There was an unnatural stillness at the dinner table that evening that not
only Draco felt. Draco pushed his food around his plate subconsciously,
every sound making him jump and the silence drumming in his ear. His mother
was staring at the table, every now and then straightening up and
swallowing hard; she didn't touch her plate. Draco's father ate his food
normally but anyone could see he was on edge as he gripped his goblet a
little too hard.
"He shall be here soon." Lucius Malfoy's voice cut into the silence, his tone sharp and alert. Draco took a deep, shuddering breath; this was it. He raised his eyes to his father's face. Why is he putting me through this? Draco thought hotly. Why is he making me see him? His father didn't look at him when he spoke.
"Draco, if you are ready, come with me now." Draco was not ready. He would never be ready. He was ready to run from this room, this house, run from him, but he was not ready to see him, to meet him. These thoughts were useless; he could not hide from Lord Voldemort, or his father. He stood up, and walked over to his father silently. There was no eye contact. They walked silently from the room, leaving his mother staring at them with horribly bright eyes as they closed the door. The hallway in which they were walking seemed longer and less safe than usual, Draco could feel his father walking very close to him and wished he wasn't there. They were approaching a small door at the side of the hallway, and Draco knew that must be where he would be meeting him. Him; Lord Voldemort.
They reached the door, and his father put his hand on the doorknob. Suddenly, Draco seized his father's arm and pulled it sharply away from the door. Lucius looked at his son in surprise.
"Father." Draco croaked in a frightened, trembling voice. He was still clutching his father's arm tightly.
"Please, I don't want to." He pleaded urgently. He couldn't go in that room; he wouldn't. His father's face had hardened and his eyes were icy.
"You will do as I say, Draco." He said coldly. Draco did not understand his father, why was he doing this to him? Lucius prized Draco's hands off of his arm roughly and turned to the door once more. This time, Draco didn't touch him, instead, he ran past his father as fast as he could, sprinting as he hadn't done in a long time. He expected to hear his father's footsteps behind him but he didn't, he heard his father's angry voice bellow,
"ACCIO!" The spell hit him in the back and he felt his whole body lift off the ground, and then wrenched backwards. He skidded painfully onto the floor and lay in a heap at his father's feet. He felt his father grab the neck of his robes and pull him roughly to his feet.
"Idiot boy!" his father hissed at him. Draco was fighting back the urge to either hit his father, or cry.
"Father, please." Draco moaned.
"I don't want to do what you do; I don't want to kill people yet. I'm only sixteen.please." The tears were actually brimming in his eyes now, and he wiped them away ferociously. Lucius was staring at his son with the same coldness he had before, but with a slight softness in his face.
"The Dark Lord needs you, Draco. He needs you for his plan. His need, his - his obsession of killing Harry Potter is so great it is all he thinks about. But he cannot get near him, he." Draco didn't hear the rest of what his father was saying. Harry Potter. Lord Voldemort wanted him to kill Harry Potter. A numb disbelief and chill rushed over him as he remembered the dream, the dream where he, Draco, had been Harry in the graveyard, being tortured by Voldemort. Sure enough, he hated Potter, and always had done, but he had wouldn't kill him; he was only bluffing when he said he was going to, he didn't really mean it. He looked around himself for something that would explain it to him, but when he looked forward he just saw a door opening in front of him, a blurred voice and something pushing him hard in the back, pushing him into the room. The door closed. He was in an empty room, except for two chairs and a fire crackling in the fireplace. This must be where he would be meeting Voldemort, he thought. He turned and ran at the door, but it was locked shut. He whipped out his wand and shouted,
"ALOE HAMORA!" Nothing happened. He repeated the spell desperately, but it didn't unlock the door. He rattled the door knob frantically but the door didn't budge.
"Father!" he screamed.
"Father, please..please." It was useless, his father would not come. Suddenly, a flash of green light illuminated the walls and then vanished. A dark shadow was silhouetted against the wall. A tall, thin, hooded shadow. Draco turned slowly to face the source of the shadow. He was met by two gleaming red eyes, with cat-like slits, featured on a flat, chalk-white face.
