A/N: Ah...the second part. If you haven't read the first part of this fic, I doubt this part will make much sense to you, but you're welcome to try and prove me wrong. Thanks to all my reviewers from the first part (I read every single one several times, and without them this part wouldn't exist)! *sniffs* Someone wrote a nice review, and didn't put their name! *waves at the mysterious person* Hi! Oh, and netshark: Your review about how The Potion of Immortality could be a rip-off of the Elixir of Life? There're differences...one has to do with what happens if you take both. Ah! *jumps guiltily* I just gave away a huge bit of information, but no matter. Right, onto the story.
Part Two
"The train is stopping. I'm telling you since it appears you haven't noticed yet." Draco always had to talk to them like that, as they had never been able take a hint and he doubted the ability had come to them yet. Draco hauled all of his things into the hallway, and sneered as Crabbe and Goyle followed suit in the exact same manner. When the doors opened, Draco marched out first and muttered a hasty goodbye to Crabbe, Goyle and all of the other Slytherins who had taken the train. He spotted his father leaning casually against his magically enhanced limo nearby; somehow not getting wet from the rain.
"Hello Draco," Lucius Malfoy said with a bit of a frown on his face as Draco approached. "We have to talk, you know. There are some things I think you're ready to...well, let's get in the car before we say anything that might...I don't want to be overheard." Lucius Malfoy raised his voice slightly as he said the last word and several people standing near them cringed and walked away quickly.
Draco and his father got into the back of the limo, Lucius waved at the driver to go, and then he turned to Draco.
"There is a Death Eater's meeting tonight and Voldemort and I have decided you shall attend it." Lucius said this with no emotion, and did not even make eye contact with Draco. Draco perked up a bit, and looked at his father with excitement.
"So what do I have to do, father? Do I have to...pass a test or something??" Draco's eyes gleamed with anticipation at his father's reply, which was anything but what he expected.
"There is nothing you can do except come. The Dark Lord will decide then whether you are...worthy," Lucius said with a hint of annoyance at Draco's questioning. A little put off at his father's lack of interest in what appeared to be a very important event in his life, Draco turned away from his father. Looking out of the window and at the storm, Draco observed how it was growing stronger with every passing minute.
Because their limo was magically engineered to travel faster then any muggle vehicle could, yet have the speed go unnoticed, they arrived home in only a few minutes. The large black gates enclosing their home and yard creaked open to admit them, and the limo pulled up to front of the house. Keen to get away from his father, Draco leapt out of the car and marched quickly to the double door at the front entrance to the mansion. He gave three short taps on the door, waited a few seconds, and strolled through the doors when a house elf opened them.
"Dinner is being in twenty minutes, sir. Just you and your father because your mother is eaten," the elf squeaked in its broken English. Assuming the elf meant that his mother already had eaten dinner, and had not been eaten by a stray dragon, Draco nodded his approval and strutted up to his room. His trunk had already been brought up by one of the elves, and was positioned at the floor near the front of his large king-sized bed. He got took out a silver comb and began readying himself for dinner.
I wonder if my father will have more to say to me about becoming a Death Eater tonight? Maybe there's some code of silence that all Death Eaters take and father was just following it, but somehow I don't think so. I guess I'll just have to wait and see, since by late tonight I should be a Death Eater myself. I wonder what everyone at school would think about that! Potter and his gang probably wouldn't be suprised, but Snape...I don't know about him. I really want to know whether he's a Death Eater or not! Will I find out tonight? Will I ever find out? Draco bit his lip to stop his maddening questions from continuing to swirl around his head. He checked his watch and noticed there wasn't much more time left until he was expected in the dining room.
Draco decided to walk down to the dining room then, rather than risk being late. With one last check in the mirror at his appearance, he strolled out of his room, shutting the door noiselessly behind him. Knocking some things over as he went, so as to have something to yell at the house elves about, Draco went into the dining room and took his usual chair; to the left of the head. A few tense minutes later, his father came in.
