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Prologue
Her heels echoed off the walls, the sound muffled by the downpour. The woman kept her head down, her cloak protecting her face, where bold red lips and pale cheeks kept their identity secret. She held hands with a young man. His posture appeared stoic, his face was grim. Droplets trailed down his face and his blonde hair limp on his forehead. Like the woman in front of him, he also adorned in black. The woman looked over her shoulder and she reached back for his hand, her slender fingers glowed in the dusk and the young man held tight.
"Keep your head high, my darling. This will be over soon" She said, there was a slight tremble in her voice. The young man kept quiet, his posture drooped slightly, he sighed resignedly.
"Draco" she turned towards him, "talk to me please, I need to know how you're feeling."
Draco looked up. "Mother, I am fine. This is my duty remember, they are inferior. It means nothing to me"
Narcissa stared into his eyes, hoping for some sort of waver, some internal affliction her son was potentially feeling. But she saw nothing. She turned and continued walking. The street was growing darker and windows begun to throw a yellow glow onto the cobbled street. Scenes of families played behind curtains and panes, people were having dinner, reading books and others preparing for bed. Conversations and music drifted out onto the street, and for a short moment Draco almost forgot about the terrors waiting ahead.
It had been months since he had time to sit and read a book, or have dinner without a Death Eater or two joining after a hard days work rounding up Mudbloods, half-bloods and those who rebelled against the regime.
For a boy of eighteen, he looked closer to twenty-five. The conflicts had aged them all, his once lean flawless skin was now a canvas of war. Scars of all shapes and sizes marred his pale skin each accompanied with their own horrors. His hair had grown out, it hung around his shoulders and despite the resemblance to his father, Draco did not have the heart to cut it. Why try and change back to the short clean cut of his youth. The war had changed him, what once small amount of humour, hope, and life he had in his years at Hogwarts was all but gone.
They were so convinced the Order were going to overcome, for a while he was even relieved with the thought. Yet Voldemort overcame, bringing in followers from Eastern Europe and beyond, he infiltrated the ministry and the real horrors began. There were rumors flying around, that Voldemort had yet a new and improved plan on how to deal with the 'vermin' that plagued magical society. Only few so far knew the exact details, one being Aunt Bella who pranced around his house gleefully gushing about such events which she (ever so sadly) could not tell. Her glee was abated fast with the invite of the Malfoys to a private meeting with the Dark Lord himself. He had requested for Draco specifically.
Narcissa knocked on the large double doors and stepped back. The building was nothing special, a modern townhouse, greying walls merged into other townhouses to the left and right. It was a strange place to hold a meeting, but in such chaotic times, to be unpredictable was safer. The door creaked and opened, and a silhouette of a man shadowed the doorway. He held his wand high in anticipation.
"Good evening Narcissa" the man greeted.
"Roldophus, I presume my husband is already here" she replied, her tone was sharp.
"Arrived a while ago, come in" He moved out of the light and into the foyer. The foyer was cold and empty. The house appeared to be a temporary settlement. Draco followed behind his mother silently, with Roldophus taking the lead. They came to a staircase and began to climb, the first floor appeared to be empty and they continued on. The second was slightly creepier, a mournful wailing could be heard behind closed doors, it smelt damp and mold was covering the walls. Draco crinkled his nose in distaste and continued on.
The next floor held the congregation, a long table was placed in the middle. At the head sat Voldemort, Nagini was curled up on the table in front of him, eying the new arrivals.
"My Lord" Roldophus said bowing his head slightly "Narcissa and Draco Malfoy have arrived."
Voldemort slowly stood, his skeletal arms held out in welcome. "Come in Narcissa, Draco" He breathed. His voice quiet but powerful, his red eyes gazed upon their entry. It appeared as an invite, but Draco knew better. It was an order.
The three approached the table, Roldophus taking place next to Bellatrix and the two Malfoys besides Lucius. There were only ten at the table, including Nagini. What was to be discussed was only for the most loyal and respected Death Eaters.
"Now that we have all arrived" Voldemort began. Draco noticed Bellatrix inch forwards in anticipation. "I have finally finished all the details of my new regime. As you know we have had total control of the Ministry and Britain for the past year, however, the Order is slowly regaining power and convincing more to join their side."
A few at the table spat in disgust, Bella cried out "kill them!" Nagini lifted her head and hissed loudly, the table took this as their queue to quiet again.
"Nevertheless," he continued "I have spent many months, trialing a new method of subduing those who oppose, many efforts were made, and many died in trial. In the end, it worked. Roldolphus, if you please" Voldemort motioned to a door to the right of the room. Roldophus got up quickly and headed to the door. It reopened and a person floated through the door and into the room with Roldolphus at the rear, his wand held high towards the person.
It was a young woman, her skin bore months of torture and deprivation. Her face was sallow and she looked over the crowd with wide terrified eyes. She floated towards the middle of the table and stopped, Roldolphus sat down. All eyes turned from the woman back to Voldemort.
