1: At Hogwarts
Draco Malfoy sat in a corner of the Slytherin common room. His sidekicks,
Crabbe and Goyle were, as usual, in the Great Hall, eating. Not that Draco
particularly minded. Ever since he had returned to Hogwarts from the summer
he had wanted someone to have a n intelligent conversation with. So much
had happened to him in that summer holidays, within the first week he had
met.Master, for the first time, and accepted the Dark Mark. He had never
expected to be a Death Eater by the age of fifteen. When he was younger he
had always thought he would when he was older, had left school, but not
now. You see, Draco didn't really want to be a Death Eater. He was cruel,
but intelligent too, and he had no intentions of sitting in a stone cell in
Azkaban for the rest of his life. But what alternative did he have? Death.
What could he do to resist? Nothing. He couldn't stop.Master, that was what
he had to call Voldemort now. it was humiliating! A young wizard of his
position and wealth should not be reduced to grovelling and worshipping!
Looking out of the window, with distaste, Draco saw Potter, Weasley and the mudblood, Granger walking around the lake. He raised his eyebrows and rolled his icy grey eyes.
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It was the first week of the summer holidays. Draco Malfoy had been told by his father that they were going out, he didn't like to ask questions, and his mother, Narcissa was used to Lucius disappearing for something dark and illegal. Draco and Lucius Malfoy flew for hours on their Nimbus two- thousand-and-one broomsticks, over what appeared to be the middle of nowhere, until Lucius pulled sharply into a steep dive, and Draco followed him. They landed in a forest and Lucius started looking around, for someone. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Ah, Lucius, you're late" said a harsh, icy voice. It was him
"Master!" Lucius Malfoy bowed. Draco didn't want to, but he knew he should bow anyway, so he did.
"So this is young Mr Malfoy, I presume."
"Yes Master"
"And, Draco Malfoy, I believe you are keen to become a Death Eater." Draco was speechless. He had never expected this, but he wasn't so stupid as to refuse and be killed.
"Yes.Master." He mumbled
"Good! The boy is learning. Malfoy, come here." Both Lucius and Draco Malfoy began to move towards Voldemort. "No, not you boy!" Lucius Malfoy flinched as Voldemort's long white finger pressed the Mark on his left wrist. Within the next few minutes Death Eaters were apparating everywhere, including Draco's potions teacher and head of house, Severus Snape. When all the Death Eaters had arrived and formed a circle Voldemort spoke again. "We have a new recruit. This is Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's son. The initiation will begin." He turned to face Draco. "Do you swear to work for me, Lord Voldemort and to risk imprisonment or even death in my service?" This was the crucial moment. Draco could say no and die, or say yes and live. Well, what would you have done?
"Yes Master" Voldemort moved towards him and touched his wrist lightly with his icy fingers. As he pressed harder Draco's wrist began to burn and sting. When Voldemort removed his hand Draco collapsed onto his knees clutching his wrist, but Voldemort ignored this, and carried on talking.
"You are now marked as a Death Eater. There can be no turning back at this stage. We will meet again, when I require your services." The Death Eaters began to disapparate, except for Draco and his father. Draco looked at the underside of his left wrist. there was now a mark, a skull with a snake poking out of the jaw, like a tongue. The Dark Mark. Draco felt sick. He was a Death Eater now. If he was caught by the Ministry he would be sent to Azkaban, it was concrete proof, of what he was.
In silence Draco and his father flew back to Malfoy Manor. Draco sighed and then decided to walk down to the Great Hall to look for Crabbe and Goyle. On the way along the corridor he bumped into Hermione Granger.
"Watch it, Granger." He scowled. She looked up defiantly and Draco saw that her eyes were red from crying.
"Why don't you, Malfoy?" She pronounced his name as if it was a disgusting swear word, a curse, a disease. This annoyed Draco. How could she, a mudblood, answer him back! The castle, Hogwarts, was built by wizards, for wizards. The Malfoy's had been attending the school for centuries, whereas Granger wasn't even a real witch. he felt this gave him all the rights and power.
"Don't talk to me like that, you filthy little mudblood. Your kind don't belong at Hogwarts. He had gone too far. Hermione slapped him round the face and he lifted his left hand to his red cheek his robe sleeve slipped down and she saw what was on his left wrist. She gasped.
"Is that.." she avoided even saying it. "Is that.what I think it is?" Draco was ashamed and strangely embarrassed, but he couldn't help arguing with Granger. It was just habit.
"That depends what you think it is." he replied.
"The Dark Mark." she whispered. Draco nodded. "I hate you!" she shrieked. "You're trying to kill Harry! I won't let you!" she fumbled in her robe pockets and pointed her wand at Draco. Draco just laughed.
"Honestly Granger, surely you can't be that naïve. Didn't you guess that Master would have taught me some curses.like the Unforgivables" He grinned and twirled his wand elegantly between his finger. Then he stopped, caught his wand, and held it to Hermione's head. "I could kill you Granger. You'd be dead before your body touched the floor, and I'd be well away before anyone found you. But I won't kill you, because I don't have any real power, even holding this wand here, poised to kill you, I can't do it. I can't kill you without Master's permission. I am not in control of my life, or yours. He is." Draco lowered his wand, and put it in his pocket, then he just walked away.
