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Draco stepped through the barrier that led to the other side of platform 9 ¾, sighing heavily. The noise flooded his ears, And the blurs of color passing by that were people took over his eyes. He blinked and took a minute to take it all in, just standing there. He felt like he couldn't take another step even if he wanted to. He felt gray; it was like a thundercloud hovering over him that wouldn't go away, like something was strangling his heart. There were about a million conflicting ideas in his brain, battling it out. The eternal question of, what is right and what is wrong. His doubts about his loyalty were eating him alive. This incredible guilt he felt for numerous things was slowly driving him mad. He knew that the doubts he had were unacceptable, but he couldn't get them to go away. And what was worse he didn't want them to go away, even though they were driving him to insanity. He couldn't help but think that maybe those doubts were the thing that was going to save him, from a horrible life. But in times like those, the little glimmers of hope are extinguished quickly. There was no way out of getting the dark mark, except death, and not even he was going to stoop that low, although that option had crossed his mind a few times.
He was baffled how something he was told was wrong his whole life could seem so right when you look at it differently. Being on the light side had its disadvantages like having to put up with mudbloods and muggles. But the darkside had its lows too, like leading a life of miserable servitude. But the lightside, people were always happy, no one did anything they didn't want to do, no one had to live a life of lies or a life hiding. The dark side was all so… dark, he couldn't think of a better word. You never saw a happy face; everyone was always doing something or another for Voldemort, and being punished if it wasn't exactly perfect. But they way he saw it now he had no choice of anything, and that's the other thing he didn't like about the darkside. But he could dream couldn't he, not even his father or Voldemort could stop him from that. Now if only he knew how wrong he was. At that moment he was snapped out of his daze, when his father's staff poked him from behind, and the cold voice of Lucius filled his ears.
"Draco, why are you just standing here? I think you've been hanging out with Crabbe and Goyle too much lately. You look like a bloody dolt standing there. Quickly now we have things to discuss." Lucius looked into his sons eyes, he didn't like what he had seen, he would have to do something about that. He didn't know what it was or what happened, but he noticed something different about him, and he was thinking it might have to do with Draco's loyalties, and he couldn't risk anything.
Draco didn't say a word just gathered his things and followed behind his father. Welcome home he thought, and welcome to a new life of misery. He'd be receiving the dark mark anytime now.
Hermione practically bounded off the train and through the barrier. The smile she wore almost hurt because she hadn't done it in so long! Home sweet home! She greeted her parents, and on the way home began to tell them all about her school year. Of course leaving out the obvious parts. As soon as she was home and had dropped her stuff off in her room she ran down the stairs to her piano. Her fingers felt so right on the white keys, it was so natural. Soon the music flew from her fingertips, the melody weaving a spell of happiness around her. She wished it could be like this forever. She sat for hours playing, clearing her mind. When she was done playing, she made a promise to herself. She promised that she wouldn't let anything get her down next year. She was going to be the invincible Hermione Granger, and anyone that thinks otherwise can screw off. She built some walls around her that day, for the fear of being hurt again. She didn't want anyone getting close to her, because in the end it would only bring tears. Besides she was independent, she didn't need anyone. Hermione left the piano feeling shiny and new. Okay maybe that's only a good description for a car, but she did feel somewhat changed. She went to bed that night a new girl.
The next few days were nothing special; she was actually getting rather bored. She was hoping something would spice it up a new boy, a new house, a vacation, anything. However she would soon regret that wish. But since she was no seer, and didn't believe in divination, her words didn't really matter. She decided she was going to try and make things more exciting for herself. She was gonna go the local water park and pick up a few guys. She put on her cutest bathing suit, and dolled herself up. Her mom made her eat breakfast before she went, feeling a little aggravated since she was already running late, she reluctantly agreed. But while sitting there finishing her chocolate chip pancake, a sense of dread came over her. She looked at her parents, and frowned, nothing could happen could it? The voice inside her head was nagging her telling her to stay home. What could happen to a couple of muggles? Maybe it's something else; it could just be a weird stomach ache. While not totally satisfied with that thought, it was good enough, and she gave her parents extra long hugs before she went only making the feeling worse. Whatever she told herself and brushed it off, I'm gonna go have myself a good time! Get a good tan too. Hermione in fact had a wonderful time, scored 5 phone numbers. But the feeling of dread never left and she would see exactly why when she came home that night.
"Draco, come here" Draco quickly did as he was told, and walked over to his father. He dreaded what was about to come. There was a deatheaters meeting tonight, and he had a feeling that it was also initiation tonight.
"Yes father?" he questioned. Hoping to god that his voice wasn't shaking.
"Tonight my boy, you will make the Malfoy family proud. I assume you know of what I'm talking, you will become a deatheater tonight." Lucius paused to smirk eyeing his own dark mark "But I will not take any risks, you seem to have gotten softer, and I can't have you backing out. So I'm sorry son but this is for the best, for everyone." Before Draco had a chance to process what his father was saying, a spell was already thrown out of his fathers mouth headed straight for Draco.
