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"Kill him" The snake like voice hissed in menacing demand.
Draco raised his wand and pointed it straight at the cowering muggle before him. This is it, he told himself. Just kill the sniveling being and be done with it. Draco's life had basically led up to this moment. He could feel the stares of the other death eaters on his back, willing him to commit the crime and become one of them. His father had talked of almost nothing but the great and powerful dark lord, and how it was an honor to be considered his true follower. Today he was to be initiated, today he would commit himself to Voldermort and carry his mark, and all he had to do was kill a worthless muggle. Than why are you hesitating?? It will not look good to disobey Voldermort first order. The problem was Draco knew very well why he was hesitating. His father had glorified every aspect of being a death eater. He made it sound like the most powerful, and sought after position in the entire wizarding world. Draco had listened to him, and drank in every detail, sorry that he would never get to be a part of it. But in his fourth year, Voldermort returned, and he had never seen his father more excited. Lucius had gone on and on about the life he would have once he was initiated into Voldermorts inner circle. He had made it sound like nothing could possible happen that would be more satisfying.Then Draco had seen the reality. Aside from the fact that Voldermort was disgustingly hideous in appearance (and Draco prided himself on appearance). His followers were nothing more than terrified slaves. They called him 'master' and were tortured if he was displeased. He had watched in disgust as each Death Eater took their turn in kissing the hem of their master's robes. His father had happened to leave that part out. Draco listened as the meeting progressed, and the death eaters listened raptly to Voldermorts lunatic ranting about how he would one day prove he was the superior wizard to Harry Potter. For gods sake, Draco hated the boy wonder as much as the next wizard, but Voldermort was obsessed.
Now it was time for him to 'prove himself.' All Draco had to do was kill a muggle. He had never even met the guy, and he had been mercilessly tortured for a few days already. In retrospect, it would be kind to put the bloke out of his misery. Growing up with a father like Lucius Malfoy, Draco had never cared if someone had been killed, it just wasn't a big deal when you're raised by Malfoys. Draco however, had never actually killed anyone, or even been the cause of a death indirectly. Now, when he was expected to commit his first murder, it seemed he was developing a conscious. What was the point after all? Draco loved to prove he was better, and more powerful than any one else, but what was the point if you just killed people who got into your way. Then who would you rub in your superiority to? To rub defeat in someone else's face was the best part of having power over them, what good would it do to be like Voldermort and just kill everyone you didn't like?
Draco had been standing there, in the middle of a Death Eater initiation ceremony for a dangerous amount of time without doing anything. He some how got the impression that if he asked to be excused from this evil meeting, and not become a Death Eater after all, that it wouldn't go over well. From what he had heard and witnessed, the Dark Lord was not one you disobeyed, and expect to get away with your limbs intact. He could here his harsh breathing through the tense silence, and the cracking of footsteps announced someone approaching him.
"Having second thoughts?" The voice hissed viciously. "I would have thought a son of Lucius would be overjoyed at any opportunity to slaughter a pathetic muggle!. Maybe you just need a little encouragement." With that said, Voldermort muttered 'crucio'.
Draco felt his whole body tense in an unreal amount of pain. He had never known pain of the like before, he fell to the ground, his screams the only thing that could be heard slicing through the summer night air. He wanted to die, he had never thought that before, but the only coherent thought running through his head was 'Kill me, just kill me and end the torture." Now he knew, without a doubt why that was an unforgivable curse. Seconds that felt like hours went by before Draco felt the curse lift. He managed to get up enough strength to kneel, his breaths were ragged, and he could feel the aftermath of the curse, as if all of his bones were bruised, and scratched. Voldermort moved in front of him, looking down at the boy kneeling before him with a satisfied smile. "Now you know what happens when you displease me, and keep in mind that that was but a warning. I decided to go lightly on you seeing as you are only 16, but the next time I won't be so kind." Voldermorts words were drawn together in snake like hisses that carried to the other watching Death Eaters in the wind. No one had trouble hearing him, seeing as they were to afraid to do anything but breath as quietly as possible so as to not interrupt him.
Little did the Dark Lord know, but by demonstrating his superiority in the mastering of the unforgivable curses, he had made up Draco's mind to do anything possible to get the hell out of this situation. Draco was NOBODY's slave. Sure he desired power, but what kind of power would he really have if he committed himself to sniveling at the Dark Lords feet and following out his every order. Voldermort was the only one who got any power out of this arrangement; his 'followers' were nothing but mindless slaves he uses to do his dirty work. If anything, Voldermort was nothing but a coward who has a power drive, but is too afraid to go out there and get what he wants the hard way. Instead, he brainwashes a bunch of slaves to kill anyone who will prove to be competition to him. Sorry, but that wasn't Draco's style. He mustered up as much strength as he possibly could for the insane, suicidal act he was planning. While Voldermort ranted on again about the fate of those who crossed him, Draco managed to overcome the worst after effects of the curse, and concentrate on the magical energy flowing through him. He had been studying Apparation, because according to his father, after he became a Death Eater he would need to know how to do it. He still hadn't managed to master it, but he could probably get himself far enough away from these waco's to run for it. Clutching his wand tightly, and calling up every magical bit of energy he could muster in himself he heard the faint 'pop' and his world went black.