For once, Lucius did not look as though he couldn't care less about whom he was sitting with because he had "more important things on his mind." Lucius graciously took his seat at the head and looked around for the nearest elf to scold about lack of service. Before he had a chance to complain, however, one came up to the table, fully weighted down with food to be placed on the table. Another elf came up from behind and took everything out of the other's hands and onto the table. They both scampered away, leaving Draco and Lucius alone together at last.
"We are to go to him directly after eating. I expect you are prepared, Draco." Lucius did not give any hint he was going to tell anymore, and so when Draco responded that he was ready, it was with defeat. Somehow, dinner flew by much quicker than it usually did. Of course it did, whenever you are worried about something to come, it comes even faster. Am I worried about becoming a Death Eater? I shouldn't be. Father is one of the top guys, I shouldn't be nervous.
Silently, Lucius stood up, walked from the table, and made it into the enterance hall. Draco, deciding he was intended to come, followed. As the minutes ticked by, Draco became in a trace-like state, and began to worry less about what was to come. He cleared his throat, letting his father know he was ready, but Lucius did not regard him. They stood in the hallway, staring at the door, for about a half an hour. Finally, right after Draco began to wonder whether his father had gone mad, Lucius twitched.
It was a very peculiar twitch; as though he had been physically harmed or insulted to his face, but it dropped Draco's fears for his father's sanity. Still not speaking, Lucius opened the door and walked to the limo parked outside, taking the keys out of his back pocket as he did so. Again, since he had not been told not to come, Draco followed.
They drove in silence until Lucius said "I wouldn't have driven us here, except you can't aparate. It would be illegal and very dangerous." Draco resisted the urge to grin, as he considered what he was planning on doing in a short time both illegal and dangerous. "I also didn't want to have a servant drive us there because then our secret meeting place wouldn't be a secret."
After a long period of time, Lucius turned right into a driveway Draco hadn't seen until they were already in it. Draco went numb, and everything became a dream. Nothing was real; not the small cabin hidden behind large shrubs; not the man ushering them inside; nothing. Draco heard the dry voice speak as though from far away, and it slowly came closer to him until he was standing only a few feet away from it.
"Welcome to the second new-member joining ceremony since my uprising, " said the cold voice from behind a jewel-encrusted thrown facing away from them. "I expect all who are present to be ready to devote themselves to serving me, and no one else." It was then that Draco noticed he couldn't see the faces of the Death Eaters for there were all wearing masks. However, when he scanned the room more thoroughly, he found that there were many bare-faced people as well; all who were looking terrified. Draco hoped, for his own sake, that he didn't look as scared as they did.
Suddenly, Draco realized he was being pushed by his father nearer the thrown, and so were the other maskless people. Unfortunately for Draco's nerves, he was last in the long line which had formed. Great. Just what I need. I wonder if father could pull me to the front...woah, never mind. He's gone! Draco searched for a very long time, trying to locate his father, but with no success. Someone tapped his shoulder and he almost screamed, but he caught himself at the last second. The tapper was wearing a mask, so Draco couldn't tell who it was. When the tapper greeted him, he knew who it was at once.
"Going to become one of us, huh?" Severus Snape's eyes were glittering with something Draco couldn't read. Maybe it was excitement. Whatever it was, it was something that didn't show up on Snape's face very often.
"Oh, look!" Snape had a sort of insane tone of voice that was becoming more prominent as their one-sided conversation continued. "Your turn has arrived! Good luck...Not that you're going to need it or anything..." Draco was now thoroughly appalled at Snape's attitude, but was highly distracted because it was, in fact, his turn. Saying a hasty farewell to Snape, he cautiously approached the thrown. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for longer than it takes to blink, and stepped around so that Voldemort could see that he was ready.
"Why Draco! Your turn so soon?" Now Draco knew where his father had gone off to. "My Lord, here is my son." Draco wasn't as shocked as most were when they first looked into the eyes of Lord Voldemort, but, no matter how many times his father had told him about Voldemort's horrific appearance, he could not suppress a quick flinch. Voldemort smiled; or at least it looked like he was smiling. Maybe he was just opening his mouth to scare Draco with his unnatural lipless mouth. That sounded like the type of thing Voldemort would do.
