Disclaimer: as for chapter 1.
Chapter 2.
I sat in the Great Hall, fiddling with the bandage on my left forearm. I'd told my friends it was a Dragon burn. My world had been turned upside down on that fateful night of the 31st of August. The Dark Lord had caught me sneaking around the Death Eaters meeting place, and had pressed his wand to my left arm.
"Silence!" Professor Dumbledore called. Everyone fell silent, except for Potter, Weasel and the Mudblood. I suppose that because it's Potter they can get away with it.
"We have reports that Voldemort is making moves to corrupt students at Hogwarts in an attempt to overthrow me so he can have total rule." Dumbledore stated bluntly. "Your Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, is the most recently corrupted person." I shook my head and stood up.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir," I stated clearly. Dumbledore glanced at me in that x-ray way he has.
"Yes, Mr Malfoy?" he said calmly. I swallowed and flicked some of my blond hair out of my eyes. (A/N I sooooo luv that hair and those eyes!)
"Sir, I believe you may be wrong in that fact," I forced out. "Fudge is NOT the most recently initiated." Potter stood up.
"How would you know this, Malfoy?" he called. "Unless of course you are a Death Eater yourself?" I got mad. I flung out my left arm and Potter flew back.
"My father is a Death Eater, my mother is a Death Eater, my Uncle is a Death Eater," I ranted. "So does that automatically make me a Death Eater?"
"Yes it does Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore said furiously. "Voldemort usually prefers children who know, who have grown up under his rule." I snorted.
"Well excuse me!" I shouted. I stormed out of the Great Hall, and promptly ran into a new girl.
"Watch where you're going Malfoy," she hissed. I noticed her eyes had a dark tinge in the whites.
"You're an unwilling Eater," I whispered. She looked at me surprised.
"Yes."
"You are Scorp Zodiac."
"Yes."
"I, as you already may know, am Draco Malfoy. I am considered a bad boy by Potter and therefore by Dumbledore." I grinned. She grinned back.
"I'm a Slytherin. I suppose you are too?"
"Yep."
"Great!" She grabbed my arm, and it felt like electricity went through me.
"You're a Wiccan."
"You can tell?"
"Malfoy habit."
"Oh."
"Come on, I'll take you to the dorm. I don't think I want to show my face."
"I thought Malfoy's were brave."
"You call being a Death Eater being brave? My family is known for following Dark Lords."
"That doesn't make you a coward. You put up with the pain, and the torment your friends and family put you through."
"So do you."
" I'm different. Voldemort posed as my step-father just to get me as a Death Eater. He killed the rest of my family straight after he made me one."
"I'm sorry."
"You shouldn't be."
"I am."
"What would Potter say if his own cousin walked in there holding hands with his enemy?"
"You're his cousin?"
"Half."
"You want to hold my hand?"
" I think you're cute."
"I think you're insane."
"If watching your family die doesn't make you insane, then what does?"
"Good point, well made."
"Thank you."
"Are we going to carry out your plan?"
"Why not?"
She grabbed my hand and squeezed. Together, we walked into the Great Hall.
A/N: Sorry bout the cliffhanger ending, thought I'd make ya wait ;)
Chapter 2.
I sat in the Great Hall, fiddling with the bandage on my left forearm. I'd told my friends it was a Dragon burn. My world had been turned upside down on that fateful night of the 31st of August. The Dark Lord had caught me sneaking around the Death Eaters meeting place, and had pressed his wand to my left arm.
"Silence!" Professor Dumbledore called. Everyone fell silent, except for Potter, Weasel and the Mudblood. I suppose that because it's Potter they can get away with it.
"We have reports that Voldemort is making moves to corrupt students at Hogwarts in an attempt to overthrow me so he can have total rule." Dumbledore stated bluntly. "Your Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, is the most recently corrupted person." I shook my head and stood up.
"Professor Dumbledore, sir," I stated clearly. Dumbledore glanced at me in that x-ray way he has.
"Yes, Mr Malfoy?" he said calmly. I swallowed and flicked some of my blond hair out of my eyes. (A/N I sooooo luv that hair and those eyes!)
"Sir, I believe you may be wrong in that fact," I forced out. "Fudge is NOT the most recently initiated." Potter stood up.
"How would you know this, Malfoy?" he called. "Unless of course you are a Death Eater yourself?" I got mad. I flung out my left arm and Potter flew back.
"My father is a Death Eater, my mother is a Death Eater, my Uncle is a Death Eater," I ranted. "So does that automatically make me a Death Eater?"
"Yes it does Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore said furiously. "Voldemort usually prefers children who know, who have grown up under his rule." I snorted.
"Well excuse me!" I shouted. I stormed out of the Great Hall, and promptly ran into a new girl.
"Watch where you're going Malfoy," she hissed. I noticed her eyes had a dark tinge in the whites.
"You're an unwilling Eater," I whispered. She looked at me surprised.
"Yes."
"You are Scorp Zodiac."
"Yes."
"I, as you already may know, am Draco Malfoy. I am considered a bad boy by Potter and therefore by Dumbledore." I grinned. She grinned back.
"I'm a Slytherin. I suppose you are too?"
"Yep."
"Great!" She grabbed my arm, and it felt like electricity went through me.
"You're a Wiccan."
"You can tell?"
"Malfoy habit."
"Oh."
"Come on, I'll take you to the dorm. I don't think I want to show my face."
"I thought Malfoy's were brave."
"You call being a Death Eater being brave? My family is known for following Dark Lords."
"That doesn't make you a coward. You put up with the pain, and the torment your friends and family put you through."
"So do you."
" I'm different. Voldemort posed as my step-father just to get me as a Death Eater. He killed the rest of my family straight after he made me one."
"I'm sorry."
"You shouldn't be."
"I am."
"What would Potter say if his own cousin walked in there holding hands with his enemy?"
"You're his cousin?"
"Half."
"You want to hold my hand?"
" I think you're cute."
"I think you're insane."
"If watching your family die doesn't make you insane, then what does?"
"Good point, well made."
"Thank you."
"Are we going to carry out your plan?"
"Why not?"
She grabbed my hand and squeezed. Together, we walked into the Great Hall.
A/N: Sorry bout the cliffhanger ending, thought I'd make ya wait ;)