"Ah...Lucius has finally brought his son," Harris, Goyle's father commented, as Lucius and Draco stepped foot
inside the meeting place. The rest of the men (which included many of the male Slytherins and their fathers)sat in their
seats as Lucius opened the meeting. Draco slumped in the seat next to his father, still drugged. The 'meeting' which
consisted of followers of Lord Voldemort met each weekend to further discuse any new topics in the wizard world.
Once the son of that member had turned 16, they joined thier fathers in these meetings. Lucius Malfoy was the founder
of these meetings, and became President, but after the return of Lord Voldemort, 3 years earlier, Lucius was now
appointed to Vice President. Although the Dark Lord was still too weak to take over the wizard world, it was Lucius' job
to inform Voldemort of news around the wizard and muggle world.
"Please arise in the arrival of our Lord, the Dark Lord of the wizard world, Lord Voldemort," Lucius announced.
Everyone (save Draco) arose, and watched in silence as their Lord entered and took his seat next to his loyal friend,
Lucius.
"The boy," Lord Voldemort whispered in a hoarse voice, "Bring me the boy."
Lucius helped Draco up and brought him to Voldemort. Once Lucius let go, Draco fell to his knees, his eyes
barely open. Lucius stepped back, and the rest of the group observed what was going on.
"Draco Malfoy. A wizard who was full of power, like his father," the Drak Lord started, "He had potential, that
would've lead all to fall under his power later in the future. He had enough potential to later on replace his father as my
right hand person. But now, he has betrayed us all. He has abandonned his seat here at the meetings to stay at school.
Most of you know why, but the others may think it was to continue his studies and to futher his knowledge as a wizard.
But no. He was spent his time with a Muggle girl. A Mudblood. A Dirty blood, Common blood, whatever you want to call it,
but smart one, I must add."
He stopped and muttered a quick spell. With the spell, Draco's eyes opened with a new passion. His light eyes
turned to a fiery red colour, and his bloodless face returned. He regained his strength and he lifted his head up and turned
to the crowd.
"Hey Malfoy! Looking for your Mudblood girlfriend?" Crabbe yelled from the back.
"Silence!" Lord Voldemort loudly said. Draco turned back to Lord Voldemort.
"Draco Malfoy, you shall bring me the girl. Bring her here to me. Bring the Mudblood to this place. You will
betray her, like you betrayed us," Voldemort instructed Draco, "To her, you will still be the same, her love for you will
remain strong, and that is what will blind her from your true self. Go, and bring her to me."
"Yes my Lord," Draco bowed, and kissed the hand of the weak Voldemort, "I will bring her to you, I will deceive
her, and she will listen."
"Good. What else?"
"I will seem the same to her, but in truth I am Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, and servant to the great Lord
Voldemort. She will not see me as that, but I shall return with the Mudblood, and reclaim my seat as the heir to my father
and founder of the meetings, and as the follower to my Lord," Draco continued.
"Amazing, he's back," Crabbe muttered.
Lucius smiled, as he witnessed the return of his son, the true return of his son. The meeting came to an end, and
as father and son returned home, Lucius spoke.
"Welcome back son."
"Glad to be back. I don't know what ever happened to me. Too much Mudblood, for too much time," he replied.
Once at home, Draco turned in to bed, and slept well.
Meanwhile back in the Gryffindor House, Hermione tossed and turned, still worrying about Draco. She sat up and
grabbed her wand.
"Lumus," she whispered, careful not to awake her Crookshanks. She sat up and picked up the picture of her and
Draco together that past summer, and examined it. There, the two looked so happy in each other's arms.
She sighed and thought to herself, ' Why do I feel so crummy?'
She put the picture back down, and fell asleep.
Sunday came and went in a flash, and by late afternoon, Lucius watched his son pack, getting ready to
return to Hogwarts.
"Are you ready son?"
"Yes father, as ready as I'm ever gonna be. The Lord will get what he wants."
Lucius smirked at this, knowing that Draco would be true to his word. Lucius took Draco back to Hogwarts, and
watched him walk slowly yet confindently into the castle doors.
Draco walked into the Slytherin house, and all eyes turned to him. He put his bags down, and Crabbe walked to
Draco, everyone else followed behind Crabbe.
"So, Malfoy returns," Crabbe spoke, "How can we be sure that he is back for real?"
