The Boy Who Lived, Loved and Saved-Not Only the Wizarding World, but the Muggle World as Well

By Raekitty13

Declaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or any other ideas created and copyrighted by JK Rowling.

A/N: Ohmigosh! I went back and reread my chapters and I'm sorry for all of the mistakes! Honestly my English teacher would be devastated! I'm not that great with grammar and stuff like that, I'm lucky I can understand half of our English Language… and I'm a native speaker! LOL! Anyway, this chapter is going to give the story a whole new twist. Fasten your seat belts ladies and gentlemen, we're going over to the Dark Side!

Chapter 4-Working for the Dark Lord

What had had he been thinking? He'd screwed up big time in the past… but this time he was going to pay for it! Lord Voldemort was going to be angry.

Not only had he entered the damned store and demanded where Potter was, but he was booted out of the place by none other than that filthy Mud-Blood, Hermione Granger…or was it Weasley these days? Not to mention that along the way he had used the Dark Lord's name in vain. And what did Mr. Draco Malfoy the screw up have to show for it?

A damned talking, spitting, ugly Harry Potter Doll! That's what! Even his little four-year-old daughter was going to be ashamed of him! Only his wife, Pansy, believed in him. What was the point of having children if they didn't obey you or worship you? It was all Pansy's idea, saying she wanted to see little Dracos running around. That woman could get him to do anything with the right words anymore…

Crabbe was right, he was becoming too sentimental. Neither Crab nor Goyle were married, they had plenty of girlfriends, but they weren't tied together with a magical bond created by some round piece of metal. Lucky them. They no longer worked under Draco. He had been demoted. The Dark Lord valued idiots that couldn't read nor write yet he threw Draco aside as if he were an old, useless toy.

Draco didn't know what to do. If couldn't get his act together he'd be killed like his mother. Voldemort hadn't liked Narcissa's idea of getting Snape involved. (Snape was always such a push over anyway.) Hell, Draco wasn't even supposed to be alive now. Dumbledore was supposed to have killed him. But all thanks to the Half-Blood Prince he was still alive. What was Snape playing at anyway? Saving boys on both sides of the war.

"Daddy, did you bring me anything?" His daughter asked him as he walking in the front door. "Like Harry Potter's head?"

"No," Draco started. "Actually, Draca. Daddy bought you a Harry Potter Doll."

"What would I want with slim like this?" Draca asked taking the doll from her father.

"Use your imagination, Sweety." He replied.

"Voodoo!" Draca said happily racing past her mother who was entering the room.

"Draco, hunny!" Pansy said sweetly. "How was your day, darling?"

Draco replied by pulling her close and placing a kiss on her lips. As he pulled away Pansy giggled girlishly. "Today was horrible, he said."

"For you or Potter?" Pansy asked.

Draco thought on it for awhile. "Both of us. He got away, but he's badly hurt."

"Daddy! You're lying again!" Draca said suddenly at his feet again. "When ever you lie your eyes look funny."

"Draca, go and play with your new toy Daddy bought you," Pansy said. "Lord Voldemort is going to want to see you after dinner, which will be ready in twenty minutes, Draco."

Draco nodded and headed to his office. He was screwed and he knew it. If his four-year-old daughter could tell when he was lying there was no way he'd be able to fool the Dark Lord. He'd have to admit to failure, again.

He should have taken Dumbledore up on his offer for safety. He wouldn't be working for Lord Voldemort, he'd still have his mother and his father would have been out of Azkaban before he died, before Voldemort had taken control of the dementors. He wouldn't be about to die a moron to his daughter.

"Arghh!" Draco moaned. The Dark Mark on his arm was burning; the Dark Lord was calling. "Hunny, I have to skip dinner."

Draco apparited out of his office. The black darkness around him was hot and suffocating. The closer he got to his destination the hotter the darkness became. It was as if the atmosphere around him was warning Draco of Voldemort's furry.