"Young Malfoy, ready to become one of mine? Usually I must search for the proper person to teach you the basics, but Lucius here is more than good enough. I hope you'll do as well..." Voldemort did not state that as a question. He was ordering Draco to do as well as his father, which was a bit disturbing to Draco seeing as he hadn't said nor done anything in front of Voldemort yet. This man, he's just..wrong. I don't understand how he can stand in front of me and talk like a normal person can. After everything he's done, every life he's ended...he can still stand before me, nearly a stranger, and smile. I bet he learned how to be fake when he was at Hogwarts faking everyone out to make them like him. Well, he got everyone believing in his innocence except for Dumbledore, but he is putting the "dumb" in his name to use by fighting on the side that will lose. Dumbledore doesn't impress me very much.
"You will begin taking orders passed from me to Lucius in four months, but I expect you to do everything and anything I say without any questions. Hogwarts is nothing to me. Nothing except something that needs destroying." Voldemort had been raving nonstop while Draco had been spacing out. Luckily, Voldemort was so wrapped up in his obsession with his powers that he hadn't noticed. "That is not a priority, however. I have much more important things to work on...yes, much more important...important...much more..." The Dark Lord began to stare off into space with a dreamy look on his face. Draco was afraid to speak up, so he allowed Voldemort to stand frozen with his thoughts for a long time. Finally Lucius, who was also a little annoyed with Voldemort, cleared his throat. Voldemort jerked as if he had been woken up from some grand dream, and was none to happy about it.
"Right. You are to be sworn in tonight, right boy?" Both Draco and Lucius nodded, and Voldemort began to pace back and forth, muttering seemingly random things under his breath. "BWTP should be working things out with GWMP, but it may not go along with our ideas...we can always fall back on that spell...either way we've got BWDP right where we need it. That was a brilliant find of BWTP, even I had not thought that BWDP would have that potion in its blood. Too bad GWMP had to find out too, although I doubt it would figure everything out. It probably doesn't even know...GWMP may just ruin our plans if it squeals to BWDP...but it wouldn't! IT WOULDN'T DARE!! WHAT!?" Draco and Lucius exchanged bemused looks as the Dark Lord continued to pace and ignore them.
Suddenly, Voldemort turned to Draco. "You! I want you to work on this mission for me! Yes, you'd do the job right...get it done fast and easy. Perhaps with some assistance from your father, hmm? You'd like that wouldn't you? Both of you." So far Draco had been following his father's lead and wasn't interrupting, but Draco couldn't help himself.
"Is there some kind of initiation of sorts for me to join the Death Eaters? What is it you want me to do, exactly? Who exactly are BVRP and CDTP?"
"Ah...he speaks. Lucius, I was waiting for this. Why did you tell him not to say anything?" Underneath his mask, Lucius was looking around for some guidence for how to respond to Voldemort, but, of course, there was none to be found.
"I didn't tell him not to respond. He was simply following my lead. Since I did not say anything, he did not say anything." Lucius was disgusted with his answer because it was the truth, and it sounded terrible.
"Oh, I see. Well, I find that a little discouraging, Lucius. I had hoped you were training Draco to be a little more independent than that, but I see I was mistaken. Well, as to answer your questions, young Malfoy, you are not a Death Eater. At least, you are not one yet. I have a paper for you to read, and once you agree to the orders inside it, I will make you an official Death Eater." Voldemort wandered off to get the papers, and Draco stood marveling at how easy it seemed to become a Death Eater. Lucius too was a bit concerned at how simple his master was making it for Draco to join, but knew that it would get harder. "Here we are- Draco, just read through all of these and verbally agree to the terms. We'll go from there." Draco took the papers with a steady, confident hand.
This is too easy, but, of course, I shouldn't complain. All I have to do is verbally agree. I must obey Voldemort and no one else. I must obey all of my superiors, except when it is apparent that they have turned themselves over to the light side and are acting as spies. Well, duh! Voldemort's orders seem easy enough to follow right now...what idiot wouldn't go by these rules naturally? This man has way too much free time! How many pages are here, twenty? There's no way I'm reading all this crap. I'll just skim it...get the important information out of it... Lucius and Voldemort exchanged looks as Draco read through the packet faster than was humanly possible.
