I Love to See You Cry ~hotsleekeyz~
Chapter 14 Power of the Dark Side ************************************
"My son, tell me you are NEVER going to kill your father! Son! You will not kill your father!", Narcissa pleaded crying at Draco's knees. She hugged one leg while Draco stared at her with a blank face.
"If my ancestors are the reason why all of us shall suffer, I shall put justice in my hands and kill my own family"
"No! Draco, he is your father! You can't kill him"
"I'm sorry mother. My own father killed wizards as a way of living . . . and I, his son, whom he taught well, shall kill him with my own hands"
Narcissa thought the situation hopeless. She wouldn't be able to change Draco's mind. So, she went out of the room and went to her room silently weeping.
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* knock. knock *
"Come in", Draco muttered breathing deep and hard.
The door opened slowly and shocked him to find that it was neither his parents nor the house elves.
It was Stephen Bridges.
"Good evening Draco Malfoy", Stephen greeted a dumbfounded Draco who sat by his desk, deep in thoughts.
"Same to you. Lucky you found my room. Did you quite got lost?"
"Not at all. Dogs know how to sniff their way around", Stephen replied with a smile.
"What do you want? To tell you honestly, I wasn't expecting anyone of my age to be a Death Eater"
"Draco, Lucius has already planned things that will happen after your initiation. He will not allow you to fight with the Light Wizards and reckons it would be best if you will not finish the school year in Hogwarts. The best Death Eaters will train you to fight against Dumbledore's side even before you finish school. He plans to get Hermione during Christmas vacation to be held prisoner and slave. She will be used as a bait so that you will follow your father's orders", relayed Stephen with a deep voice.
The pale-skinned boy stared at the young Death Eater in front of him . . . trying to decipher whether or not he will believe the person standing right before him.
"Why are you telling me this? Is this a part of my Father's plans?", Draco asked in utmost suspicion.
"I am the only one who could help you right now. This is not a part of your father's plans. I came to tell you this on my own will because I am your friend. Draco, you will be the only one who can save Hermione . . . and Harry as well"
Stephen stepped closer to Draco and gently put a hand on Draco's shoulder.
"Who are you?", Draco inquired.
"Your friend Draco . . . whose real name is ---"
Stephen leaned closer to Draco's ear and whispered his name into it.
Draco's ears seemed to be playing a trick on him. He didn't expect someone like 'Stephen' would help him out. And since the situation couldn't get any more absurd than it already was, he gave in to it. Draco agreed to cooperate with Stephen. Hermione's life is in danger once again, without him knowing when his Father would come after the woman he loves.
"What do yo want me to do? I reckon we need to figure out our own plan this instant. Knowing Father, he cold take Hermione at this moment. My owl is still on its way to Hogwarts and won't be returning until tomorrow. We got to inform Professor Dumbledore at once!", Draco mouthed with a hint of panic in his voice.
If Hermione would be captured, there is no way Draco could do it alone . . . figuring a way to put an end to the curse. He couldn't afford to lose her. . . knowing that being in Lucius' hands is the same as being in "danger's hands".
"Draco, I hope you'll trust me with my plan. Lucius informed me about this three weeks ago and I thought of different ways to get out of this situation. First, I had your horse agree to send a letter to Hogwarts. That's the best I could think of right now. I reckon you couldn't use any owl of your father's"
"My horse Claude? He let you 'talk' to him? He doesn't let anyone touch him if it's not me or the house elf that takes care of him. How did you . . "
"Easy for you to forget who I am. I reckon that you know I can talk to animals", Stephen cut in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Yes, pardon me. So how about Claude sending the letter?"
"Claude will send your message to Dumbledore. You shall include everything I said about your father's plans. Tell him to be on guard for Hermione. Even at Hogwarts, she couldn't be that safe. For now Draco, you start writing you message so that it could be sent early tonight. You don't have much time left. In half an hour, the Death Eater's ceremony will start. Just tell them not to worry about tonight. But I'll tell you, it might hurt a bit . . .". Stephen eyed Draco's face which was paler than usual.
So Draco started writing with silence filling his room. Stephen watched him from afar, pacing around. As soon as Draco finished writing, he stood by Stephen' side and asked him a question that bothered him much while he was writing.
"Stephen, I hope you don't mind me asking but does Ginny Weasley know about your true identity?"
Stephen reached for the parchment and got hold of it.
"Ginny doesn't know about me, as who I really am. It might come as a shock to her. I just hope she'd understand that the only way I could get near Harry is being with his friends, if not one of them. Being another Slytherin like you, I didn't expect Harry or any of his friends to accept me as one of them. So I had to choose having a connection with Ginny with my 17-year old body. I say, she's really smart . . . not as smart as your Hermione though. Ginny wouldn't be accelerated a year higher in fourth grade if she wasn't. Pity the girl, she's got it all . . . well, almost. If I could only be in this body forever, I would pursue committing myself to her. But I can't. She might find me too old for her", Stephen justified himself teasingly at Draco.
