Okay people, I'm sorry if you don't like this story, but I hope you do.
Anyways, please Read and Review when you are done, I love reviews, even if
they are some constructive criticism. For now, I really don't care about
the grammar, because I'm not worried about it. If the grammar upsets you
too much, I'm sorry. I really only want to see reviews on the actual story.
Background Check:
Draco is in his sixth year at Hogwarts and has a mission granted to him by the Dark Lord. At the moment, not much is going on, except that if he doesn't fufill his mission, the Dark Lord will perform the ol' Avada Kedavra trick on him. Read and Review again!
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"Let me see him." A deep, dark voice called, echoing through the silent, large room. It was filled with men clothed in dark, black cloaks that hid their faces in the shadow of the hoods. The crowd had cleared a section for where a cloaked man walked back and forth, pacing slowly.
Another man, this one also in a black cloak, pushed a shorter cloaked person ahead of him.
"This is him, my Lord." The man said as his son stumbled forward, quickly regaining his balance. The boy stood, stock-still and standing rather tall, barely breathing.
"So this is your beloved son." The Dark Lord realized, stopping to scan the figure standing in front of him. The room was completely dark and silent, and the Dark Lord had everyone's attention. "Nice...very nice...."
The boy did not move an inch.
"Do you know your mission?" The Dark Lord continued, starting to walk in a clockwise circle around the teenager.
"Yes, my Lord," He said quietly, but loud enough for the whole group of Death Eaters to hear. His voice was a bit shaky and had slight inconfidence in it.
"What is it?" The Dark Lord came to a complete stop after he finished his circle, staring at the figure. The boy gasped quietly.
"I must get Hermione Granger to trust me so that I can convert her to the Dark Side," said the boy under the hood.
"Yes." The Dark Lord's voice seemed to haunt everyone that was near him. "And what else?"
"Once I have her trust, I will get her to make Harry Potter to trust me, then betray him," He knew that the last part was necessary for the Dark Lord to hear, "So that he may become vulnerable for an attack on him."
A light chuckle escaped the lips of the Dark Lord, who raised his hands and gently pulled back the hood on the boy, revealing a boy, about sixteen, with platinum blonde hair that shone palely under the light moonlight descending through the windows. His face seemed to match his hair, extremely pale in color. His eyes were a shockingly piercing color gray, that seemed to go on forever.
"Yes, Draco. You are ready."
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Okay, I know it was short, but it's the prolouge pretty much, and I just wanted to let you all see the main thing in the story. Read and Review! Although that may be hard for the prolouge...
Background Check:
Draco is in his sixth year at Hogwarts and has a mission granted to him by the Dark Lord. At the moment, not much is going on, except that if he doesn't fufill his mission, the Dark Lord will perform the ol' Avada Kedavra trick on him. Read and Review again!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Let me see him." A deep, dark voice called, echoing through the silent, large room. It was filled with men clothed in dark, black cloaks that hid their faces in the shadow of the hoods. The crowd had cleared a section for where a cloaked man walked back and forth, pacing slowly.
Another man, this one also in a black cloak, pushed a shorter cloaked person ahead of him.
"This is him, my Lord." The man said as his son stumbled forward, quickly regaining his balance. The boy stood, stock-still and standing rather tall, barely breathing.
"So this is your beloved son." The Dark Lord realized, stopping to scan the figure standing in front of him. The room was completely dark and silent, and the Dark Lord had everyone's attention. "Nice...very nice...."
The boy did not move an inch.
"Do you know your mission?" The Dark Lord continued, starting to walk in a clockwise circle around the teenager.
"Yes, my Lord," He said quietly, but loud enough for the whole group of Death Eaters to hear. His voice was a bit shaky and had slight inconfidence in it.
"What is it?" The Dark Lord came to a complete stop after he finished his circle, staring at the figure. The boy gasped quietly.
"I must get Hermione Granger to trust me so that I can convert her to the Dark Side," said the boy under the hood.
"Yes." The Dark Lord's voice seemed to haunt everyone that was near him. "And what else?"
"Once I have her trust, I will get her to make Harry Potter to trust me, then betray him," He knew that the last part was necessary for the Dark Lord to hear, "So that he may become vulnerable for an attack on him."
A light chuckle escaped the lips of the Dark Lord, who raised his hands and gently pulled back the hood on the boy, revealing a boy, about sixteen, with platinum blonde hair that shone palely under the light moonlight descending through the windows. His face seemed to match his hair, extremely pale in color. His eyes were a shockingly piercing color gray, that seemed to go on forever.
"Yes, Draco. You are ready."
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Okay, I know it was short, but it's the prolouge pretty much, and I just wanted to let you all see the main thing in the story. Read and Review! Although that may be hard for the prolouge...