I love the Voldemort scenes in the books so it was only a matter of time when I'd write my first FF about him. Though I am always rather afraid of meddling with my favorite characters, I felt so much like writing this scene when it popped in my head I simply went with it, trying to stay in Voldemort's character. It's not a very long scene, but I also don't feel like Voldemort would be the guy who makes many words about such things.
Please also note I am no native speaker. And now enjoy :D
Draco was kneeling beneath his master, careful not to look up.
'You may rise', said the cold, high-pitched voice.
Draco slowly rised his head. Lord Voldemort was standing in front of him and his mother. In his cold eyes he could read that the Dark Lord would show no mercy. Draco didn't dare to move, barely breathed.
'Your father has brought grave disgrave over your family name', he heard him say from above. 'He has failed in obtaining the prophecy. He is responsible for my exposure. He payed. I have no interest in releasing him from Azkaban.'
Still, Draco hadn't moved. He felt his whole body shaking and forced himself in standing straight.
'I still give you a chance, Draco. Fulfill the task I will give you, and I shall rescue your father. Your family's honour will be restored. Fail to do so, and I will punish you all... severly.'
Draco looked into the cold eyes, both servile and afraid. He felt his mother stepping a little closer to him. Neither of them spoke. The Dark Lord looked from one to the other, before he went on.
'You will be honoured with the most precious task I have to award.'
There was a pause.
'I want you to kill Albus Dumbledore.'
Draco's heart pounded hardly. Surely he hadn't heard correctly, surely he had misunderstood... It had to be this way... He couldn't be serious... But he was...
'My lord?', he heard his mum whisper.
The Dark Lord eyed her coldly. 'Feel honoured, Narcissa. I wouldn't trust many with this.'
He turned to Draco. 'I need Dumbledore out of the way. I have decided you shall be the one to carry out the deed. As I have told you before, if you succed I will honour you beyond everyone else.'
Draco didn't speak. 'Draco', the Dark Lord hissed and Draco knew he expected an answer. 'Yes, my Lord', he croaked, 'I will... do it.'
'You better should', said the cold, high voice. 'Crucio!'
Pain penetrated his body, he heard his own shrieks, mixing with the ones of his mother, he wanted it to stop, he wanted to be killed, and against his will, tears flickered down his cheeks, and he forgot where he was...
And then it stopped, out of sudden, it stopped. Lord Voldemort lowered his wand. 'A little taste of what will happen if you should fail', he whispered, 'Lord Voldemort doesn't forgive misstakes easily... Do it, Draco, or you will be killed. Do it, or I will kill your entire family... You have one year.'