"Kill him" The snake like voice hissed in menacing demand.
Draco raised his wand and pointed it straight at the cowering muggle before him. This is it, he told himself. Just kill the sniveling being and be done with it. Draco's life had basically led up to this moment. He could feel the stares of the other death eaters on his back, willing him to commit the crime and become one of them. His father had talked of almost nothing but the great and powerful dark lord, and how it was an honor to be considered his true follower. Today he was to be initiated, today he would commit himself to Voldermort and carry his mark, and all he had to do was kill a worthless muggle. Than why are you hesitating?? It will not look good to disobey Voldermort first order. The problem was Draco knew very well why he was hesitating. His father had glorified every aspect of being a death eater. He made it sound like the most powerful, and sought after position in the entire wizarding world. Draco had listened to him, and drank in every detail, sorry that he would never get to be a part of it. But in his fourth year, Voldermort returned, and he had never seen his father more excited. Lucius had gone on and on about the life he would have once he was initiated into Voldermorts inner circle. He had made it sound like nothing could possible happen that would be more satisfying.Then Draco had seen the reality. Aside from the fact that Voldermort was disgustingly hideous in appearance (and Draco prided himself on appearance). His followers were nothing more than terrified slaves. They called him 'master' and were tortured if he was displeased. He had watched in disgust as each Death Eater took their turn in kissing the hem of their master's robes. His father had happened to leave that part out. Draco listened as the meeting progressed, and the death eaters listened raptly to Voldermorts lunatic ranting about how he would one day prove he was the superior wizard to Harry Potter. For gods sake, Draco hated the boy wonder as much as the next wizard, but Voldermort was obsessed.
Now it was time for him to 'prove himself.' All Draco had to do was kill a muggle. He had never even met the guy, and he had been mercilessly tortured for a few days already. In retrospect, it would be kind to put the bloke out of his misery. Growing up with a father like Lucius Malfoy, Draco had never cared if someone had been killed, it just wasn't a big deal when you're raised by Malfoys. Draco however, had never actually killed anyone, or even been the cause of a death indirectly. Now, when he was expected to commit his first murder, it seemed he was developing a conscious. What was the point after all? Draco loved to prove he was better, and more powerful than any one else, but what was the point if you just killed people who got into your way. Then who would you rub in your superiority to? To rub defeat in someone else's face was the best part of having power over them, what good would it do to be like Voldermort and just kill everyone you didn't like?
Draco had been standing there, in the middle of a Death Eater initiation ceremony for a dangerous amount of time without doing anything. He some how got the impression that if he asked to be excused from this evil meeting, and not become a Death Eater after all, that it wouldn't go over well. From what he had heard and witnessed, the Dark Lord was not one you disobeyed, and expect to get away with your limbs intact. He could here his harsh breathing through the tense silence, and the cracking of footsteps announced someone approaching him.
"Having second thoughts?" The voice hissed viciously. "I would have thought a son of Lucius would be overjoyed at any opportunity to slaughter a pathetic muggle!. Maybe you just need a little encouragement." With that said, Voldermort muttered 'crucio'.
Draco felt his whole body tense in an unreal amount of pain. He had never known pain of the like before, he fell to the ground, his screams the only thing that could be heard slicing through the summer night air. He wanted to die, he had never thought that before, but the only coherent thought running through his head was 'Kill me, just kill me and end the torture." Now he knew, without a doubt why that was an unforgivable curse. Seconds that felt like hours went by before Draco felt the curse lift. He managed to get up enough strength to kneel, his breaths were ragged, and he could feel the aftermath of the curse, as if all of his bones were bruised, and scratched. Voldermort moved in front of him, looking down at the boy kneeling before him with a satisfied smile. "Now you know what happens when you displease me, and keep in mind that that was but a warning. I decided to go lightly on you seeing as you are only 16, but the next time I won't be so kind." Voldermorts words were drawn together in snake like hisses that carried to the other watching Death Eaters in the wind. No one had trouble hearing him, seeing as they were to afraid to do anything but breath as quietly as possible so as to not interrupt him.
Little did the Dark Lord know, but by demonstrating his superiority in the mastering of the unforgivable curses, he had made up Draco's mind to do anything possible to get the hell out of this situation. Draco was NOBODY's slave. Sure he desired power, but what kind of power would he really have if he committed himself to sniveling at the Dark Lords feet and following out his every order. Voldermort was the only one who got any power out of this arrangement; his 'followers' were nothing but mindless slaves he uses to do his dirty work. If anything, Voldermort was nothing but a coward who has a power drive, but is too afraid to go out there and get what he wants the hard way. Instead, he brainwashes a bunch of slaves to kill anyone who will prove to be competition to him. Sorry, but that wasn't Draco's style. He mustered up as much strength as he possibly could for the insane, suicidal act he was planning. While Voldermort ranted on again about the fate of those who crossed him, Draco managed to overcome the worst after effects of the curse, and concentrate on the magical energy flowing through him. He had been studying Apparation, because according to his father, after he became a Death Eater he would need to know how to do it. He still hadn't managed to master it, but he could probably get himself far enough away from these waco's to run for it. Clutching his wand tightly, and calling up every magical bit of energy he could muster in himself he heard the faint 'pop' and his world went black.