But as Draco spun to a stop and was standing in front of Lord Voldemort he realized how weak the humidity from his apparit was compared to his master's actual wrath.

"Draco." Lord Voldemort hissed. "Where should I start?"

Draco simply bowed down to his master. He was almost kissing his feet, but he neither raised from his position nor went down any farther. Begging for mercy would get a man killed instantly.

"All right. Let's start with the worst, shall we?" There was pure venom dripping from the Dark Lord's voice. "I suppose for you, it would have been when Mrs. Weasley shunned you out of that shop?"

Draco didn't move.

"You are no longer able to call yourself a man. Isn't it true that Mrs. Weasley is a Mud-Blood, Draco?" Lord Voldemort waited for a reply.

Still Draco said nothing.

"ANSWER ME!" He shouted reaching for Draco's neck.

"Yes, sir… She is… Muggle Born..." Draco said, gasping for breath.

Voldemort threw him to the ground. "Than you can no longer consider yourself a man or a wizard.

"You also used my name in vain. Is that true?" Lord Voldemort had gone back to hissing like a snake. The venom was literally dripping off of his fangs.

Draco, askew across the ground sat up and hung his head in shame. "Yes, sir." His breathing was still coming in gasps from being strangled.

"Did you find Potter?" Voldemort's voice could no longer hold the poison; it was dripping onto the floor.

"Maybe."

"DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME, MALFOY!" Voldemort raised his voice to a shout and then he tried to calm himself. His voice came out quiet, slow and clear. "Did you find Potter?"

"No, sir." Malfoy answered.

"You can no longer consider yourself a man, a wizard or a loyal DEATH EATER!" Voldemort said with a deadly calm voice. "And what do you have to show for your indiscretion?"

"Nothing, sir."

"DON'T LIE TO ME!" Voldemort shouted. "I KNOW WHEN YOU'RE LYING. WHAT. DO. YOU. HAVE. TO. SHOW. FOR. YOUR. INDISCRETION, MALFOY?"

"A Potter doll, sir." Malfoy replied ashamed.

"And where is this Potter doll?" Malfoy preferred Voldemort's screaming to his deathly clam and quiet voice.

"I don't have it anymore."

"I didn't ask you if you had it. I asked you where it was."

"I gave it to my daughter."

"Draca?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Has she been branded with the Dark Mark?"

"At birth, sir."

"Liar!" Voldemort hissed. He pulled out his wand. "Now. Try again. Has she been branded with the Dark Mark?"

"No, sir."

"I think it is time she is branded." Voldemort said. "Do you know what she's doing with the doll?"

"Voodoo, sir. She isn't into playing with doll in many other ways. Never has been."

"Voodoo?" Voldemort laughed. "Yes, Draco it is time that Draca is branded and started working for me."

"I don't think her mother will agree." Draco replied.

"Are you joking? Because I don't think it's funny. I think, no. I know you're the one who doesn't want Draca being branded." Voldemort raised his wand. "I think Mr. Draco Malfoy needs to be punished for all of his mistakes, what do you think, Wormtail?"

"Oh yessir! Let me punish him!" Wormtail exclaimed appearing next to his master out of the gloom.

"Have fun with him, Wormtail. But remember, we need him to find Potter." Voldemort said. "And Draco, I want Draca in here the next time you come."

The Dark Lord disappeared and Wormtail stepped forward. The last thing Draco remembered was fumbling for his wand. Wormtail had said something…but what it was he said Draco couldn't remember.

He woke up at home in his bed. Pansy was fluffing his pillows. Draca was playing with the voodoo pins and the Potter Doll on the edge of his bed by his feet. He decided to close his eyes and go back to sleep. He didn't want to open his eyes to all of the disappointment he knew must be waiting for them.

A/N: Sorry, this chapter is kinda short and I might not be able to update for a while. It'll give you guys a chance to do some serious reviews.

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