"Imperio" Draco all of a sudden felt numb all over. He could feel each of his own thoughts flee from his mind, for a moment.
"You will receive the dark mark Draco"
"Yes father"
Draco stood in a circle with the rest of the death eaters, trying with everything he had in him not to tremble. He didn't have his hood on because he wasn't a deatheater yet… tonight was initiation. He could see a few others waiting too. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, Blaise, and a few other slytherins, he was sure there were some people from Durmstrang too. He looked up at his father, who he was sure was smiling smugly. Now Draco could think clearer although the curse was still on him. He was almost thankful for his father doing that, because if he hadn't Draco didn't think he'd be able to handle it. He stood there unmoving and quiet, until his name was called, it was the first one. All eyes were on him as he approached Voldemort. He brought himself to the ground, and kissed his feet. Almost flinching at this act, but holding it back at the last second.
"My lord"
"Ah, yes Lucius, he is a good boy, strong, determined. You will prove to be very useful" Voldemorts voice was like ice cutting through the air.
"Thank you master" Voldemort replied by Digging the burning hot knife into his skin, and starting to carve the mark into his skin. The pain was horrible, not worse than the cruciatus (sp?), but still bad. He bit his lip to keep from screaming. His throat hurt from a mixture of trying not to scream and trying not to sob. Draco Malfoy was tough, but the thought that his life just went down the drain wasn't pleasant either. I might as well transfigure myself into a house elf right about now he thought. When it was finally over Voldemort finally finished by adding some sort of spell, and the deatheaters all clapped as he headed back to my place by his father. He slipped his hood up, so no one could see the emotion in his eyes. That night was the most horrible thing he had ever experienced, and with that thought he knew something really had changed him. But it was too late now. At that moment he would have given anything to be like Crabbe and Goyle and not care, because they truly didn't know better because they couldn't think by themselves. He cursed his brain, and the meeting was over. He waited for his father to apparate, before doing so himself.
The next day he locked himself in his room the whole day, venting his anger on the pillow. It was about one 0 clock, when a horrible pain shot through the hideous mark on his arm. He was so angry at that point the only thing he could do was laugh. ( sorry lol, I laugh when I get mad, its really odd!) How did my life come to this? I mean this is how it's supposed to be but I was never supposed to care! Now I'm just stuck. I should obliviate myself, he thought. While still laughing manically. While this laughing went on his father walked in his room.
"That's right Draco, this power is wonderful, I'm glad you're enjoying it, I knew I didn't have to use imperius on you. Now lets go." Draco merely nodded, and tried to surpress his laughter.
They apparated, to the meeting, and Voldemort began to speek.
"I've decided to do this so our new deatheaters can see what we do, and such. I've chosen a muggle couple that I want done away with, and if we happen to get their mudblood daughter too, even better." Draco trembled slightly. He had to kill somebody? So what if it was a muggle, it was still a person, but his worst fear was confirmed when he heard Voldemort tell them to Apparate to the Grangers. Please let them be out, he prayed. Draco had always been a jackass, but he never wanted to kill anybody. Okay so maybe at one point he did, but not anymore. He wasn't evil, he just got a kick out of being tough at school, and no one messed with him. Sure, he made fun of people, but it's not like other people don't feel the same way about the person he's just vocal about it. He thought he was doing the person a favor by telling them the truth even though he was never very delicate about it. And even if they are muggles, and are completely useless, he didn't think he'd have the guts to do it. But it was too late, because he had already appeared in what appeared to be Hermione's living room. Then all havoc broke loose. He tried to stay unnoticed but it failed, when Lucius got him, and told him to come finish the man off. Hermione's dad lay in the corner looking horrified and pale. Draco just stood there with his wand out. Thoughts were racing through his head.
"Come on boy" Lucius sounded annoyed. Hermione's dad
took this opportunity to try and get up and leave, but Lucius
saw it out of the corner of his eye.
"Aveda Kedavra" he yelled, and the man fell lifeless to the floor. Draco was frozen to the ground, he couldn't think anymore. All he knew was that 2 people lay dead on the floor around him, and he was part of it. Lucius grabbed Draco and they appeared back at the manor.
"What were you doing? That was embarrassing, luckily Voldemort didn't see."
"Sorry father, I was nervous" draco managed to get out
"We'll make sure it will never happen again, Crucio"
Dracos eyes widened and he fell to the ground squirming in pain. He just wished he would die, he couldn't take it any longer, but after a few more minutes Lucius let off, leaving Draco on the ground. And so it begins my life of pain he thought. He lay there on the ground, and then out of nowhere he remembered the conversation he had heard between Dumbledore and Snape. He got up quickly as he could limping a little from the pain and went straight to his room to write a letter.
Professor Snape,
Find a way to get me out of the house, PLEASE!
Draco Malfoy
He sent the letter feeling a little hope coming back, being a spy would be dangerous but it would be better.
Hey guys! I personally think that chapter was really crappy. But review and let me know what YOU think! Thanx a ton.