A faint smile came out of Draco's lips. Deep inside he was wishing that time stood still. He didn't want to think what could possibly happen to Hermione if Lucius got hold of her.
"Excuse me Draco, I reckon you have to prepare now. I'll just send this to Claude as I go out. Don't worry. If us Death Eaters wouldn't be staying any longer than six days here, I'll keep guarding you afterwards. Good luck Draco. Don't allow your father to let you down!", Stephen gave a last smile before he opened the door out.
"Thank you", Draco gave a last reply, feeling emptier than usual having found someone who could help him and see that person just walk out the door. Anyone's presence could have given comfort to his agonized soul, except of course anyone on his father's side.
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Draco entered the dungeon seeing about a hundred Death Eaters dressed in black with hoods covering their faces. It was the first time that night that he felt calm and sure of himself. His every step nearer his father was like having a knife stabbed at him deeper after every entry of it to his flesh. If this every step nearer his father would be the same as his own hands killing his father, he would be most glad to go through the initiation at once. Anger raged him. His eyes emitted a violent aura. His brows furrowed in containing his extreme emotions.
"My Son, I introduce you to my fellow Death Eaters. My friends, my Son, Draco Malfoy, Heir of Salazar Slytherin . . . and my Lord Voldemort, here before you is my son, Lord Drache Mal Foi"
Lucius was introducing one to the other with full pride as he is the father of the heir of Voldemort's great power.
"Very well, let us proceed Lucius . . . I can't wait to see the rebirth of Evil . . . of Darkness, the plague that will destroy all who comes our way", Voldemort's hissing voice sent shivers to Draco's spine. Then, he caught sight of Stephen.
How did raco know it was Stephen when the hood was supposed to cover his face? Draco saw gleaming eyes sparkle underneath the hood . . . it was enough to know Stephen through that.
A Death Eater held Draco by his arms and led him up three steps towards an altar. There were candles all around and a long table with petals of red roses over it. When Draco looked back to see the couple more owners of footsteps behind him, both his arms were clutched side by side. Draco tried getting out of their tight grasps but to no avail. He tried kickingthem and pushing them away but he was evidently outnumbered. Deep inside, he was feeling helpless, having no one to help him but a hundred Death Eaters rejoicing around him. If his Father was asking these people to hold him tight like that, he bet what's coming next is not nice at all.
Great marble pillars were pushed towards his direction. The chains attached to it were full-sized. In a matter of seconds, the humungous chains were attached to his arms.
"Father, what is this?"
"Now son, we will have a bit of fun. You will be tied there and you have to figure out what will happen next". Lucius let out an evil grin.
"You didn't tell me about this! Cheater!". Draco was furious. He already knew what to expect next. Draco once saw a wizard being lashed before . . . and undoubtedly, he will be lashed as well that night.
Draco's clothes were ripped off him, leaving him only with his pair of pants. The perfectly sculpted body underneath was revealed while his eyes were fixed on his father's, who was obviously enjoying himself up the balcony inside the dungeon. Voldemort was drinking wine from his goblet and stared at Draco, expecting the latter to revolt.
The room was cold. The winter air filled the room. But then, Draco felt something hot behind him . . .too hot that it made him sweat greatly even if the air that surrounded him was cold. A few seconds more when Draco felt it just above his skin. A torch was placed a few inches away from his pale, sweaty skin. Draco couldn't argue now. He agreed to be a Death Eater. He just contained his thoughts that if he was to go against his father whilst he was away from Hermione, Lucius would get her at once.Draco thought it was the simplest thing that his father could do at the moment, expecting the worst. He waited thinking what will come for him next as he was slowly losing the feel of his skin with the extreme heat.
A gentle hand touched him on his shoulder blade, and another . . . the hands were playing with the sweat on Draco's skin. He suddenly felt the hand the hands travel from his shoulders down to his chained hands. . . then up again on his chest. . .
A playful hand , made its way down to Draco's manhood.
The other hand went up his neck, then touched his feverish lips.
He was so curious to know who the person was so he tried tilting his head to the side, the most that he could do to view the person behind.
Draco smelled the perfume . . .
"Hermione? How did you get here? Why are you here?', Draco asked in fury and shock.
"Hush dear, no more questions"
The woman from behind bit Draco's left air as she touched Draco's length, giving it a bit of a squeeze.
"You're not Hermione!"
"Very welll young master Malfoy"
The woman lid her way from behind through Draco's right side of his body, and went in fron tof him.