"Fast reader, eh? It's okay, young Malfoy, no one reads the boring crap. If you'll draw you're attention to the first and last paragraphs I think everything you need to know is in there." Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. Voldemort was not caring that he hadn't read what was in the papers! Voldemort was acting pretty cool in Draco's opinion, but perhaps he was doing that on purpose to make Draco join him. Voldemort was impossible to figure out, and just trying to gave Draco a headache, so he chose to stop trying. He found a short passage at the end which was headed with "Official Joining Oath: To Be Read Aloud When You Agree to the Above Terms." Since he couldn't do anything except agree with the above terms unless he wanted to die sooner than he was meant to, Draco read aloud the passage.
"I agree to everything that is written above and swear to serve you until I die in your service with honers, or until I am killed for security reasons." Hehe. That sounds like really badly written marriage vows or something...Is that all? There must be something harder. Voldemort would not trust a servant only after they read aloud a short passage- not like he ever truly trusts anyone...how could he?
"Yes, yes. That's all roses and cocktails, but you know there is much more you must do to mean anything, or to gain any trust from me. I can sense it, young Malfoy, you do not understand why this is so easy for you. Must every task be impossibly difficult? Well, you're right. There is more, much more." With that, Voldemort dramatically pulled out his wand and flicked it so that Draco's left forearm was left exposed. Draco looked around in confusion, never having heard about anything to do with arms and becoming a Death Eater.
A feeling of a mixture of power and poison flowed through Draco's body, and he soon forgot to care about what had just mattered so much to him seconds ago. When it seemed that the poisonous part of the mixture was too much for comfort, everything stopped and Draco found himself kneeling on the ground hunched over. Right when he felt like standing up and asking some question, a prickly pain like a thousand shots at once spread over his exposed arm and he watched with amazement as a picture began to develop. It only took several seconds for the Dark Mark to become clear and black on his arm, but before Draco had a chance to really look at it, it vanished.
Lucius looked very pleased with Draco, but gave him a warning look that said all to clearly it was time for Draco to get off the floor. Draco leapt to his feet, and Lucius gave him a reprimanding look. Draco gave his tingling arm one last glance before he pulled his sleeve down to cover it up. Did all Death Eaters go through that? I hope so because whatever happened just then is probably pretty serious. I wonder if father has the Mark inscribed on his arm too...that would be strange, I've never seen it before. Then again, my father never wears short sleeved shirts. Maybe I just found out why...
"Well, that was easy. Your arm was especially easy to inscribe the Mark on, young Malfoy. Perhaps it is because you are so pale." Draco could tell he was turning a bit red, and his father gave him yet another warning look. One might think his father was actually afraid for Draco's safety; something Lucius had never showed any care for previously in more prominently dangerous situations.
"You were lucky, young Malfoy, most fall twitching and screaming at my feet when I Mark them." Voldemort looked like he had just lost the winning numbers for a lottery by dropping them overboard while leaning on the railing of a cruise ship. "Perhaps I did hurt you and you are just braver than you appear, but it is no matter. I have some papers that I need you to read through, Lucius. Young Malfoy, I expect your father has explained some of what is expected of you from me for the near future?"
Draco had no idea what Voldemort was talking about, but decided it would be better for his father if he nodded yes. His father gave Voldemort a curt nod, and Draco followed him past all the other Death Eaters and out to the car in a bit of a daze.
Draco was in a state of complete happiness, mixed with shock. Everything he had been worrying about had turned out to be so easy it was unnerving. It occured to him then that he didn't even know what had happened to his arm back with Voldemort, but he was so tired that he couldn't bother himself with asking Lucius about it. He leaned up against the window of the car as they pulled out of the mysterious driveway, and fell into a strangely peaceful sleep, complete with a few snores.
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to me because they all belong to JK Rowling- and her publishers too, I guess. (If they did belong to me, do you think I'd be writing here??)
