Hugh! Draco Malfoy vomited into the toilet. "Why me?" He thought "Why me?". He wasn't sick because he had eaten something bad or he had the flu. No. It was something much worse than either of those. He was being controlled by the most evil wizard of all time. Lord Voldemort. Draco was forced to do his bidding as a spy at Hogwarts. Draco was "valuable" the Dark Lord had said. But he didn't want to be valuable, he didn't want to do things he knew were wrong, he wanted real friends not ones his father made him have. He wanted friends like Potter had, ones that cared and listened, but he knew that could never happen. He already had a reputation he didn't want as the school bully and he had to do what the Dark Lord said or he would probably kill him, his family and anyone else he tried to protect. Draco closed his eyes as a tear rolled down his cheek and he once again, threw-up into the toilet.