"Eleanor Revesby" He began "A half-blood from Kent. Rowle captured her a few months ago trying to hide her children from the raids. My regime involves a new form of oppression, the removal of ones' magic-"
"M-my Lord" Bellatrix bowed her head and whimpered.
"What is it fool?" He sneered, clearly annoyed at the interruption.
"How can you remove ones magic?" She queried, her eyes shifting between Eleanor and Voldemort.
"Our magical abilities are attached to our cores, it is its own living life form, connected to ours. It lives off us, just as we live off it. A form of energy evolved over centuries to become part of our lives. After much deliberation I have been able to create a spell that separates the magical energy from the beings core."
"What happens to the being?" Lucius enquired.
"I will show you" He stated.
Voldemort lifted his wand towards Eleanor, his eyes flashed red and he drew a short but complex pattern with his wand, the tip of his wand began to glow red. Suddenly, he cried "Abscindo Magicae!" Eleanor's body fell to the table and she began to convulse, her screams pierced the air and a fair few at the table cringed, moving their chairs back ever so slightly. Voldemort muttered a quick "Silencio".
Despite the sudden silence the pain was evident, her back was arched and spasms wracked her frail body. One of her legs twisted underneath her, moving at a wrong angle and bruising fast. Her mouth was open mid-scream, she had bitten down on her tongue and blood pooled in the corners. It was black in colour and suggested deep internal injury. Her eyes were squeezed shut with tears streaming down her face. Her skin was clammy and a sheen of sweat spread across her forehead.
The group watched on as a red light began to glow around her body. Suddenly her body went rigid and a red ball of light left her mouth, it floated above her mouth, crackling and alive. Voldemort summoned it with his wand and forced it into a vile. The magic hummed inside, pushing against the sides of the vile, determined to be released.
Eleanor's body went limp and Voldemort lifted the silencing charm. She had lost consciousness. Everyone stared, the group seemed slightly in shock, besides Bellatrix. She began cackling and prodded the woman with her wand.
"She is now a mere squib, useless to our world. Just like she always was meant to be" Voldemort stated "I will be teaching a select group of you how to administer this spell. As we speak camps are being set up across the country where we will start sending all the inferiors of our society. From there we will begin to remove their magic."
"Why not just kill them all" Bellatrix gushed, she leant forwards, placing her hand on Voldemort's arm. He looked down at her hand in disgust and she quickly removed it and placed it back on her lap.
"Because despite tainting our society we can use them to better ourselves, slave labour" He replied.
The table murmured in agreement.
"And what will we do with all the stored up magic?" Roldophus asked.
"It will be held in a secret location, I have further use of the excess magic, something to help maintain power" His face showed determination, he would not be beaten.
"Draco" Voldemort faced him, "You are one of my youngest followers and thus I believe that it is your duty to be one of the oppressors. What say you?" He stared at Draco intently.
Draco gulped and hesitated. He felt his father nudge him under the table coercing him to reply.
"I would be honored my Lord" He replied
"You made the right decision, now Lucius, we will need to use Malfoy Manor as a training ground for the select few to practice on people without interruption."
"O-of course my Lord" Lucius stuttered. Draco looked down and rolled his eyes slightly, his father was a disgrace to the name of Malfoy. He acted to loyal and proud of his beliefs yet cowered under the gaze of the Dark Lord, it was a miracle that Voldemort looked past his father's stupidity to allow him to step up in the ranks so quickly.
Voldemort rose and looked down at Eleanor, still limp and out on the table.
"Draco, kill her" He ordered.
Narcissa inhaled a sharp breathe and looked at Draco with wide eyes. His father looked on, attempting to conceal his relief, relief that he wasn't ordered to do the job. Draco remained impassive, she was beneath him, dirty, she wasn't worth a second thought.
He pulled his wand out, glaring down at her body and yelled the killing curse. The room was overcome with green light and the woman's chest stopped rising and falling. Voldemort turned and began towards the door. "Come, Nagini" He called. She left the table and slithered after her master.
"You bring pride to the name of Malfoy, my nephew" Bellatrix cooed "although you could try playing with your victim, leaves more satisfaction" She added as an afterthought.
The room began to clear out, yet Draco remained, staring down at the lifeless form. He had killed before, but this was the first he had killed that hadn't been able to retaliate. Her magic was gone, if alive she would have gone from a magical being to living like a squib for the rest of her existence. How miserable. Voldemort really had outdone himself on being the most sadistic, evil person to walk the Earth.
"Draco, let's go" Narcissa called, she and Lucius were waiting at the door. He walked slowly over to the door, following in their wake. He turned one last time at her lifeless body. He wondered who was going to dispose of her body, what did they do to her children and her husband? He thought.
He turned around.
Wait a minute he thought.
I couldn't care less.
Been a while since I have written any fanfiction, so excuse any awkwardness but my style is rusty. Trialing a new concept, hoping that this will lead into something more so we shall see. Let me know if you like it.