A/N: I know I said that I'd put more scenes with Harry and his group in! *wimpers* Sorry! I've already written about 11KB (four pages) for part three and 6KB (1.5 pages) for part four, so I'll get the next part up by at least next Monday (the 27th). Part three is much more...mysterious. *hehehe*
Hmm....what are GWMP, BWTP, and BWDP? Any and all ideas, comments, or answers please put in your reviews! Flames are welcome. sincerely, ~Dani the death eater who loves Draco Malfoy and worships the ground Voldy walks on~
The Potion of Immortality:
Part Two
"The train is stopping. I'm telling you since it appears you haven't noticed yet." Draco always had to talk to them like that, as they had never been able take a hint and he doubted the ability had come to them yet. Draco hauled all of his things into the hallway, and sneered as Crabbe and Goyle followed suit in the exact same manner. When the doors opened, Draco marched out first and muttered a hasty goodbye to Crabbe, Goyle and all of the other Slytherins who had taken the train. He spotted his father leaning casually against his magically enhanced limo nearby; somehow not getting wet from the rain.
"Hello Draco," Lucius Malfoy said with a bit of a frown on his face as Draco approached. "We have to talk, you know. There are some things I think you're ready to...well, let's get in the car before we say anything that might...I don't want to be overheard." Lucius Malfoy raised his voice slightly as he said the last word and several people standing near them cringed and walked away quickly.
Draco and his father got into the back of the limo, Lucius waved at the driver to go, and then he turned to Draco.
"There is a Death Eater's meeting tonight and Voldemort and I have decided you shall attend it." Lucius said this with no emotion, and did not even make eye contact with Draco. Draco perked up a bit, and looked at his father with excitement.
"So what do I have to do, father? Do I have to...pass a test or something??" Draco's eyes gleamed with anticipation at his father's reply, which was anything but what he expected.
"There is nothing you can do except come. The Dark Lord will decide then whether you are...worthy," Lucius said with a hint of annoyance at Draco's questioning. A little put off at his father's lack of interest in what appeared to be a very important event in his life, Draco turned away from his father. Looking out of the window and at the storm, Draco observed how it was growing stronger with every passing minute.
Because their limo was magically engineered to travel faster then any muggle vehicle could, yet have the speed go unnoticed, they arrived home in only a few minutes. The large black gates enclosing their home and yard creaked open to admit them, and the limo pulled up to front of the house. Keen to get away from his father, Draco leapt out of the car and marched quickly to the double door at the front entrance to the mansion. He gave three short taps on the door, waited a few seconds, and strolled through the doors when a house elf opened them.
"Dinner is being in twenty minutes, sir. Just you and your father because your mother is eaten," the elf squeaked in its broken English. Assuming the elf meant that his mother already had eaten dinner, and had not been eaten by a stray dragon, Draco nodded his approval and strutted up to his room. His trunk had already been brought up by one of the elves, and was positioned at the floor near the front of his large king-sized bed. He got took out a silver comb and began readying himself for dinner.
I wonder if my father will have more to say to me about becoming a Death Eater tonight? Maybe there's some code of silence that all Death Eaters take and father was just following it, but somehow I don't think so. I guess I'll just have to wait and see, since by late tonight I should be a Death Eater myself. I wonder what everyone at school would think about that! Potter and his gang probably wouldn't be suprised, but Snape...I don't know about him. I really want to know whether he's a Death Eater or not! Will I find out tonight? Will I ever find out? Draco bit his lip to stop his maddening questions from continuing to swirl around his head. He checked his watch and noticed there wasn't much more time left until he was expected in the dining room.
Draco decided to walk down to the dining room then, rather than risk being late. With one last check in the mirror at his appearance, he strolled out of his room, shutting the door noiselessly behind him. Knocking some things over as he went, so as to have something to yell at the house elves about, Draco went into the dining room and took his usual chair; to the left of the head. A few tense minutes later, his father came in.
For once, Lucius did not look as though he couldn't care less about whom he was sitting with because he had "more important things on his mind." Lucius graciously took his seat at the head and looked around for the nearest elf to scold about lack of service. Before he had a chance to complain, however, one came up to the table, fully weighted down with food to be placed on the table. Another elf came up from behind and took everything out of the other's hands and onto the table. They both scampered away, leaving Draco and Lucius alone together at last.