The woman was stunning . . . she resembled a Veela, with her brown hair as exception. Her eyes were very sexy---burning with passion as it stared at Draco's eyes of steel cold.
The woman continued exploring every part of Draco's body. She knelt down before him, placing her right check over Draco's manhood. Draco felt very uneasy with a woman over and below him. He realized that the woman was on her way back up when her warm breathy hovered the skin of his abdomen.
The woman licked Draco's skin from his perfect abs up his chest and neck to the side of his lips, carefully teasing Draco.
Much to everyone's surprise, Draco hungrily kissed the woman.
After torridly kissing her, Draco led his mouth towards the woman's right ear and whispered to her.
"If that's what you wanted, you got it. So please, go away so that this whole shit could be over at once", Draco spat.
"Master Malfoy, I'm not done with you . . .", she whispered back seductively. Then she disappeared out of Draco's sight.
He was alone again in the middle of the dungeon with the chains still attached to him. It was worse thinking that a hundred Death Eaters were watching him.
He was breathing hard, mad at the sight of his father in front of him.
In the calmness of the cold night, a green light illuminated the dungeon.
'WHACK!'
A whip made its way through his skin, cutting him deep on his back. Draco winced in pain, feeling the blood slowly ooze out of his open flesh.
'WHACK!'
Another lash hit him, stinging his skin, now wounded.
"You're enjoying this aren't you Draco Malfoy?", Voldemort hissed. His voice irritated Draco so much that the latter tried to contain his anger and pain in long, deeep, suppressed breaths. . .
'WHACK! WHACK! . . . WHACK!'
The persecutor must have enjoyed himself doing this, or so Draco thought. Draco felt his wounds sting badly with his sweat coming in contact with his open wounds.
'Lucius must have one hell of a time with this'
Draco started moaning and groaning under the pain the lashes gave him. It must have been a dozen in number already and he expected more . . . and he was right. About a dozen more met his mortally wounded torso.
His head hung down lifelessly while his back arched backwards with every time the whip came in contact with his skin.
All this physical assault mad ehim lose much of his strength. When he felt his body was already numb, the lashing stopped and a voice came from behind his ear.
"It hurt didn't it?"
It was the same woman who seduced him. She took off the chains from Draco and caught him in her arms. His weight bored onto her since was Draco was extremely strengthless. She assisted Draco to the table and laid him over it.
Draco's eyes already failed him and his muscles couldn't move as well. He attempted to imagine what kind of torture is next for him.
He heard footsteps nearing him.
"Son, you liked it, didn't you? I reckoned you'll enjoy that before you get initiated tonight. Death Eaters don't rally go through torture before the ceremony but our Lord Voldemort figured out that if we made you more furious than you already are, converting you into one of us would be more than a hundred percent success for us . . . Imagine a ruler more powerful and evil than his predecessors . . .", Lucius' voice thundered through the room and his evil guffaw followed short.
'Welcome . . . TO THE DARK SIDE, Lord Drache Mal Foi . . .", Voldemort seconded as a deafening clap of thunder came about.
Death Eaters started chanting, uttering words in an older form of Latin.
Draco tried to open his eyes with all his remaining might and saw Death Eaters surrounding him.
"Hermione, help me . . ."
Then Draco's eyes closed once more as his body gave him up . . .
~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~
*** Please be informed that this is not related to the 5th installment of the Harry Potter book series : Order of Phoenix. Obviously, I finished writing this in May, so I haven't considered the 5th book's content (oh yeah, how can I?!)
***hope you liked this. The initiation proper will be in the next chapter.
*** as usual, read and review! Thanks for those who did! I will put some notes for you in the 15th chappie!
Chapter 14 Power of the Dark Side ************************************
"My son, tell me you are NEVER going to kill your father! Son! You will not kill your father!", Narcissa pleaded crying at Draco's knees. She hugged one leg while Draco stared at her with a blank face.
"If my ancestors are the reason why all of us shall suffer, I shall put justice in my hands and kill my own family"
"No! Draco, he is your father! You can't kill him"
"I'm sorry mother. My own father killed wizards as a way of living . . . and I, his son, whom he taught well, shall kill him with my own hands"
Narcissa thought the situation hopeless. She wouldn't be able to change Draco's mind. So, she went out of the room and went to her room silently weeping.
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* knock. knock *
"Come in", Draco muttered breathing deep and hard.
The door opened slowly and shocked him to find that it was neither his parents nor the house elves.
It was Stephen Bridges.
"Good evening Draco Malfoy", Stephen greeted a dumbfounded Draco who sat by his desk, deep in thoughts.
"Same to you. Lucky you found my room. Did you quite got lost?"
"Not at all. Dogs know how to sniff their way around", Stephen replied with a smile.
