Disclaimer- I don't own anybody. They all belong to JK Rowling, so don't bother suing me. I don't have any money.
A/N- This story is the prequel to one I'm writing called To End All Pain. This will be very short, only a few chapters. This chapter right now is the prologue. Hope you enjoy it!
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Prologue
It was a windy, cold night and two people were sitting around the fire in a room, hidden from the naked eye. The door opened, and two more figures walked in. "You have the boy Lucius?" a cold, chilling voice asked.
"I do, my Lord. He is eager to hear what you have planned for him," said the person from under the cloak, Lucius Malfoy.
"Good job, Lucius. You shall be rewarded. Now, bring the boy to me," Voldemort told Lucius.
Lucius placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, leading him over to the chair in which Voldemort sat. "Wormtail, bring me my robe," Voldemort ordered.
"Yes, my Lord," said a bald, round man, placing the robe on Voldemort's shoulders.
The boy turned to face Voldemort, a shock of surprise on his face. "You see, Draco, that I am not fully a human being. This may surprise you, as there are many surprises coming your way," he said, leading the boy on.
He gulped, and said, "Father says you have a mission for me."
"Your father is correct. This mission should not be too hard, if anything, it should be very good for you. Very pleasurable," Voldemort, a derisive smile on his face.
"What do you have planned?" Draco asked in a drawling voice.
"Know, young Malfoy, that should you turn me down, you will be very sorry, very sorry indeed," Voldemort said, as Lucius turned to look at his son.
"I will do what ever it is you want me to do," Draco replied.
"Good, you have taught him well, Lucius. Your assignment, Draco," he said, pausing for a second, "is to produce an heir for me."
"An heir?" Draco asked, looking at Voldemort curiously. "I thought I already was an heir."
"Oh, you are. But I want someone else, someone just as evil. You see, with the Aurors, and people on Dumbledore's side, we can't be too careful," Voldemort said, making perfect sense to Draco.
"I understand, Lord. Who shall the birth mother be?" Draco asked, his being the part he was most interested in.
"I will place the responsibility of finding a mother for the heir in your hands. You shall choose anyone, as long as she's not a Slytherin," Voldemort said.
"Not a Slytherin? Why not? Wouldn't you want a pure Slytherin heir?" Draco asked curiously.
"You ask many questions, young Malfoy and that will reward you someday. I want an heir of many different qualities. A brave, loyal, clever, and cunning heir would be one of no destruction. All the qualities of the four Hogwarts houses. That way, no one could stop him," Voldemort said, a supreme look on his face.
"Very crafty, my Lord," Lucius said.
"Thank you Lucius. Now Draco, are you willing to do this?" Voldemort asked.
"I am," he answered, looking as if he were concentrating.
"Thinking of someone to seduce, Malfoy? I will give you until the week after school starts, then you will report the mother to me. I will then tell you if she is acceptable, and you will be able to do whatever you want with her after that," Voldemort said.
"Yes, Lord," Draco said.
"Now Draco, don't you want to know what's in it for you?" Voldemort asked, and a surprised look flitted across Draco's face.
"Haven't you given me enough? You are gracious, letting me choose my own birth mother for the heir," Draco said, looking at Voldemort as if he were crazy.
"That is true, and should you succeed, I will give you something that will last much longer than a few moments' pleasure."
"And what would that be?" Draco asked.
Voldemort took out his wand, and whispered something undetectable. The Dark Mark came out of his arm, and Draco's sleeve rode up. The Dark Mark placed itself on Draco's upper left arm. He looked in awe at it. Then it dissolved, leaving the patch of skin unmarked.
"Did you like that Draco?" the Dark Lord asked.
"Very much so, and I look forward to having it permanently on my arm," Draco said, still staring at the place where the Dark Mark had been on his arm.
"Good, good. You are now dismissed. Lucius, I shall see you in a month, with word of Draco's answer," Voldemort said, waving at the door, while Draco slipped out of it.
"Master, what if Draco should choose someone unacceptable?" Lucius asked.
"Then he shall choose again. I will let him play with her for a little bit, but before he beds her, I shall put a stop to it," Voldemort answered.
Lucius' mouth curled into a smirk. "He will like that," he said, before sweeping out the door after Draco.
"Well, well, well my servant. What do you think will come of this?" Voldemort asked Wormtail.
"It should go very smoothly," he answered.
"I hope so, for Draco Malfoy is only seventeen, hopefully his emotions won't take the place of my orders," Voldemort said.
"His father will make sure that never happens," Wormtail said.
"Yes, I believe you are correct. I anticipate what young Malfoy has for us to hear in a month," Voldemort said, and turned back around to face the fire.
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-One Month Later
"Come in, Lucius," Voldemort said, as Lucius entered the room once again. "Have you brought the boy?"
"Yes," Lucius said.
"Where are your manners then, invite him in," Voldemort said, his smile widening as Draco walked in.
"Have you chosen Draco?" the Dark Lord asked.
"I have," he answered.
"Tell me something about her," Voldemort said.
"She is in Gryffindor, should be easy to manipulate, and is very pretty," Draco said in a drawling voice.
"Very well. You shall have until Christmas to produce an heir. It will be a race against time. What is her name?" Voldemort asked.
"Hermione Granger."
