Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters, just the plot.
A/N: I know I didn't put disclaimer in my 1st chapter! Sorry! I forgot! Anyways, thanks for the reviews! By the way, do you know how in the last chapter, I said that Hermione had been having her dreams ever since her last day on the 5th year? Well now she is in her 7th year. So she has been having the same dream for… 1 year?
By the way, there is some child abuse… I think you guys will be able to tell when it will happen. So you can skip that part.
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17 year old Draco Malfoy lay on his bed that night. His usual slicked back hair now fell around his eyes elegantly and his silver eyes showed no emotion. He had a rather disturbing dream. A girl about his age with soft brown hair stood at the end of a corridor. She screamed often in the pitch black darkness as he would light his wand and a flood of light would fill the room. The girl was about Draco's age and had soft brown hair. She had almond colored eyes with golden speckles in them that made her even more beautiful. Very Beautiful. A mask would hide his face but he dared not take it off. He felt warmth run through him but everything shattered around him. He saw the girl fall down into oblivion as he tried to scream a name. Hermione.
He always woke up before anything else but he could never remember the name. But the girl… he always remembered her. In fact, the only reason he like the dream was because of the girl. He could never see her face, but only the outline of her body. She filled in the right places and was the right size for him.
He wanted to hold her in his arms forever. But that would never happen. Draco rolled over onto his side and glanced at his clock. 3:53 am. He hasn't been able to get enough sleep these past weeks, thanks to the dream. He never knew what it all meant. Heck, he even looked in his father's library. Nothing, instead books on the dark arts. But why should Draco be surprised? His father was now in the inner circle of death eaters.
Of course he would have books on the dark arts.
Draco stood up and leaned against his head board that had the Malfoy Crest engraved into it. A snake wound itself up around a dagger covered in blood. The snake represented that all Malfoys went to Slytherin in Hogwarts, and that their senses are as sharp as a snakes. The bloody knife shows that they will do as they please and will do anything to achieve their goals.
With Voldemort back, he is now recruiting new members. Along with the dementors, giants, and almost 1/8th of the wizarding population behind him, efforts to stop him has been doubling. But it still won't stop Voldemort.
Draco stood up from his bed and walked into his bathroom to get ready for his meeting.
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Draco stood in the doorway of the old Riddle house as he watched his father join the rest of the death eaters. The only sources of light came from the few torches that hung on the wall, sending a sickly green color over the room. Fog seemed to seep from the cracks in the walls.
There were cement seats that went down until it reached a golden throne. Draco hastily sat down next to Goyle who along with Crabbe, Parkinson, Bulstrode, and Zabini had showed up. A cloak suddenly appeared on the seat of the throne and began to rise up to take on a form of a human being. As it did, an air of foreboding and death filled the room and many people began to shake a little.
Voldemort.
"How good it is to be here again. And to have all my faithful death eaters." A cloaked hand reached onto the hood and pulled it down, revealing a handsome face beneath. "You might be surprised at what you see and hear to day." The man whispered in a low voice, and yet, everyone could still hear him. He had blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His face was angular, making him quite handsome.
"To join me, is like joining an elite force. In the end, you will have immense power through out the world. Everyone will bow down to you and fear your name. And best of all…" Voldemort grabbed his hood and placed it on his head again. "We will be cleansing this world of all mudbloods. Although I do find some of your allegiance questionable, I still trust of all you."
"Now you must go down there to find what you must do for me, remember you must complete it before your year at Hogwarts end… or else." He whispered once again before the build of the cloak disappeared and the cloth fell to the ground which vanished in a wisp of smoke.
Draco glanced at the corridor to the side and watched as a figure emerged from its shadows. "Draco Malfoy, this way." The man announced as he shrank back down the corridor. Draco stood and walked over until Lucius stood in his way and grabbed the boy by the arm.
"You better not mess this up boy. We are not allowed to help you, so you better do good." He growled in a menacing tone before he backed away and joined his fellow death eaters. Draco shrugged the statement off and followed the man into a small room with a simple desk and 2 chairs.
"My name is Pettigrew, Peter." The man announced and sat down, signaling for Draco to do the same. In Draco's opinion, he couldn't care less for the man. He was just there for Voldemort's use until he is useless. That is how everyone is used. They are just pawns in his own game, and Draco didn't want a part of that. He never really hated mudbloods, but that was how he grew up. To thirst for the death of all mudbloods.
Something he wished that he never learned.
Draco finished his thoughts and leaned against the wall. "I think I will stay here." He mumbled. But Peter didn't hear as he was shuffling through papers. "Now," Peter said as he rested his hands on the desk. "Voldemort seems to favor you quite a bit. So your task is the most important. You must somehow capture Harry Potter. Bring him here and we will end his miserable life." Peter smirked at the thought. "So do you accept?"
Draco couldn't help but smirk either.
"Of course."
(A/N: I could end it here you know, but it is not exactly a "totally exciting, I want more" cliffhanger… But I feel like typing more, so here goes!)
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Draco stared out the window from his room. His eyes showing no emotion, but that doesn't mean that he has no heart. In fact, he was contemplating on whether or not he should do the task, or tell Voldemort to shove it. On the other hand, to be rid of Harry Potter for the rest of his life. To be quite honest, the only reason he really picked on the boy was because, unlike Draco, had everything he could ever want; even though his parents were dead.
Draco was rich and he still led a miserable life. Sure he got what he wanted, anything. But Harry Potter had friends who treated him as one, not as someone who should be feared just because he is one of Voldemort's favorites. Not only friends, but family. A family that Draco would of like to have, instead of these miserable people who cared for nothing but them selves.
The debate in his head continued to rage on as rain continued to drop from the sky.
------Hermione's room-------
Hermione was found writing a letter to her best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Tomorrow was Harry's birthday and Hermione was hoping that Pig, Ron's owl, would come by soon.
'Dear Harry,
Happy birthday! I hope you are doing fine now.'
Hermione paused for a moment. She didn't want to worry Ron and Harry about what her father had been doing to her the past few months.
'I am sorry, I don't have much time to write this, happy birthday again, I'll see you on the train!'
She paused again. Hermione heard heavy footsteps coming closer and closer. Her father was coming… She quickly grabbed the parchment, quill, and ink and placed them in the draw just in time. Her bedroom door banged open and in came her drunken father.
"You bloody BITCH!" He roared as he ran towards Hermione, grabbing her wrist. He pulled her body close to his so that Hermione's face was right in front of his. Hermione could smell Vodka on the tip of his tongue and cringed slightly. "You good for nothin', stinking mudblood!" He continued to screech.
Hermione was lost in tears. This is the first time she had heard her father call her that… the mere presence of the word opened up wounds deep inside. Memories of what had happened the past years broke into her mind. She felt her self fall, just like in her dream.
"Do you know why no one likes you? 'cause you are the most ugly, filthy, scum in this world, and with your lot!" Tears stopped pouring from Hermione's eyes. She just couldn't hold it in anymore. She was starting to think… that maybe, it was true.
Hermione looked up at her father. He gave her a sneer before throwing her into a wall and retreated back downstairs. Hermione held her arm tightly. A new bruise had formed, but not only that, healed wounds opened up again inside.
Maybe, just maybe, her father is right after all…
A/N: Erg, I know, that was evil! I am sorry. But I have to show you guys how evil her father can be. Please review and leave me some ideas. Thank you!