"We are to go to him directly after eating. I expect you are prepared, Draco." Lucius did not give any hint he was going to tell anymore, and so when Draco responded that he was ready, it was with defeat. Somehow, dinner flew by much quicker than it usually did. Of course it did, whenever you are worried about something to come, it comes even faster. Am I worried about becoming a Death Eater? I shouldn't be. Father is one of the top guys, I shouldn't be nervous.
Silently, Lucius stood up, walked from the table, and made it into the enterance hall. Draco, deciding he was intended to come, followed. As the minutes ticked by, Draco became in a trace-like state, and began to worry less about what was to come. He cleared his throat, letting his father know he was ready, but Lucius did not regard him. They stood in the hallway, staring at the door, for about a half an hour. Finally, right after Draco began to wonder whether his father had gone mad, Lucius twitched.
It was a very peculiar twitch; as though he had been physically harmed or insulted to his face, but it dropped Draco's fears for his father's sanity. Still not speaking, Lucius opened the door and walked to the limo parked outside, taking the keys out of his back pocket as he did so. Again, since he had not been told not to come, Draco followed.
They drove in silence until Lucius said "I wouldn't have driven us here, except you can't aparate. It would be illegal and very dangerous." Draco resisted the urge to grin, as he considered what he was planning on doing in a short time both illegal and dangerous. "I also didn't want to have a servant drive us there because then our secret meeting place wouldn't be a secret."
After a long period of time, Lucius turned right into a driveway Draco hadn't seen until they were already in it. Draco went numb, and everything became a dream. Nothing was real; not the small cabin hidden behind large shrubs; not the man ushering them inside; nothing. Draco heard the dry voice speak as though from far away, and it slowly came closer to him until he was standing only a few feet away from it.
"Welcome to the second new-member joining ceremony since my uprising, " said the cold voice from behind a jewel-encrusted thrown facing away from them. "I expect all who are present to be ready to devote themselves to serving me, and no one else." It was then that Draco noticed he couldn't see the faces of the Death Eaters for there were all wearing masks. However, when he scanned the room more thoroughly, he found that there were many bare-faced people as well; all who were looking terrified. Draco hoped, for his own sake, that he didn't look as scared as they did.
Suddenly, Draco realized he was being pushed by his father nearer the thrown, and so were the other maskless people. Unfortunately for Draco's nerves, he was last in the long line which had formed. Great. Just what I need. I wonder if father could pull me to the front...woah, never mind. He's gone! Draco searched for a very long time, trying to locate his father, but with no success. Someone tapped his shoulder and he almost screamed, but he caught himself at the last second. The tapper was wearing a mask, so Draco couldn't tell who it was. When the tapper greeted him, he knew who it was at once.
"Going to become one of us, huh?" Severus Snape's eyes were glittering with something Draco couldn't read. Maybe it was excitement. Whatever it was, it was something that didn't show up on Snape's face very often.
"Oh, look!" Snape had a sort of insane tone of voice that was becoming more prominent as their one-sided conversation continued. "Your turn has arrived! Good luck...Not that you're going to need it or anything..." Draco was now thoroughly appalled at Snape's attitude, but was highly distracted because it was, in fact, his turn. Saying a hasty farewell to Snape, he cautiously approached the thrown. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for longer than it takes to blink, and stepped around so that Voldemort could see that he was ready.
"Why Draco! Your turn so soon?" Now Draco knew where his father had gone off to. "My Lord, here is my son." Draco wasn't as shocked as most were when they first looked into the eyes of Lord Voldemort, but, no matter how many times his father had told him about Voldemort's horrific appearance, he could not suppress a quick flinch. Voldemort smiled; or at least it looked like he was smiling. Maybe he was just opening his mouth to scare Draco with his unnatural lipless mouth. That sounded like the type of thing Voldemort would do.
