Lord Voldermort
The new recruits were terrified as they were blindfolded in the dark, nearly pitch black room minus a dozen candles lining either side of the walls. Bellatrix' laugh rang out through the room as everything went black.
"We're off to see the wizard, the darkest wizard of all." She sings happily as they lead the recruits, Draco included, into the next room.
"Bring the first recruit forward." The Dark Lord orders, Draco stepping forth. "Ah, another Malfoy. I am impressed." Draco shakes as his blindfold is removed, his eyes exposed to the Dark Lord. His temples pound in pain as he feels his mind being searched.
"I don't care what your father thinks. He is vile and cruel. You are pathetic."
The blood gushing out of his nose as Hermione punches it.
The tears streaming down a young boy's face as he hears his parents argue about his father's Dark Mark.
The butterflies as he leans in for his first kiss, being nothing as he had expected from Pansy, soft and gentle.
"Interesting" The Dark Lord speaks, "But he is loyal. Welcome to the Death Eaters. Next."
The next recruit walks up, the Dark Lord searches through his mind. "Trying to hide something from me? Kill him."
Draco shivers at the thought, the young wizard sentenced to death being only a few years older than himself. What had he gotten himself into.