Draco stepped off of the Hogwarts Express for the last time in his life. He had finally finished his Seventh and final year of Hogwarts, and was about to start his wizarding career.

Taking a deep breath, Draco looked around the station. Potter was over with the Weasels, and the mudblood Granger.. They will pay, he thought to himself. Seeing as he had no reason to stay around, he disappeariated on the site to his home.

Draco appeared in the living room of his house, and was greeted immediately by his mother. He shook her off easily, seeing as he was about a foot taller than she was. Yes, he had grown a lot over the years. He was now nearly 6'3, but he still had his sleek blond hair, and cold grey eyes.

Once in his room, Draco managed to give a big thinking about what he was going to do. He needed a job, for starters, and then what? He almost snorted with laughter. Of course he knew what he was going to do. Hell, he didn't need a job, as there were no jobs to be had, now that Voldemort had nearly taken over. Yes, the white wizards were having a good fight, but nothing could match Lord Voldemort.

Without thinking, Draco dug through his drawers and found a pitch-black robe. He replaced his Dark Green robes with that. He then went to his fathers closet, and found a mask, a dark mask that totally hid his face. Smirking, he put it on. Draco Malfoy made sure his wand was in his pocket, then he disappeariated to where Lord Voldemort was.

"Who are you?" said an icy cold voice. He was speaking to a boy who had just arrived in the middle of his meeting.

The boy fell to his knees, and kissed the hem of the robe that belonged to the voice. The boy then stood up, bowing. He then spoke. "I wish to join you, My Lord."

The icy cold voice laughed a high pitch, evil laugh. "Join Lord Voldemort say you? I have many followers, why should you be one?" There was a deep cruelty in the voice.

The young boy, he mustn't have been more than 17, spoke sharply. "For I have waited to join you for many years. To follow the footsteps of my father, and to serve for you. To fight for you, to die for you, my Lord."

The man, Lord Voldemort, took out his wand. "Is that so?" He began twiddling it with his fingers, as though amused by the boy's efforts. "Then name your name, and show your face." Voldemort looked about his supporters. Each was watching with curiosity. He then added to them, "Be gone. You know the rules." And with that, each disappeared with a pop. "Show your face, lad."

Slowly, the young boy removed the mask from his face. He then spoke to Voldemort. "I am Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. I believe you know my father, Lucius."

Voldemort's read eyes showed no change, but he was a bit shocked by the news. He looked at you Malfoy, as though searching him. Then he said, "Give me your arm, Malfoy."

Draco did as he was told, and gave Voldemort his left forearm. Voldemort lifted his wand, and placed it upon the arm. He then muttered softly, "Morsemodor" There was a burning sensation, and a red skull, with a snake coming from it's mouth, appeared tattooed on Malfoy's arm.

Voldemort dropped the arm, satisfied. "Draco Malfoy, you are now a Death Eater, and your life is sworn to me for enternity. There will be a meeting in the following days, in which you will find out what position you shall take. Be off." Said Voldemort. And with that, Malfoy disappeared.