Draco Malfoy and the Followers of Voldermort

(A secondary story to the Harry Potter Series)

The Shadows start to creep up the rugged stone walls of a tiny room in an unknown location, which can only be found by those who have been there before. There is not much that can fit in this tiny room, just an old wooden desk covered with dust, a few shelves with moldy jars and two occupied wooden chairs seated on ether side of the desk. One of these occupants was a young wizard no older than sixteen. He had very pale skin, platinum blonde hair that fell loosely over his icy blue eyes and a handsome face which was always concealed behind a twisted, evil smirk. The other occupant was a dark lord who had piercing snake like eyes, narrow slits used for nostrils and his skin was an unnatural silvery grey which made him look quite a few years older than he actually was.

"What's the meaning of this Malfoy?" shouted the Voldermort.

"It's not my fault, my lord! Snape had already killed Dumbledore before I could even think of doing it!" Replied Draco

"Don't you dare try and blame this on Snape! He is my most trusted ally and if it wasn't for his generosity you wouldn't even be here!"

Draco looked away. He remembered that night at Hogwarts only too well. Draco had his wand pointed straight at a defenseless Dumbledore. "Kill him, kill him. KILL HIM!" shouted the little voice in his head, but his throat went dry and he couldn't bring himself to say the two words that would change everything.

"It won't happen again my lord." Draco mumbled as he was still trying to avoid the eyes of the wizard in from of him.

"It better not happened again!" stated Voldermort sternly.

Draco couldn't avoid his eyes any longer. He had to stare into them, lose his soul in them and without another word said, Voldermort let out a very rare sigh.

"Draco, it seems that I have grown a soft spot for you, so I'll give you one last chance to prove yourself."

"Oh! Thank you! Thank you, my lord!"

"Silence, I have a very important task for you, now listen closely." The dark lord said in a slight whisper.

Draco closed the creaky door of the tiny stone room. He knew what he had to do, it wasn't going to be easy, but Draco was going to do it none the less. He started walking down the long deserted hallway, just gliding along, wondering to where ever his legs were taking him, when all of a sudden the sound of running footsteps filled Draco's ears fallowed by and earth-shattering scream.

"Draco? DRACO!" the voice screeched.

Draco turned around only to find the dim-witted Pansy Perkinson running down the hall like her life depended on it.

"Oh! Draco! I though I'd lost you!" shrieked Pansy as she pulled Draco in a rib crushing hug with her blob of black hair flying everywhere.

"PANSY, GET OFF ME!" shouted Drcao while he tried to push Pansy off of him.

"I'm tired and I just need to think things over… alone."

Draco saw the way Pansy's face fell and a new feeling had arrived. No it wasn't love, it was sympathy. He, himself, the great Draco Malfoy actually felt sorry for the way he had acted, for the first time in his life, but he couldn't do it. Draco just couldn't say he was sorry.

"Pansy I… I have to go" and without another word Draco continued on his way, leaving Pansy behind him, speechless.

"What was with me lately?" Draco thought, while he was making his way home. "I haven't been my old rude self, since that night at Hogwarts! I looked into Dumbledore's eyes and for some reason he had never felt the same since?"

Draco decided, then and there that he should go home and take a nice long nap. Clear his mind and perhaps when he woke up from this idiotic nightmare, everything would go back to normal, but if life was like that, there won't be a reason for this story.