TWISTED
By: hermioneeeeeee
A/N: This story is really short so thanks for taking your time to read it!
"We did everything we could, sir." the doctor said sympathetically.
"Everything you could? Well, it wasn't enough was it? Now my wife is dead because you did 'everything you could'!" Draco shouted hysterically. Hermione's corpse lay on the hospital bed unmoving. Draco started to cry. He stormed out of the hospital and drove to his favorite pub.
"Mr. Malfoy! The usual?" Tom asked.
"Yes, thanks." Draco whispered.
"Something wrong?" Tom asked curiously.
"Hermione's gone."
"Gone? Where?"
"Heaven."
Tom passed the beer over.
"I'm so sorry. I remember when my Doris was still alive. I missed her so much. I still do. It all comes with time, sonny. You'll learn to move on."
"Move on? How? That's not possible! I'll never move on!"
The person sitting next to Draco looked at him.
"Come with me. I know how this can be better." the figure said. Draco downed his beer and walked outside with the person.
"Excuse me? How can you make this better? You don't even know me."
"That doesn't mean I can't help."
"What's your name? Who are you?"
"The Dark Lord, Draco. Voldemort himself."
"What?"
"Yes. Join me, boy. Join me and we can make all of this pain go away. Don't let go of your anger. Keep it. It will thrive and make you more powerful than you've ever been."
"Alright. I've got nothing to lose anyway. Why not."
"That's right. Come, you have much to learn." Voldemort coaxed. Tom watched horrified as he saw a perfectly happy man turn into a dark and twisted apprentice.