Tick. Tock.
'Bloody hell.'
Slowly dragging his eyes away from the grandfather clock Draco once again gave his seating room a once over. The furniture and curtains were the same as they
had always been but no one could ignore the mustiness that now occupied every crevice of the Manor.
Since the beginning of the school year Voldemort had entrusted the up keeping of the Death Eater agenda at Hogwarts to Draco. To say that he was happy to be given such a task would be a blatant lie. How could he want such a responsibility when failure meant the death of his family? No. The Malfoy heir was tired of having death threats constantly looming over his head. His life would be better if he could remain in the shadows of other Death Eaters with no special recognition from Voldemort. There were more important things than raising himself above the other Death Eaters. If only his father thought the same way…
'How much longer do I have to wait here?' Again, he made a quick glance at the clock, 'What could they be talking about?'
"Draco."
The steely whisper cut through his thoughts as Draco rigidly stood up and made his way to his father's study. He let himself in, made a deep bow to his Lord, ignored his father and sat in the only chair left.
Voldemort barely acknowledged his presence before his eyes flit back to Lucius,"I am tired of waiting for… results."
Draco could feel the serpentine stare on him but he did not dare avert his gaze from the window.
"My lord, I assure you that Potter will be found," Lucius began to explain the mission's failure, "There will be no need for Bellatrix to interfere. I assure—"
"SILENCE." Behind steepled fingers Voldemort sneered at Lucius, "You have been given many chances, Lucius. I believe it is time for me to be true to my word and dispose of a certain witch."
The words which he had long feared rang in Draco's ears as his attention was finally brought to the current conversation. There was but one witch who truly mattered to the Malfoy men—or rather, to Draco. After all he had done he could not let his father's incompetence sentence his mother to death. Images of her—the only person left who he cared about—clouded his mind. Draco had to act fast and before his mind caught up with his mouth the fate-sealing words already had left his lips.
"I will find them," staring at Voldemort Draco continued, "I will succeed where my father has failed."
Silence.
Tick. Tock.
The Dark Lord's pupils constricted as a fragment of light caught his eyes. Taking his time, he examined the blond-haired boy before him.
"And how will I know that you will not turn out to be a disappointment like your father, young Malfoy?"
With eyes that were blank of all emotion Draco stood before his greatest fear, "I will do what even you, Lord, have neglected to do."
"Avada Kedavra."
Tick. Tock.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hey there! I would just like to thank everyone that has read these first two chapters. I know, they are pretty short, but once the plot picks up the chapters will also increase in length. Of course, if you guys prefer shorter chapters that's okay too. Again, thanks for reading and don't be hesitant to review with constructive criticism!