"The Dark Lord never lies Crabbe. You witnessed my return, and with the guidence of Lord Voldemort, I'm back,"
Draco replied.
"Now...as I recall, Lord Voldemort has appointed me as his second right hand person, one that will do the
buisness here in the castle. So...that means I must rightfully claim my old position as the Slytherin leader...Crabbe?"
Draco told everyone.
Crabbe knew this was the real thing, so he bent down and picked up Draco's bags, and lead him to his room.
"Good to have you back Malfoy," everyone exclaimed. That night just before dinner in the Great Hall, Draco
called a meeting to his fellow Slytherins, and ordered them to act as they did before the true Draco Malfoy returned.
He explained his plan to bring Hermione back to the Dark Lord.
"I will remain with the Mudblood, and act as if nothing happened, and all of you are to act that way too. I will
betray her sooner or later, but this will only work if you all cooperate and do as you are told. Each night, I will instruct
each of you to do a certain thing, and you must follow these instructions. Understood?" Draco ordered. Each member
of the Slytherins nodded, as they listened to their leader. Draco headed out to get Hermione from the Gryffindor house.
He waited outside for nearly 20 minutes, when finally she came out.
"Draco!" She exclaimed suprised, and she rushed to him and gave him a big hug. He kissed the top of her
head.
"I worried about you all weekend!"
"Why? It was only a couple of nights at my father's place," he answered.
"Well...you're father...does he know?" She aksed looking into his eyes for an answer.
"Yes," he answered truthfully. She closed her eyes as she looked down and sighed, letting go of him.
"But," he continued, lifting her head, "I told him that I love you, and he could do nothing about it. And I walked
up to my room and locked myself there for the past weekend, refusing to speak to my father."
She smiled, and then asked, "What did he do?"
"Well, he yelled and screamed, threatened and banged on the door. I lived on leftover food from Friday, which
I had stashed in my bag, and only came out when it came time to leave."
"I can't believe you did that Draco!" she exclaimed, shaking her head.
"Well...I did it for you Hermione."
She turned to him, and kissed him, but during the kiss Draco's cold eyes danced as he knew that Lord
Voldemort was right; Hermione's love for Draco was so strong that it blinded her from seeing the darkness in his eyes,
and the paleness of his face.
' I nearly have her!' He thought with an evil glare.
inside the meeting place. The rest of the men (which included many of the male Slytherins and their fathers)sat in their
seats as Lucius opened the meeting. Draco slumped in the seat next to his father, still drugged. The 'meeting' which
consisted of followers of Lord Voldemort met each weekend to further discuse any new topics in the wizard world.
Once the son of that member had turned 16, they joined thier fathers in these meetings. Lucius Malfoy was the founder
of these meetings, and became President, but after the return of Lord Voldemort, 3 years earlier, Lucius was now
appointed to Vice President. Although the Dark Lord was still too weak to take over the wizard world, it was Lucius' job
to inform Voldemort of news around the wizard and muggle world.
"Please arise in the arrival of our Lord, the Dark Lord of the wizard world, Lord Voldemort," Lucius announced.
Everyone (save Draco) arose, and watched in silence as their Lord entered and took his seat next to his loyal friend,
Lucius.
"The boy," Lord Voldemort whispered in a hoarse voice, "Bring me the boy."
Lucius helped Draco up and brought him to Voldemort. Once Lucius let go, Draco fell to his knees, his eyes
barely open. Lucius stepped back, and the rest of the group observed what was going on.
"Draco Malfoy. A wizard who was full of power, like his father," the Drak Lord started, "He had potential, that
would've lead all to fall under his power later in the future. He had enough potential to later on replace his father as my
right hand person. But now, he has betrayed us all. He has abandonned his seat here at the meetings to stay at school.
Most of you know why, but the others may think it was to continue his studies and to futher his knowledge as a wizard.
But no. He was spent his time with a Muggle girl. A Mudblood. A Dirty blood, Common blood, whatever you want to call it,
but smart one, I must add."
He stopped and muttered a quick spell. With the spell, Draco's eyes opened with a new passion. His light eyes
turned to a fiery red colour, and his bloodless face returned. He regained his strength and he lifted his head up and turned
to the crowd.
"Hey Malfoy! Looking for your Mudblood girlfriend?" Crabbe yelled from the back.
"Silence!" Lord Voldemort loudly said. Draco turned back to Lord Voldemort.