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A/N- Please review! Just so you know, I'll still write OTWT, but I'm trying to work on this one too.
A/N- This story is the prequel to one I'm writing called To End All Pain. This will be very short, only a few chapters. This chapter right now is the prologue. Hope you enjoy it!
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Prologue
It was a windy, cold night and two people were sitting around the fire in a room, hidden from the naked eye. The door opened, and two more figures walked in. "You have the boy Lucius?" a cold, chilling voice asked.
"I do, my Lord. He is eager to hear what you have planned for him," said the person from under the cloak, Lucius Malfoy.
"Good job, Lucius. You shall be rewarded. Now, bring the boy to me," Voldemort told Lucius.
Lucius placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, leading him over to the chair in which Voldemort sat. "Wormtail, bring me my robe," Voldemort ordered.
"Yes, my Lord," said a bald, round man, placing the robe on Voldemort's shoulders.
The boy turned to face Voldemort, a shock of surprise on his face. "You see, Draco, that I am not fully a human being. This may surprise you, as there are many surprises coming your way," he said, leading the boy on.
He gulped, and said, "Father says you have a mission for me."
"Your father is correct. This mission should not be too hard, if anything, it should be very good for you. Very pleasurable," Voldemort, a derisive smile on his face.
"What do you have planned?" Draco asked in a drawling voice.
"Know, young Malfoy, that should you turn me down, you will be very sorry, very sorry indeed," Voldemort said, as Lucius turned to look at his son.
"I will do what ever it is you want me to do," Draco replied.
"Good, you have taught him well, Lucius. Your assignment, Draco," he said, pausing for a second, "is to produce an heir for me."
"An heir?" Draco asked, looking at Voldemort curiously. "I thought I already was an heir."
"Oh, you are. But I want someone else, someone just as evil. You see, with the Aurors, and people on Dumbledore's side, we can't be too careful," Voldemort said, making perfect sense to Draco.
"I understand, Lord. Who shall the birth mother be?" Draco asked, his being the part he was most interested in.
"I will place the responsibility of finding a mother for the heir in your hands. You shall choose anyone, as long as she's not a Slytherin," Voldemort said.
"Not a Slytherin? Why not? Wouldn't you want a pure Slytherin heir?" Draco asked curiously.
"You ask many questions, young Malfoy and that will reward you someday. I want an heir of many different qualities. A brave, loyal, clever, and cunning heir would be one of no destruction. All the qualities of the four Hogwarts houses. That way, no one could stop him," Voldemort said, a supreme look on his face.
"Very crafty, my Lord," Lucius said.
"Thank you Lucius. Now Draco, are you willing to do this?" Voldemort asked.
"I am," he answered, looking as if he were concentrating.
"Thinking of someone to seduce, Malfoy? I will give you until the week after school starts, then you will report the mother to me. I will then tell you if she is acceptable, and you will be able to do whatever you want with her after that," Voldemort said.
"Yes, Lord," Draco said.
"Now Draco, don't you want to know what's in it for you?" Voldemort asked, and a surprised look flitted across Draco's face.
"Haven't you given me enough? You are gracious, letting me choose my own birth mother for the heir," Draco said, looking at Voldemort as if he were crazy.
"That is true, and should you succeed, I will give you something that will last much longer than a few moments' pleasure."
"And what would that be?" Draco asked.
Voldemort took out his wand, and whispered something undetectable. The Dark Mark came out of his arm, and Draco's sleeve rode up. The Dark Mark placed itself on Draco's upper left arm. He looked in awe at it. Then it dissolved, leaving the patch of skin unmarked.
"Did you like that Draco?" the Dark Lord asked.
"Very much so, and I look forward to having it permanently on my arm," Draco said, still staring at the place where the Dark Mark had been on his arm.
"Good, good. You are now dismissed. Lucius, I shall see you in a month, with word of Draco's answer," Voldemort said, waving at the door, while Draco slipped out of it.
"Master, what if Draco should choose someone unacceptable?" Lucius asked.
"Then he shall choose again. I will let him play with her for a little bit, but before he beds her, I shall put a stop to it," Voldemort answered.
Lucius' mouth curled into a smirk. "He will like that," he said, before sweeping out the door after Draco.
"Well, well, well my servant. What do you think will come of this?" Voldemort asked Wormtail.
"It should go very smoothly," he answered.
"I hope so, for Draco Malfoy is only seventeen, hopefully his emotions won't take the place of my orders," Voldemort said.
"His father will make sure that never happens," Wormtail said.
"Yes, I believe you are correct. I anticipate what young Malfoy has for us to hear in a month," Voldemort said, and turned back around to face the fire.
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-One Month Later
"Come in, Lucius," Voldemort said, as Lucius entered the room once again. "Have you brought the boy?"
"Yes," Lucius said.
"Where are your manners then, invite him in," Voldemort said, his smile widening as Draco walked in.
"Have you chosen Draco?" the Dark Lord asked.
"I have," he answered.
"Tell me something about her," Voldemort said.
"She is in Gryffindor, should be easy to manipulate, and is very pretty," Draco said in a drawling voice.
"Very well. You shall have until Christmas to produce an heir. It will be a race against time. What is her name?" Voldemort asked.
"Hermione Granger."
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A/N- Please review! Just so you know, I'll still write OTWT, but I'm trying to work on this one too.