He was alone in the large room with the Dark Lord who was seated on a throne-like chair elevated by a platform.
He felt fear clench his heart but stood tall just as his father had taught him. He had just been given his first mission!
"...Come Draco. Are u not pleased that I have given you a chance to raise your family from disgrace? Hasn't Lord Voldemort been merciful?"The high, cold voice asked.
"Y-yes..My Lord." He heard himself reply.
It did not sound like his voice.
"But Lord Voldemort does not forgive easily. I was most displeased with your father. Let us hope you do not disappoint me also. Otherwise you, along with your mother and father will ultimately feel my... displeasure."
He's going to kill me. He's going to kill us all! Thought Draco as an involuntary shiver ran past his spine and his head jerked up. He wished he hadn't.
The blazing red eyes were now locked on his and he felt a raw panic wash over him as he had never felt before.
Draco woke with a start and sat up on his bed. He was breathing heavily.
Red eyes floated through his mind and everything came flooding back to him.
He calmed down and thought of how his family would soon be honored.
How his father would soon be back in the Dark Lord's good graces.
How he would stand out among all the other death eaters and how he would be praised after he completed a task which many thought to be impossible.
He breathed more easily now.
Mother would be safe...he thought as he relaxed back into his bed.Of course he could do it. How hard could it be?