"Goodbye Draco." Hermione called after him. She had never seen Draco like this before. She understood him. He wasn't how he was out of choice, but by terror and forced obedience. She felt sorry for him, and wanted to be able to help him. She always liked tragic, mysterious people, so much that she almost wanted people to have sad, dark secrets so she could help them! Like her Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher in her third year.he was a werewolf, and she had kept his secret for months. But when the boy was Draco Malfoy.?
Looking out of the window, with distaste, Draco saw Potter, Weasley and the mudblood, Granger walking around the lake. He raised his eyebrows and rolled his icy grey eyes.
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It was the first week of the summer holidays. Draco Malfoy had been told by his father that they were going out, he didn't like to ask questions, and his mother, Narcissa was used to Lucius disappearing for something dark and illegal. Draco and Lucius Malfoy flew for hours on their Nimbus two- thousand-and-one broomsticks, over what appeared to be the middle of nowhere, until Lucius pulled sharply into a steep dive, and Draco followed him. They landed in a forest and Lucius started looking around, for someone. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Ah, Lucius, you're late" said a harsh, icy voice. It was him
"Master!" Lucius Malfoy bowed. Draco didn't want to, but he knew he should bow anyway, so he did.
"So this is young Mr Malfoy, I presume."
"Yes Master"
"And, Draco Malfoy, I believe you are keen to become a Death Eater." Draco was speechless. He had never expected this, but he wasn't so stupid as to refuse and be killed.
"Yes.Master." He mumbled
"Good! The boy is learning. Malfoy, come here." Both Lucius and Draco Malfoy began to move towards Voldemort. "No, not you boy!" Lucius Malfoy flinched as Voldemort's long white finger pressed the Mark on his left wrist. Within the next few minutes Death Eaters were apparating everywhere, including Draco's potions teacher and head of house, Severus Snape. When all the Death Eaters had arrived and formed a circle Voldemort spoke again. "We have a new recruit. This is Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's son. The initiation will begin." He turned to face Draco. "Do you swear to work for me, Lord Voldemort and to risk imprisonment or even death in my service?" This was the crucial moment. Draco could say no and die, or say yes and live. Well, what would you have done?
"Yes Master" Voldemort moved towards him and touched his wrist lightly with his icy fingers. As he pressed harder Draco's wrist began to burn and sting. When Voldemort removed his hand Draco collapsed onto his knees clutching his wrist, but Voldemort ignored this, and carried on talking.
"You are now marked as a Death Eater. There can be no turning back at this stage. We will meet again, when I require your services." The Death Eaters began to disapparate, except for Draco and his father. Draco looked at the underside of his left wrist. there was now a mark, a skull with a snake poking out of the jaw, like a tongue. The Dark Mark. Draco felt sick. He was a Death Eater now. If he was caught by the Ministry he would be sent to Azkaban, it was concrete proof, of what he was.
In silence Draco and his father flew back to Malfoy Manor. Draco sighed and then decided to walk down to the Great Hall to look for Crabbe and Goyle. On the way along the corridor he bumped into Hermione Granger.
"Watch it, Granger." He scowled. She looked up defiantly and Draco saw that her eyes were red from crying.
"Why don't you, Malfoy?" She pronounced his name as if it was a disgusting swear word, a curse, a disease. This annoyed Draco. How could she, a mudblood, answer him back! The castle, Hogwarts, was built by wizards, for wizards. The Malfoy's had been attending the school for centuries, whereas Granger wasn't even a real witch. he felt this gave him all the rights and power.
"Don't talk to me like that, you filthy little mudblood. Your kind don't belong at Hogwarts. He had gone too far. Hermione slapped him round the face and he lifted his left hand to his red cheek his robe sleeve slipped down and she saw what was on his left wrist. She gasped.
"Is that.." she avoided even saying it. "Is that.what I think it is?" Draco was ashamed and strangely embarrassed, but he couldn't help arguing with Granger. It was just habit.
"That depends what you think it is." he replied.
"The Dark Mark." she whispered. Draco nodded. "I hate you!" she shrieked. "You're trying to kill Harry! I won't let you!" she fumbled in her robe pockets and pointed her wand at Draco. Draco just laughed.
"Honestly Granger, surely you can't be that naïve. Didn't you guess that Master would have taught me some curses.like the Unforgivables" He grinned and twirled his wand elegantly between his finger. Then he stopped, caught his wand, and held it to Hermione's head. "I could kill you Granger. You'd be dead before your body touched the floor, and I'd be well away before anyone found you. But I won't kill you, because I don't have any real power, even holding this wand here, poised to kill you, I can't do it. I can't kill you without Master's permission. I am not in control of my life, or yours. He is." Draco lowered his wand, and put it in his pocket, then he just walked away.
"Goodbye Draco." Hermione called after him. She had never seen Draco like this before. She understood him. He wasn't how he was out of choice, but by terror and forced obedience. She felt sorry for him, and wanted to be able to help him. She always liked tragic, mysterious people, so much that she almost wanted people to have sad, dark secrets so she could help them! Like her Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher in her third year.he was a werewolf, and she had kept his secret for months. But when the boy was Draco Malfoy.?