Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter. JK (Rowling)! Any way, I do not own Harry Potter and I never will. *sobs*

(AN: I hope that this story is not bad. The story just came into my head last night. I wasn't planning on actually writing it until now when I came up with more ideas for it. Please don't make nasty comments like 'This sounds like it was written by a twelve year old.' [I seriously got that as a review once, and I was like ,'I was twelve!'] I will be more than happy to read constructive criticism, and I will try to use your ideas in my writing. Now enough of my rambling an on with the story…)

Becoming a Death Eater Through the Eyes of Draco Malfoy

"You are to become a Death Eater. Hopefully, you will be much better than your father," Voldemort said, "You are also to kill Albus Dumbledore. If you fail to complete you're task, say goodbye to Mummy and Daddy!" His voice was cold.

"It would be an honor, My Lord," I said as calmly as I could. I attempted to look unafraid on the outside, but on the inside, I was so scared that I thought I might scream. My stomach was churning, and I could feel the bile rising in my throat. But I refused to throw up in front of everyone present at the meeting. No, I had to be brave.

"Good, good," responded the Dark Lord. He took my left arm and put his wand to it. (AN: I'm not sure that that is how someone is branded with the dark mark so I wrote this. If I'm wrong, please tell me how it is applied and I'll fix it.) There was a burning sensation, and I nearly cried out. I wouldn't give Voldemort the satisfaction of hearing me scream. When he was done, I looked down at the mark and nearly vomited. Some of the other death eaters had a celebration for my initiation, but I was too busy trying to control my fear and nausea to fully pay attention.

Okay, I admit that while I do hate him and think that he is crazy, I don't want to kill him. In fact, I don't want to kill anybody. I don't even want to be a death eater. I want to want to be a death eater an kill Dumbledore, but I can't. I'm not like my father in that respect, no matter how much I want to be. I don't think that I will be capable of completing my task. And then my parents would die. I choked back a sob when I thought about that. I didn't want my parents to die because I could not do something as simple as killing someone. Well, actually, I thought to myself, it really isn't that simple. Dumbledore, as much as I hate to admit it, is a very powerful wizard. Oh God, my parents are going to die because I am going to fail my mission.

"Draco, let's go home. You look kind of pale."

My mother's voice broke me out of my reverie. I was only to eager to return to the manor.

When we got home, I went to my room and curled up in bed without even bothering to change. Surprisingly, the words that kept echoing through my head were not "You are also to kill Albus Dumbledore." as I thought they would be. They were, "Hopefully, you will be much better than your father."

My father…

Then it hit me. My mission was a punishment to my father. Voldemort knew that I could never accomplish this task.

I jumped up from the bed and made a mad dash to the bathroom, one hand over my mouth. I retched and retched for what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes. Even though my stomach became empty rather quick, as I hadn't eaten much, it thought that their was still more contents in there. Dry heaves are much more painful than vomiting, by the way. Even after the dry heaves slowly subsided, I couldn't seem to get rid of the sick feeling.

That was when I vowed to myself that I would be successful in the killing of Dumbledore. I would not allow my family to be killed. I would make them proud.

The End

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