Late august afternoons are typically warm, spent outside in shorts and tank tops. In wizarding families a quick game of quidditch and exploding snap or wizards chess.
However late august afternoons spent with the dark lord residing in your house tend to not be so luxurious.
Draco Malfoy sat besides his mother, avoiding all eye contact with anyone at the excessively long table filled with loyal death eaters, this meeting would contain some form of torture to someone in the room as did every most meetings that summer, but Malfoy didn't dare hope that today would differ. He'd seen ex-students, people he knew, the kindest of hufflepuffs and the cruelest of slytherins, even a professor or two tortured and killed on that table. His aunt always seems to enjoy these meetings, she seemed to orgasm as Nagini poisoned, she moaned as robes stained red, grinned as Voldemort lit the room green with magic and cackled as victims screamed for help.
Today however, Draco would be the victim to Voldemort's attack.
"Malfoy" Voldemort hissed "your father failed me, he is now in Azkaban, the effort to punish him directly would never be worth it"
Draco looked over in fear, the voice that belonged to Voldemort was snake-like and cruel, it filled anyone in the room with terror. Pettigrew who sat behind the door way had a sadistic grin and his silver hand twitched in delight.
"Pettigrew, fetch him" Voldemort ordered "you see Draco, my issue is not with you, however, daddy dearest would not care if i crucioed you, or killed you, or even if i killed your dear mother, however, if I soiled his precious blood? that would do more than aggravate him, that would serve as the perfect punishment for his wrong doings."
Bellatrix cackled, as if she loved the plan she was yet to hear. Narcissa frowned and turned her head to Voldemort pleadingly.
"my lord, please do no take my husbands sins out on my son, he is innocent and has never let you down, hurt me, please my lord, do not hurt-"
"Narcissa, quit your grovelling, Lucious deserves whatever our lord decides is fitting for his crimes" Bellatrix claims
"but does Draco?" Narcissa begs her sister
"our lord is fair, sister, he will get nothing he does not deserve"
"Trixie, please" she begs, tears filling her usually cold mercury eyes
Draco looks again towards the door, the lone figure of Pettigrew had now turned into a tall demonic looking guy with red eyes and dark slicked back hair, scarred skin and wearing only a dark coat and dark trousers, his feet were bare, his hands clawed and his mouth grinning.
"I see you have brought him Pettigrew, Draco, meet Fenrir, he's a good friend of mine, i offer recruits for his and his wolves loyalty, you may have heard of him, the papers have made several articles on his ruthlessness" Voldemort says bringing his hands together and smiling sourly at the Malfoy teen
Draco gasped and looked down knowing better than to plead, it only made him harsher.
Fenrir made his way towards the boy, grabbed his neck and pulled him to his feet, Draco let out a gasp and tried to step away.
"Struggling? I like it when they struggle, it makes it so much more fun" Fenrir growls
Draco flinches but stays still, hoping it will be over soon
"Fenrir, the boys in school, try to not make it too obvious, we still need him in school in case we need an unsuspicious member at Hogwarts" Voldemort comments
Fenrir raises his claw to Draco's chest, pulling apart his robe tearing through the silk top and leaving a small scratch on his skin.
He pulls his hand away and forces his claws deep into Draco's chest. He gasped and fell limp in fenir's hand. Fenrir pushes the boy and leaves the boy, withering in pain on the floor.
"I think that calls this meeting to an end, remember dear followers, if you don't want your bloodline spoiled, don't disappoint me as Lucius did, dismissed '' Voldemort calls standing as every death eater begins to leave "Malfoy? Clean him up, make sure he's ready for school next week. Bellatrix? Meet me in my quarters in half an hour"
"Yes my lord" Bellatrix says seductively.
Only Draco and Narcissa remained. Narcissa's eyes filled with tears as she cradled Draco's head in her lap, begging for him not to transform the next day.