"Young Malfoy, ready to become one of mine? Usually I must search for the proper person to teach you the basics, but Lucius here is more than good enough. I hope you'll do as well..." Voldemort did not state that as a question. He was ordering Draco to do as well as his father, which was a bit disturbing to Draco seeing as he hadn't said nor done anything in front of Voldemort yet. This man, he's just..wrong. I don't understand how he can stand in front of me and talk like a normal person can. After everything he's done, every life he's ended...he can still stand before me, nearly a stranger, and smile. I bet he learned how to be fake when he was at Hogwarts faking everyone out to make them like him. Well, he got everyone believing in his innocence except for Dumbledore, but he is putting the "dumb" in his name to use by fighting on the side that will lose. Dumbledore doesn't impress me very much.
"You will begin taking orders passed from me to Lucius in four months, but I expect you to do everything and anything I say without any questions. Hogwarts is nothing to me. Nothing except something that needs destroying." Voldemort had been raving nonstop while Draco had been spacing out. Luckily, Voldemort was so wrapped up in his obsession with his powers that he hadn't noticed. "That is not a priority, however. I have much more important things to work on...yes, much more important...important...much more..." The Dark Lord began to stare off into space with a dreamy look on his face. Draco was afraid to speak up, so he allowed Voldemort to stand frozen with his thoughts for a long time. Finally Lucius, who was also a little annoyed with Voldemort, cleared his throat. Voldemort jerked as if he had been woken up from some grand dream, and was none to happy about it.
"Right. You are to be sworn in tonight, right boy?" Both Draco and Lucius nodded, and Voldemort began to pace back and forth, muttering seemingly random things under his breath. "BWTP should be working things out with GWMP, but it may not go along with our ideas...we can always fall back on that spell...either way we've got BWDP right where we need it. That was a brilliant find of BWTP, even I had not thought that BWDP would have that potion in its blood. Too bad GWMP had to find out too, although I doubt it would figure everything out. It probably doesn't even know...GWMP may just ruin our plans if it squeals to BWDP...but it wouldn't! IT WOULDN'T DARE!! WHAT!?" Draco and Lucius exchanged bemused looks as the Dark Lord continued to pace and ignore them.
Suddenly, Voldemort turned to Draco. "You! I want you to work on this mission for me! Yes, you'd do the job right...get it done fast and easy. Perhaps with some assistance from your father, hmm? You'd like that wouldn't you? Both of you." So far Draco had been following his father's lead and wasn't interrupting, but Draco couldn't help himself.
"Is there some kind of initiation of sorts for me to join the Death Eaters? What is it you want me to do, exactly? Who exactly are BVRP and CDTP?"
"Ah...he speaks. Lucius, I was waiting for this. Why did you tell him not to say anything?" Underneath his mask, Lucius was looking around for some guidence for how to respond to Voldemort, but, of course, there was none to be found.
"I didn't tell him not to respond. He was simply following my lead. Since I did not say anything, he did not say anything." Lucius was disgusted with his answer because it was the truth, and it sounded terrible.
"Oh, I see. Well, I find that a little discouraging, Lucius. I had hoped you were training Draco to be a little more independent than that, but I see I was mistaken. Well, as to answer your questions, young Malfoy, you are not a Death Eater. At least, you are not one yet. I have a paper for you to read, and once you agree to the orders inside it, I will make you an official Death Eater." Voldemort wandered off to get the papers, and Draco stood marveling at how easy it seemed to become a Death Eater. Lucius too was a bit concerned at how simple his master was making it for Draco to join, but knew that it would get harder. "Here we are- Draco, just read through all of these and verbally agree to the terms. We'll go from there." Draco took the papers with a steady, confident hand.
This is too easy, but, of course, I shouldn't complain. All I have to do is verbally agree. I must obey Voldemort and no one else. I must obey all of my superiors, except when it is apparent that they have turned themselves over to the light side and are acting as spies. Well, duh! Voldemort's orders seem easy enough to follow right now...what idiot wouldn't go by these rules naturally? This man has way too much free time! How many pages are here, twenty? There's no way I'm reading all this crap. I'll just skim it...get the important information out of it... Lucius and Voldemort exchanged looks as Draco read through the packet faster than was humanly possible.
