Something is wrong at Hogwarts. Of course you're dismayed. You have every right to be, for you haven't the slightest clue of the most distressing situation our dear Malfoy is in.
Here in the dim lighted lavatory he stands. His lean figure slightly hunched with both of his pale hands firmly planted at the edges of the sink. He ruffles the bangs of his blonde hair back as his clammy hands find their way to turn on the cold metal taps. He reaches in and gathers the warm waters in between his hands and lather his face in it briefly, as if trying to wash his worries away.
Yet how can it be, that when you permit yourself a moment's relaxation, forgetting all the troubles in the world, eventually reality crashes back down. Like standing at the window you've washed only yesterday, its panes don't reflect back the bright prospect of a clear conscience, but the treacherous face of the world?
He stares back at his reflection. No longer does he see the confident blue eyed blond he had been but the visage of a future killer. He feels slightly lost and insecure, though he'd never admit it, about his current predicament. He longed for someone he could confide in. He sighs at the thought of his 'friends'. They were merely followers. Suddenly Harry Potter enters his mind. He frowns at the fact that Potter actually had two best friends that would no doubt die for him. He observed their friendship over the years and it had become stronger than it was before. Their friendship was unbreakable. Was that jealously he was feeling? He chuckles. Definetely not. Jealous of Potter? Never in a million years.
Are you wondering about his current predicament? I bet you are. What has gotten our dear Malfoy's knickers in a twist? Let's go back into his mind for a flashblack eh?
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I walked towards the Dark Lord. His eerily scarlet eyes that were set in slits like a cat's looked at me with no emotion whatsoever. Bellatrix, my aunt and a few other death eaters stood before him. This was the first time I had ever encountered the Dark Lord face to face. Never had I seen a man's face so bloody distorted! I gulped as I saw the movement of his unnaturally long fingers beckon me to come forward.
"Draco…Draco Malfoy…"the Dark Lord had spoken.
I broke my gaze away from him and turned my attention to Bellatrix. I was so nervous at what was going to be asked of me. Bellatrix then motioned me to bow in front of him and I did as she asked.
"Good my boy…so respectful. Just like your father…"
I thought back to my father who was incarcerated in Azkaban. Seems like every one who works for him mostly always ends up there. Did I really want to give myself up to him? I was a Malfoy. Mom wasn't a Death Eater…just dad and Bellatrix. Would he want me to follow in my dad's footsteps? Did I even have a choice?
"But you're father…you see…he failed me. Now you must take his place as he is away in..Azkaban..Draco.."
I nodded slightly listening to the Dark Lord continue on. His stare was utterly disturbing but I managed to keep my eyes to him.
"Before I recruit you, Draco, you must prove your worthiness. I have been watching you recently and having seen you have trouble with Harry Potter…" the Dark Lord paused. "..and his group of friends..you must eliminate one of them…"
"You want me to kill Harry Potter?!" I yelled.
I heard him scoff. "No! You silly boy! Harry's death will be from my own hands. You..dear boy..will kill that mudblood you detest so…"
"What if I get caught! I mean, she's always with Harry Potter and that Ron Weasley! They're never apart!"
I was scared. I've never killed anyone before. It would have been a relief to kill Harry but Ron would have been a better candidate. Much easier to kill because of his utter lack of knowledge. Not to metion his stupidity.
"Are you refusing to do as I say? You can always back out but it would deeply displeasure me to have you killed on the spot.."
I gulped once again nervously. I had no choice.
I stood my ground firmly and said while gritting my teeth,"No! I'm not backing out! I'll kill that mudblood! Whatever it takes. I'll get it done."
"Good. And do not worry about getting caught. No one will know of your crime unless you tell them. One more thing…you only have a week to complete this task…"
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I'm sure you all understand the position he's in. He's a bit frightened of having to kill one of the most smartest, gifted, mudblood student known as Hermione Granger of Gryfindor. But what's this he's feeling? He's not feeling a bit guilty is he? Probably not since he's hated her since year one. This should be an easy task since he has no feelings towards her whatsoever so why was he panicking so? I sure hope he's not getting cold feet about what the Dark Lord is having him to do!
He looks briefly to the windows of the boys lavatory. It was raining harder than ever. He smoothens a shaken hand to his blonde hair and decides he had stayed in here too long. He was never the one to stay up and go to the washroom to think. This was unusually odd for him. It was time to go. He straightens himself up and takes one more glance at the mirror until leaving to go back to his dormitory.
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction :) This idea just popped into my head and I felt like writing it. Sure I've written some stories but never about Harry Potter. I've seen the movies up till the 6th one but started to read the books for better understanding and I finished the Goblet of Fire just yesterday. Now to the Order of the Phoenix. Please review and tell me what you think :P