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The only sound that Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy heard from their son their son that day, when he was in that room, was a short, muffled shriek.
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"He shall be here soon." Lucius Malfoy's voice cut into the silence, his tone sharp and alert. Draco took a deep, shuddering breath; this was it. He raised his eyes to his father's face. Why is he putting me through this? Draco thought hotly. Why is he making me see him? His father didn't look at him when he spoke.
"Draco, if you are ready, come with me now." Draco was not ready. He would never be ready. He was ready to run from this room, this house, run from him, but he was not ready to see him, to meet him. These thoughts were useless; he could not hide from Lord Voldemort, or his father. He stood up, and walked over to his father silently. There was no eye contact. They walked silently from the room, leaving his mother staring at them with horribly bright eyes as they closed the door. The hallway in which they were walking seemed longer and less safe than usual, Draco could feel his father walking very close to him and wished he wasn't there. They were approaching a small door at the side of the hallway, and Draco knew that must be where he would be meeting him. Him; Lord Voldemort.
They reached the door, and his father put his hand on the doorknob. Suddenly, Draco seized his father's arm and pulled it sharply away from the door. Lucius looked at his son in surprise.
"Father." Draco croaked in a frightened, trembling voice. He was still clutching his father's arm tightly.
"Please, I don't want to." He pleaded urgently. He couldn't go in that room; he wouldn't. His father's face had hardened and his eyes were icy.
"You will do as I say, Draco." He said coldly. Draco did not understand his father, why was he doing this to him? Lucius prized Draco's hands off of his arm roughly and turned to the door once more. This time, Draco didn't touch him, instead, he ran past his father as fast as he could, sprinting as he hadn't done in a long time. He expected to hear his father's footsteps behind him but he didn't, he heard his father's angry voice bellow,
"ACCIO!" The spell hit him in the back and he felt his whole body lift off the ground, and then wrenched backwards. He skidded painfully onto the floor and lay in a heap at his father's feet. He felt his father grab the neck of his robes and pull him roughly to his feet.
"Idiot boy!" his father hissed at him. Draco was fighting back the urge to either hit his father, or cry.
"Father, please." Draco moaned.
"I don't want to do what you do; I don't want to kill people yet. I'm only sixteen.please." The tears were actually brimming in his eyes now, and he wiped them away ferociously. Lucius was staring at his son with the same coldness he had before, but with a slight softness in his face.
"The Dark Lord needs you, Draco. He needs you for his plan. His need, his - his obsession of killing Harry Potter is so great it is all he thinks about. But he cannot get near him, he." Draco didn't hear the rest of what his father was saying. Harry Potter. Lord Voldemort wanted him to kill Harry Potter. A numb disbelief and chill rushed over him as he remembered the dream, the dream where he, Draco, had been Harry in the graveyard, being tortured by Voldemort. Sure enough, he hated Potter, and always had done, but he had wouldn't kill him; he was only bluffing when he said he was going to, he didn't really mean it. He looked around himself for something that would explain it to him, but when he looked forward he just saw a door opening in front of him, a blurred voice and something pushing him hard in the back, pushing him into the room. The door closed. He was in an empty room, except for two chairs and a fire crackling in the fireplace. This must be where he would be meeting Voldemort, he thought. He turned and ran at the door, but it was locked shut. He whipped out his wand and shouted,
"ALOE HAMORA!" Nothing happened. He repeated the spell desperately, but it didn't unlock the door. He rattled the door knob frantically but the door didn't budge.
"Father!" he screamed.
"Father, please..please." It was useless, his father would not come. Suddenly, a flash of green light illuminated the walls and then vanished. A dark shadow was silhouetted against the wall. A tall, thin, hooded shadow. Draco turned slowly to face the source of the shadow. He was met by two gleaming red eyes, with cat-like slits, featured on a flat, chalk-white face.
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The only sound that Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy heard from their son their son that day, when he was in that room, was a short, muffled shriek.
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