Imprisonment
Thirty Six
Draco looked up at the camp gates. It was still very early. The early light of dawn was stretching its way across the horizon. He tapped the lock on the gate three times and then slowly the gate opened. He stepped inside closing it behind him.
He held his cloak close to his chest as he strolled past the wooden buildings that housed the prisoners. As he reached what he called the assembly point, a large empty area, he turned right. He entered the only building in the area that looked grand.
Walking through the halls the only sound was the echo of his shoes. He entered his personal office and dropped into his chair. He was shattered. Rubbing his eyes he pulled some paperwork towards himself. He hadn't slept well the pervious night. Imagines of those two girls for some reason haunted his dream. They themselves didn't bother him, but when they turned into Jessamine and Delphinium well then it did.
"Malfoy sir owl just arrived."
He nodded at Crabbe as he dropped the letter onto his desk before turning and heading outside. Looking at the small clock on the wall he knew that the man was going to go give the prisoners a wake up call. Draco though was above those things. He had more important things to do.
His eyes felt heavy. Next thing he knew his head was hitting the desk. Bouncing up he picked up the letter. He recognised the handwriting on it, it was Zabini's. Oh how Draco hated that Blaise Zabini. He and Zabini had never seen eye to eye. They had been in the same year at school, both of course Slytherins. But Zabini had followed Nott around not Draco that had always been something he had held against him.
Then of course when the Dark Lord had shown himself and they had all left school he followed Nott in the Death Eater ways. He wasn't that competent a wizard though. Yes he was better than Crabbe and Goyle but they had the muscle that he didn't. But nobody was wasted by the Dark Lord. No Zabini became like a secretary. Anything official that had to be sent out he did it. That led him to believe he was extremely important to the Dark Lord, he wasn't though.
Shaking his head a little to get his hatred of Zabini out of head he looked at the letter again. It was clearly addressed to him. So turning it over he ripped the seal and a peace of parchment fell onto his desk.
An inspection of the camp will take place today at Mid-day. Expect the Great Dark Lord to be in attendance. Any mishaps will be severely punished.
Draco sat up straight and swore. It was only passed six but this wasn't going to be good. He sent a ball of red fire hurtling out of his office and then sat back. His summoning would do the trick.
Five minutes later there were a large group pushed into his office. He looked at the faces he saw. So many of them from his own past. Crabbe and Goyle stood out the most to him though. His 'people' were the brut force that had once made up the noble house of Slytherin.
"Okay I've just received an owl."
"No you didn't. It came an hour ago."
"He means he just read it idiot."
"I'm not the idiot you are."
"Me! No I'm not."
As it was said Crabbe punched Goyle. Draco raised a hand to his eyes in frustration. He cleared his throat but that had no affect. Removing his hand from over his face he slammed his fists on the desk standing up.
"YOU'RE BOTH IDIOTS! NOW SHUT THE HELL UP."
Everyone turned to look at him. Goyle even turned his head in his direction while still in a headlock.
"Now listen up. The Dark Lord is coming here today. He'll be here in about five hours for an inspection. Although I expect he shall turn up early. I want all the prisoners in the assembly area by eleven thirty. Line them up in the housing groups and make sure there is no noise. Do whatever you need to ensure that."
He dropped back into his chair and waved his hand at the men. They left the room and he once more covered his eyes with his hand. He was sure this was going to be a very long day.
Draco had been correct. The Dark Lord had arrived by eleven fifteen. However he hadn't gone out into the camp. No he had walked straight into Draco's office. Draco had been extremely lucky; he had fallen asleep but awoken five minutes before the arrival.
"My Lord would you like a drink?"
Draco stood up and bowed low as the man entered the room. He didn't hear a reaction as he heard the movement of his seat.
"Fire whisky."
Draco waved his wand and two glass tumblers appeared in mid-air. With another swish they were filled with the Dark Lord's favourite beverage. Draco then lowered himself into the harder chair on the opposite side of the desk and looked at the man.
They were silent for a moment and then the older wizard put his glass down.
"Did you discover anything last night?"
"Yes My Lord. More than we ever dreamt we would."
"Really. Where is the boy?"
"The exact location is still hidden from me, but the place it self will be of interest to you."
"Spit it out Draco."
Draco lowered his glass placing it onto the desk and smiled gently.
"He has been taken by Weasley and Tonks to a school."
"WHAT!"
"Yes my Lord. Now I don't know how many are at this school or where it is. But I do know it is going to be another attempt of the resistance to stop you."
"What makes you believe that Draco?"
"The son of the muggles. He gave me some names. It would seem that Weasley and Tonks are only two of a number of known members of the resistance to be at the school."
The Dark Lord leaned forward in the chair.
"Who else is there?"
"The Weasley girl and Longbottom. Then there's the werewolf Lupin and old professor Flitwick."
"You've impressed me Draco. I thought that you were losing your touch I was wrong."
"Thank you my Lord. There is another thing though."
"Yes."
"The school. They've named it Dumbledore's."
"The fools. They think that by naming themselves after that muggle loving fool they will scare me. I will not scare that easily."
"Yes my Lord."
Draco picked up his glass again. There was something about the great man in front of him that told him it was time for silence. He was sure that the Dark Lord was coming up with a plan to get at the last of the old resistance.