Disclaimer: Oh Merlin, must I say this again? Yes? Well, Harry Potter is not mine, what'd you expect? J.K. Rowling? Puh-Lease!

NOTE: No relation to Deathly Hallows.

A/N: Thank you to the lovely people who have reviewed -hands out cookies to reviewers-.


Chapter Seven

His face, bare chest and arms itched of morning sun. He turned over to let his back soak it up instead, not making matters any better for himself. Groggily he lifted himself from his oh so comfortable bed to pull the curtains.

Once he was halfway to the window it dawned on him that, oh-em-gee, he could have just used his wand. He glared at the window and looked behind him to where his wand lay tauntingly beside his bed. Shaking his head he pulled at the curtain, squinting as his eyes watered from the brightness. He looked down at the garden where a dark figure ran up the path to the house. He squinted harder trying to make out the figure as he pressed his forehead to the glass. Once his nose was pressed up against the glass, he realized just how ridiculous and stupid he looked and quickly removed his face from the window.

Pulling the curtains with force he let them block the light. He didn't think about the person running up the path much as he plunked down onto his bed to enjoy any extra bit of sleep he could get.

Not five minutes later there was a knock at the door.

"Enempff." he muttered incoherently as he put his pillow over his head. He heard the the door open, the sound muffled by the pillow on his face.

He heard his mothers voice as she sat down gently on the edge of his bed and shook him gently. "Draco, Draco darling, they need you downstairs. Put on your cloak and bring your mask." she spoke softly and tenderly.

He quickly threw the pillow off himself, "What?" he asked incredulously.

"You heard me, they want you downstairs, hurry." she said, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"Death Eater business? This early?" he asked as his mother was turning around to leave. She turned towards him.

"Yes." she nodded. "Remember, downstairs, immediately." she said as she turned and left.

Draco sat, questioning look on his face. It dawned on him, "Shit." he cursed as he practically ran out of his bed.

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He stood along the others wearing the same attire, the same cloak, the same mask. He was just another one of them, nothing to differentiate him among the crowd. But soon, he knew he'd be the one to stand out.

They were all here for the same reason, it was obvious what it was once you looked to the front of the room. A body lay on a table surrounded by pillows and blankets that were arranged to be comfortable to the dead that laid upon. Comfortable for the dead because they were all stupid idiots that didn't realize that dead people didn't feel and if they just threw his body on the floor, he wouldn't come back to life to haunt their sad pathetic lives.

The room was filled with mutters and whispers and nobody dared cry because they were too mean, too evil and too strong to show such "weak" emotions. Draco on the other hand, just didn't give a damn.

He was cranky and tired, that's what you got when you woke him up early. He was in no mood to deal with such stupidity and it was only a matter of time before he felt like kicking somebody's arse, especially once they all found out what was to come. They would either bombard him with questions, praise him, or stand there for another hour before anything registered their brains.

Was he calling these men, because let's face it the only female here was Bellatrix, stupid? You bet your darn skippy he was.

Avery walked into the room, emerald green envelope in hand. "Listen up you ruddy excuses for Death Eaters!" he yelled as he went to the front of the room, standing next to the body. "I have our Lord's will!"

The room went into applause, grunts, woops, stomps and just about any other sign of barbaric pleasure. Draco rolled his eyes. These people act like five year olds. Heck! Five year olds act better than this!

"GET ON WITH IT!" Bellatrix shrieked from her corner of the room.

Avery sent her a glare but opened the envelope none the less. Unfolding the letter he read it to himself then paused and raised an eyebrow at the letter.

"What does it say?" someone asked.

"Well, it's fairly short." Avery responded and cleared his throat and read from the paper. "'If you are reading this than I am dead and I want to know why the fuck didn't you stupid lot try to keep me alive! None the less, there must be someone to take my place, my possessions and my army of Death Eaters. That position I give to none other than Draco Malfoy.'" Avery looked up from the letter as he folded it closed.

The room was silent as they all stared at Draco.

After a few moments of silence, Draco thought of the only proper thing to say. "That's right, bow down to me bitches." he smirked as he walked up to where Avery was standing.

"But he's a child!" Bellatrix yelled. "I should have been it, I should have been IT!" she stomped and stormed as she threw her tantrum.

"Bellatrix, shut up you hag!" Lucius Malfoy said as he stepped beside her.

"Watch me curse you into oblivion! How the bloody hell can you be okay with this?"

"I AM NOT! I should have been it." he folded his arms.

She snorted, "Only in your dreams."

"Obviously!" someone yelled pointedly from the back of the room and chuckles erupted.

"You're not fit to be our Lord! The same boy who couldn't kill Dumbledore!" Lucius yelled at his son. "I will not bow down to you, nor follow your orders."

Draco grinned and folded his arms, "Then you can fuck off."

Lucius gaped and then regained composure. "So disrespectful to your own father!"

"Don't blame me, I learned from you." he smirked. "For those who don't like the fact that I'm the new Lord," Draco began, addressing the room "Well, you're just going to have to shut up, suck it up and take it. No whining or complaining from any of you. Those thinking I can't handle this, watch me prove you wrong." he folded his arms. "You can all leave." everyone stood staring at him, "Merlin! Do I really have to repeat things twice? I said LEAVE!" once the second command was ordered, people began to listen and head towards the exit.

Before exiting Blaise Zabini took off his mask. "Congrats man." he said as he knuckle bumped Draco. Draco nodded in appreciation. "So how does it feel?"

Draco shrugged.

"Oh come on, you get to control the masses! Crowds of people, following your orders, bowing down to you, praising you. It's gotta be the life."

"Maybe." Draco laughed. "Too bad they're all idiots."

"Oh come on! Voldemort wouldn't have an army of just retards, there's a couple smart ones. They all can do their jobs."

"Killing?"

"Well that's what was wanted. You can change it now if you hate it so much. You're the man now after all. There's probably some big drinking party for you later, must find out where that'll be." he grinned, "I'll talk to you later."

"Alright, later."

"See you." once Blaise left he looked around. The room had actually cleared out, not even his father or Bellatrix had lingered. No one was left but himself.

He sighed as he looked around. Now this hell hole was his. The thing he hated most was now his. Ironic isn't it? Amazing how things work out. Blaise had a point though. He was ''The Man'' now and he could bend and break the rules any which way he wanted.

This opened up a world of possibilities... and he couldn't wait to get a hold of them all.


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