Disclaimer: I don't get why we have to write these, everyone knows that we can't claim the book!
Summary: Draco's thoughts on his life. One shot.
Draco sighed as he lay on his green sheets. He was thinking over what the Dark Lord said to him when he received the brand of all evil, the Dark Mark.
"If I see one hint of betrayal, I will not hesitate to kill you where you stand!"
He didn't really want to become a death eater; it was his duty. Since his father was off in Askaban prison, and The Dark Lord's faithful death eaters were starting to decease from battles and old age, Voldemort was now recruiting the children of said death eaters. Also, if he declined Lord Voldemort, he knew that he would be—well he wouldn't be here anymore. It was almost the end of summer and he had to come up with a plan to complete his mission, yet he couldn't stop thinking about what would happen if he were born into a different family. A happy family. The one where they don't have any ties to the Dark Arts, they don't have all these 'pureblood rules' they have to follow. With all due respect, Draco was proud of his heritage, but it does get a little out of hand. Most of the pureblood families that are rich like his don't spend any time together, so they get into a lot of fights because they think they understand each other but the truth is, they are complete strangers who just happen to live in the same house.
Draco's thoughts drifted to the Golden Trio, the perfect example of a happy family, the perfect example of friendship. Oh how he longed for something like that.
The reason he hated Harry Potter is because his life will end in happily ever after, and Draco was quite afraid that his life won't end like that.
He was quite afraid of the future now. Before, well before he found his father worked for the one he feared, Draco thought that his life will plan out perfectly; he will marry the girl of his dreams, live in a huge house his father will get them, and he will work in the ministry and his wife will open up a shop in Diagon Ally.
That all sounds so silly to him now.
Now, he sighed again, now he fears that if he makes one wrong move, he will be discovered. Now he fears that if he says something out of place, his life will crumble. Now, he shivered at the next thought, he feared that if he doesn't go through with the mission, the Dark Lord will—
he stopped.
He feared that most of all. He fears for his life everyday, and it scares the 16-year-old boy. What if I don't succeed? He thought, What is going to happen to me? He lifted his arm so it was hovering above him. He reached for the sleeve of the white long sleeve shirt and pulled it down, revealing the Dark Mark.