didn't have to wait long because a few seconds later, his soft, snakelike footsteps were heard.
He entered the circle and stood in the middle, Draco's eyes refused to look up. His heart pounded against his chest, he was afraid they could hear it.
"Malfoy," the Dark Lord hissed, "the young Malfoy, I require your ssservicce," he hissed.
"Anything," he replied numbly.
A smile played across Voldemort's lips, he offered a hand to Draco which he took. He turned the boy's arm around and rolled up his sleeve slowly, exposing his young and pale flesh to his followers. Draco's pulse beat softly against the man's fingers, and slowly he raised his wand and touched the tip of it against his hot skin.
Draco jerked forward and Voldemort removed his wand, watching as the dark slithered into his skin, and suddenly his arm was on fire; Draco could feel the flames burning within. The flames wanted to claw out of him and escape into the room, but they stayed inside of him, torturing his sanity. The mindless pain spread throughout and it became too much for him.
The Dark Lord's grip tightened as Draco attempted to jerk his arm away. He knees gave out
and he bucked forward, stumbling very slightly but remained in a standing-like position. The pain didn't subside and it seemed like eternity had passed before it concentrated on only one area of his arm.
The grip loosened and Draco looked down and saw the Dark Mark etched into his skin, a reminder of what he had to endure for this moment he shared with the Dark Lord. The mark was so dark and it contrasted so greatly against his pale skin that it slightly intimidated him.
Voldemort inspected it slightly before letting go of the fragile boy,"you mussst kill Albusss Dumbeldore,"he hissed loud enough for only the young Death Eater to hear.
Draco's eyes never left his mark as he spoke, "yes, my Lord,"he whispered, hoping the he did not hear the fear in his voice.
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Draco stretched his long body on the bed before sitting up, his muscles quivered slightly. His sore body caused him to stay sitting longer than he usually did. A month had gone by since Voldemort had trusted him with an important mission and since that day he became a Death Eater, his Aunt had swore to help train him and with her word she stuck. Ruthlessly she had aimed her spells at him, even two of the unforgivable curses, and he had to simply repel them.
She was training him, in all magic she knew. She had a few weeks left to teach him everything she had acquired throughout her years and only in a matter of weeks did he have to learn. Desperation threatened to leak from him, but he stayed calm.
He needed to stay calm. He couldn't let anyone know what he was to do. He couldn't let the headmaster know he had a death sentence lingering over his head, and his own student was supposed to make sure the death sentence kept. He shivered as a thought crossed into his mind, how was he supposed to kill one of the greatest wizards of all time? The only wizard The Dark Lord himself feared.
But it was either kill or be killed, and the old man had lived long enough anyways, Draco thought to himself.
He began putting the images of Dumbeldore and anyone else inside their little compartments in his head, he couldn't think of them as people- but as a task. They were all just a part of the task.
"Draco!" His mother called fiercely from behind his locked door, it was time for him to get up and join them for breakfast.
He hurriedly put a shirt on and walked out barefoot, the cold seeping into his soles and causing a shiver to run up his spine. He crossed the still dark hallways until he reached the dining room, the candelabra was not lit but instead the chandelier was turned on. Its crystals danced and shimmered in the light, he was entranced for a few seconds before being interrupted by his mother.
"What are you staring at, Draco?" Her blonde hair swooped around her.
"Nothing, mother," he lied and going to sit in his usual seat, across his mum.
Bellatrix entered and a smile spread across Narcissa's face, "eating with us today, Bella?"
"Yes, Cissi." She smiled, "the Dark Lord wishes to be alone."
"Very well, how is your training with Draco going, Bella?"
"Better than I expected but worse than I hoped for. Occulemency is coming naturally to him now but not so much with Avada Kedavra and the Cruciatus curse. But I understand why he has difficulty with Avada Kedavra, but Cruciatus..." she kept on but Draco had masted the ability to block them out. All of them.
He ate his food quietly as his mother and aunt talked amongst themselves, slightly neglecting him. At that moment, he wished for something. Something he longed and missed but never had and the problem was he didn't know what that something was anyways.
His thoughts were interrupted by the utter silence his aunt and mother gave off. The women stared into his face for a long time before Bellatrix spoke up, "if you want then we must go soon, Cissi." She broke the look first and stared intently into Narcissa's face.
"Tomorrow night? Or is that too soon?" She pursed her lips together tightly.
"Tomorrow is perfect."
"What is it?" Draco asked, his temper slightly rising.
Bella's eyes flicked towards him, daring him to say something with that tone again. He let them stare before he sneered and stood up from the table- knocking the chair down in the the process.
"Pardon me," he said rudely before walking away and locking himself in his room.
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Decent first chapter, eh? Well I do hope you enjoyed it and that didn't mess up the format too much. Reviews appreciated and emails as well. Until next time.
R.P. Ily-Ika