"Fast reader, eh? It's okay, young Malfoy, no one reads the boring crap. If you'll draw you're attention to the first and last paragraphs I think everything you need to know is in there." Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. Voldemort was not caring that he hadn't read what was in the papers! Voldemort was acting pretty cool in Draco's opinion, but perhaps he was doing that on purpose to make Draco join him. Voldemort was impossible to figure out, and just trying to gave Draco a headache, so he chose to stop trying. He found a short passage at the end which was headed with "Official Joining Oath: To Be Read Aloud When You Agree to the Above Terms." Since he couldn't do anything except agree with the above terms unless he wanted to die sooner than he was meant to, Draco read aloud the passage.
"I agree to everything that is written above and swear to serve you until I die in your service with honers, or until I am killed for security reasons." Hehe. That sounds like really badly written marriage vows or something...Is that all? There must be something harder. Voldemort would not trust a servant only after they read aloud a short passage- not like he ever truly trusts anyone...how could he?
"Yes, yes. That's all roses and cocktails, but you know there is much more you must do to mean anything, or to gain any trust from me. I can sense it, young Malfoy, you do not understand why this is so easy for you. Must every task be impossibly difficult? Well, you're right. There is more, much more." With that, Voldemort dramatically pulled out his wand and flicked it so that Draco's left forearm was left exposed. Draco looked around in confusion, never having heard about anything to do with arms and becoming a Death Eater.
A feeling of a mixture of power and poison flowed through Draco's body, and he soon forgot to care about what had just mattered so much to him seconds ago. When it seemed that the poisonous part of the mixture was too much for comfort, everything stopped and Draco found himself kneeling on the ground hunched over. Right when he felt like standing up and asking some question, a prickly pain like a thousand shots at once spread over his exposed arm and he watched with amazement as a picture began to develop. It only took several seconds for the Dark Mark to become clear and black on his arm, but before Draco had a chance to really look at it, it vanished.
Lucius looked very pleased with Draco, but gave him a warning look that said all to clearly it was time for Draco to get off the floor. Draco leapt to his feet, and Lucius gave him a reprimanding look. Draco gave his tingling arm one last glance before he pulled his sleeve down to cover it up. Did all Death Eaters go through that? I hope so because whatever happened just then is probably pretty serious. I wonder if father has the Mark inscribed on his arm too...that would be strange, I've never seen it before. Then again, my father never wears short sleeved shirts. Maybe I just found out why...
"Well, that was easy. Your arm was especially easy to inscribe the Mark on, young Malfoy. Perhaps it is because you are so pale." Draco could tell he was turning a bit red, and his father gave him yet another warning look. One might think his father was actually afraid for Draco's safety; something Lucius had never showed any care for previously in more prominently dangerous situations.
"You were lucky, young Malfoy, most fall twitching and screaming at my feet when I Mark them." Voldemort looked like he had just lost the winning numbers for a lottery by dropping them overboard while leaning on the railing of a cruise ship. "Perhaps I did hurt you and you are just braver than you appear, but it is no matter. I have some papers that I need you to read through, Lucius. Young Malfoy, I expect your father has explained some of what is expected of you from me for the near future?"
Draco had no idea what Voldemort was talking about, but decided it would be better for his father if he nodded yes. His father gave Voldemort a curt nod, and Draco followed him past all the other Death Eaters and out to the car in a bit of a daze.
Draco was in a state of complete happiness, mixed with shock. Everything he had been worrying about had turned out to be so easy it was unnerving. It occured to him then that he didn't even know what had happened to his arm back with Voldemort, but he was so tired that he couldn't bother himself with asking Lucius about it. He leaned up against the window of the car as they pulled out of the mysterious driveway, and fell into a strangely peaceful sleep, complete with a few snores.
Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story belong to me because they all belong to JK Rowling- and her publishers too, I guess. (If they did belong to me, do you think I'd be writing here??)
A/N: I know I said that I'd put more scenes with Harry and his group in! *wimpers* Sorry! I've already written about 11KB (four pages) for part three and 6KB (1.5 pages) for part four, so I'll get the next part up by at least next Monday (the 27th). Part three is much more...mysterious. *hehehe*
Hmm....what are GWMP, BWTP, and BWDP? Any and all ideas, comments, or answers please put in your reviews! Flames are welcome. sincerely, ~Dani the death eater who loves Draco Malfoy and worships the ground Voldy walks on~