High above the tiny pinpricks of light given off by hundreds of wands glowing, owls swept over the sky, almost
blocking the moon and stars. Almost automatically the lights flash off with a chorus of "Nox" from the crowd.
A scream.
A sacrifice.
Lucius Malfoy felt a smile curl his lips upwards, contorting his pale face into a sinister grin. He couldn't help it-
this was fun- more than that- euphoria. The dark lord had come again, and Lucius was among his trusted
advisors. The crowd moved apart where he and his son stood in a silent sign of respect.
Draco, his son, leaned into him.
"Father, I'm cold," he said rubbing his eyes. The boy of fourteen shrunk from the eager eyes in the mob, getting
closer to his father as the space between them and the crowd grew larger.
"Silence," said Lucius, his eyes sparkling anxiously, "it's almost time, Draco. You'll soon join our ranks."
The scattered murmuring stopped, as all of the onlookers saw a figure clad in a dark silk robe appear in front
of them. He was exceptionally tall, towering above the taller wizards and witches. The crowd bowed together
reverently in front of the Dark Lord, who merely acknowledged them with a jerk of his head.
"Bring forward the boys," he said in a relaxed tone.
Boys? More than one? Draco felt his father push him forward, and continued shakily on his own. Another
figure joined him, taller than Draco. His face, of course, was hidden by the shadows, making him
unrecognizable.
Now they stood in front of the dark lord. Draco felt his heart beating faster in his chest, quickening with every
passing second.
"Show your faces."
Draco cautiously removed his hood and glanced over at the other boy, who he didn't recognize. His black hair
contrasted with his pale face, creating a ghostlike image. Instead of kneeling before Voldemort, he grinned
madly at him, causing a murmur from the crowd. To everyone's surprise, Voldemort motioned for the boy to
stand beside him.
More muttering.
"He's going to kill him!"
Draco heard his own father whisper something faintly.
"...Tom Riddle?"
blocking the moon and stars. Almost automatically the lights flash off with a chorus of "Nox" from the crowd.
A scream.
A sacrifice.
Lucius Malfoy felt a smile curl his lips upwards, contorting his pale face into a sinister grin. He couldn't help it-
this was fun- more than that- euphoria. The dark lord had come again, and Lucius was among his trusted
advisors. The crowd moved apart where he and his son stood in a silent sign of respect.
Draco, his son, leaned into him.
"Father, I'm cold," he said rubbing his eyes. The boy of fourteen shrunk from the eager eyes in the mob, getting
closer to his father as the space between them and the crowd grew larger.
"Silence," said Lucius, his eyes sparkling anxiously, "it's almost time, Draco. You'll soon join our ranks."
The scattered murmuring stopped, as all of the onlookers saw a figure clad in a dark silk robe appear in front
of them. He was exceptionally tall, towering above the taller wizards and witches. The crowd bowed together
reverently in front of the Dark Lord, who merely acknowledged them with a jerk of his head.
"Bring forward the boys," he said in a relaxed tone.
Boys? More than one? Draco felt his father push him forward, and continued shakily on his own. Another
figure joined him, taller than Draco. His face, of course, was hidden by the shadows, making him
unrecognizable.
Now they stood in front of the dark lord. Draco felt his heart beating faster in his chest, quickening with every
passing second.
"Show your faces."
Draco cautiously removed his hood and glanced over at the other boy, who he didn't recognize. His black hair
contrasted with his pale face, creating a ghostlike image. Instead of kneeling before Voldemort, he grinned
madly at him, causing a murmur from the crowd. To everyone's surprise, Voldemort motioned for the boy to
stand beside him.
More muttering.
"He's going to kill him!"
Draco heard his own father whisper something faintly.
"...Tom Riddle?"