Hey everyone! This is my first ever HP fic. I'm gonna tell you now that I will try to update as much as possible, but you know how it goes.... Oh yea, I don't own anything but the plot and my really cool purple glitter lamp. I might not even own the plot but oh well. I don't own Harry, Hermione or Draco...I wish I did, but I don't...JKR owns them all, I'm just borrowing them for now...I promise to put them back when I'm done though...Well maybe not Draco... Ok, I know you all are thinking, 'Ok, enough of this, where's the story?' So I'll shut up now.... one last thing, I like reviews.....but I'm not going to demand them...
Lucius Malfoy looked at his son with an evil glint in his cold, steel blue eyes. "Kill him." His compassion less voice demanded to the occupants of the silent dungeon.
Draco looked at his father. "You bastard."
The death eaters gathered around Voldemort, some on their hands and knees, kissing the hems of his robes, others following him to where Draco was chained to the wall of the dungeon. Draco's porcelain face was bruised and bloodied from the death eaters, mainly his father and his minions, Crabbe and Goyle, torturing him for refusing to be a Malfoy. Meaning Draco didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps and becoming Voldemort's right hand man and heir.
The death eaters were too busy watching Voldemort's every move to notice the one who didn't, who was readying his wand. Voldemort made his way over to where Draco was, he raised his wand and said, "Avada Kedavra."
The same instant everyone saw the characteristic green light, they also saw a fog go over the dungeon. When the fog cleared, everyone saw the same thing, Draco Malfoy's body lay limp in the shackles holding him to the wall.
As the meeting drew to a close, Voldemort went over his usual evil plans; To kill Harry Potter so that the Dark Lord might one day rise again. Both Crabbe and Goyle walked past Draco's limp form, still on the wall, on their way out. Both of them whispered, "Burn in hell, you bloody traitor."
Little did anyone know Draco Malfoy had one last trick up his sleeve...
Sorry it's so short, I have the next chapter written already. I just need to find time to type it. If you have any suggestions or comments, feel free to click the cute little review button that just happens to match my purple glitter lamp...
Lucius Malfoy looked at his son with an evil glint in his cold, steel blue eyes. "Kill him." His compassion less voice demanded to the occupants of the silent dungeon.
Draco looked at his father. "You bastard."
The death eaters gathered around Voldemort, some on their hands and knees, kissing the hems of his robes, others following him to where Draco was chained to the wall of the dungeon. Draco's porcelain face was bruised and bloodied from the death eaters, mainly his father and his minions, Crabbe and Goyle, torturing him for refusing to be a Malfoy. Meaning Draco didn't want to follow in his father's footsteps and becoming Voldemort's right hand man and heir.
The death eaters were too busy watching Voldemort's every move to notice the one who didn't, who was readying his wand. Voldemort made his way over to where Draco was, he raised his wand and said, "Avada Kedavra."
The same instant everyone saw the characteristic green light, they also saw a fog go over the dungeon. When the fog cleared, everyone saw the same thing, Draco Malfoy's body lay limp in the shackles holding him to the wall.
As the meeting drew to a close, Voldemort went over his usual evil plans; To kill Harry Potter so that the Dark Lord might one day rise again. Both Crabbe and Goyle walked past Draco's limp form, still on the wall, on their way out. Both of them whispered, "Burn in hell, you bloody traitor."
Little did anyone know Draco Malfoy had one last trick up his sleeve...
Sorry it's so short, I have the next chapter written already. I just need to find time to type it. If you have any suggestions or comments, feel free to click the cute little review button that just happens to match my purple glitter lamp...