"Draco Malfoy, you shall bring me the girl. Bring her here to me. Bring the Mudblood to this place. You will
betray her, like you betrayed us," Voldemort instructed Draco, "To her, you will still be the same, her love for you will
remain strong, and that is what will blind her from your true self. Go, and bring her to me."
"Yes my Lord," Draco bowed, and kissed the hand of the weak Voldemort, "I will bring her to you, I will deceive
her, and she will listen."
"Good. What else?"
"I will seem the same to her, but in truth I am Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, and servant to the great Lord
Voldemort. She will not see me as that, but I shall return with the Mudblood, and reclaim my seat as the heir to my father
and founder of the meetings, and as the follower to my Lord," Draco continued.
"Amazing, he's back," Crabbe muttered.
Lucius smiled, as he witnessed the return of his son, the true return of his son. The meeting came to an end, and
as father and son returned home, Lucius spoke.
"Welcome back son."
"Glad to be back. I don't know what ever happened to me. Too much Mudblood, for too much time," he replied.
Once at home, Draco turned in to bed, and slept well.
Meanwhile back in the Gryffindor House, Hermione tossed and turned, still worrying about Draco. She sat up and
grabbed her wand.
"Lumus," she whispered, careful not to awake her Crookshanks. She sat up and picked up the picture of her and
Draco together that past summer, and examined it. There, the two looked so happy in each other's arms.
She sighed and thought to herself, ' Why do I feel so crummy?'
She put the picture back down, and fell asleep.
Sunday came and went in a flash, and by late afternoon, Lucius watched his son pack, getting ready to
return to Hogwarts.
"Are you ready son?"
"Yes father, as ready as I'm ever gonna be. The Lord will get what he wants."
Lucius smirked at this, knowing that Draco would be true to his word. Lucius took Draco back to Hogwarts, and
watched him walk slowly yet confindently into the castle doors.
Draco walked into the Slytherin house, and all eyes turned to him. He put his bags down, and Crabbe walked to
Draco, everyone else followed behind Crabbe.
"So, Malfoy returns," Crabbe spoke, "How can we be sure that he is back for real?"
"The Dark Lord never lies Crabbe. You witnessed my return, and with the guidence of Lord Voldemort, I'm back,"
Draco replied.
"Now...as I recall, Lord Voldemort has appointed me as his second right hand person, one that will do the
buisness here in the castle. So...that means I must rightfully claim my old position as the Slytherin leader...Crabbe?"
Draco told everyone.
Crabbe knew this was the real thing, so he bent down and picked up Draco's bags, and lead him to his room.
"Good to have you back Malfoy," everyone exclaimed. That night just before dinner in the Great Hall, Draco
called a meeting to his fellow Slytherins, and ordered them to act as they did before the true Draco Malfoy returned.
He explained his plan to bring Hermione back to the Dark Lord.
"I will remain with the Mudblood, and act as if nothing happened, and all of you are to act that way too. I will
betray her sooner or later, but this will only work if you all cooperate and do as you are told. Each night, I will instruct
each of you to do a certain thing, and you must follow these instructions. Understood?" Draco ordered. Each member
of the Slytherins nodded, as they listened to their leader. Draco headed out to get Hermione from the Gryffindor house.
He waited outside for nearly 20 minutes, when finally she came out.
"Draco!" She exclaimed suprised, and she rushed to him and gave him a big hug. He kissed the top of her
head.
"I worried about you all weekend!"
"Why? It was only a couple of nights at my father's place," he answered.
"Well...you're father...does he know?" She aksed looking into his eyes for an answer.
"Yes," he answered truthfully. She closed her eyes as she looked down and sighed, letting go of him.
"But," he continued, lifting her head, "I told him that I love you, and he could do nothing about it. And I walked
up to my room and locked myself there for the past weekend, refusing to speak to my father."
She smiled, and then asked, "What did he do?"
"Well, he yelled and screamed, threatened and banged on the door. I lived on leftover food from Friday, which
I had stashed in my bag, and only came out when it came time to leave."
"I can't believe you did that Draco!" she exclaimed, shaking her head.
"Well...I did it for you Hermione."
She turned to him, and kissed him, but during the kiss Draco's cold eyes danced as he knew that Lord
Voldemort was right; Hermione's love for Draco was so strong that it blinded her from seeing the darkness in his eyes,
and the paleness of his face.
' I nearly have her!' He thought with an evil glare.