"What do you want? To tell you honestly, I wasn't expecting anyone of my age to be a Death Eater"
"Draco, Lucius has already planned things that will happen after your initiation. He will not allow you to fight with the Light Wizards and reckons it would be best if you will not finish the school year in Hogwarts. The best Death Eaters will train you to fight against Dumbledore's side even before you finish school. He plans to get Hermione during Christmas vacation to be held prisoner and slave. She will be used as a bait so that you will follow your father's orders", relayed Stephen with a deep voice.
The pale-skinned boy stared at the young Death Eater in front of him . . . trying to decipher whether or not he will believe the person standing right before him.
"Why are you telling me this? Is this a part of my Father's plans?", Draco asked in utmost suspicion.
"I am the only one who could help you right now. This is not a part of your father's plans. I came to tell you this on my own will because I am your friend. Draco, you will be the only one who can save Hermione . . . and Harry as well"
Stephen stepped closer to Draco and gently put a hand on Draco's shoulder.
"Who are you?", Draco inquired.
"Your friend Draco . . . whose real name is ---"
Stephen leaned closer to Draco's ear and whispered his name into it.
Draco's ears seemed to be playing a trick on him. He didn't expect someone like 'Stephen' would help him out. And since the situation couldn't get any more absurd than it already was, he gave in to it. Draco agreed to cooperate with Stephen. Hermione's life is in danger once again, without him knowing when his Father would come after the woman he loves.
"What do yo want me to do? I reckon we need to figure out our own plan this instant. Knowing Father, he cold take Hermione at this moment. My owl is still on its way to Hogwarts and won't be returning until tomorrow. We got to inform Professor Dumbledore at once!", Draco mouthed with a hint of panic in his voice.
If Hermione would be captured, there is no way Draco could do it alone . . . figuring a way to put an end to the curse. He couldn't afford to lose her. . . knowing that being in Lucius' hands is the same as being in "danger's hands".
"Draco, I hope you'll trust me with my plan. Lucius informed me about this three weeks ago and I thought of different ways to get out of this situation. First, I had your horse agree to send a letter to Hogwarts. That's the best I could think of right now. I reckon you couldn't use any owl of your father's"
"My horse Claude? He let you 'talk' to him? He doesn't let anyone touch him if it's not me or the house elf that takes care of him. How did you . . "
"Easy for you to forget who I am. I reckon that you know I can talk to animals", Stephen cut in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Yes, pardon me. So how about Claude sending the letter?"
"Claude will send your message to Dumbledore. You shall include everything I said about your father's plans. Tell him to be on guard for Hermione. Even at Hogwarts, she couldn't be that safe. For now Draco, you start writing you message so that it could be sent early tonight. You don't have much time left. In half an hour, the Death Eater's ceremony will start. Just tell them not to worry about tonight. But I'll tell you, it might hurt a bit . . .". Stephen eyed Draco's face which was paler than usual.
So Draco started writing with silence filling his room. Stephen watched him from afar, pacing around. As soon as Draco finished writing, he stood by Stephen' side and asked him a question that bothered him much while he was writing.
"Stephen, I hope you don't mind me asking but does Ginny Weasley know about your true identity?"
Stephen reached for the parchment and got hold of it.
"Ginny doesn't know about me, as who I really am. It might come as a shock to her. I just hope she'd understand that the only way I could get near Harry is being with his friends, if not one of them. Being another Slytherin like you, I didn't expect Harry or any of his friends to accept me as one of them. So I had to choose having a connection with Ginny with my 17-year old body. I say, she's really smart . . . not as smart as your Hermione though. Ginny wouldn't be accelerated a year higher in fourth grade if she wasn't. Pity the girl, she's got it all . . . well, almost. If I could only be in this body forever, I would pursue committing myself to her. But I can't. She might find me too old for her", Stephen justified himself teasingly at Draco.
A faint smile came out of Draco's lips. Deep inside he was wishing that time stood still. He didn't want to think what could possibly happen to Hermione if Lucius got hold of her.
"Excuse me Draco, I reckon you have to prepare now. I'll just send this to Claude as I go out. Don't worry. If us Death Eaters wouldn't be staying any longer than six days here, I'll keep guarding you afterwards. Good luck Draco. Don't allow your father to let you down!", Stephen gave a last smile before he opened the door out.
"Thank you", Draco gave a last reply, feeling emptier than usual having found someone who could help him and see that person just walk out the door. Anyone's presence could have given comfort to his agonized soul, except of course anyone on his father's side.
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Draco entered the dungeon seeing about a hundred Death Eaters dressed in black with hoods covering their faces. It was the first time that night that he felt calm and sure of himself. His every step nearer his father was like having a knife stabbed at him deeper after every entry of it to his flesh. If this every step nearer his father would be the same as his own hands killing his father, he would be most glad to go through the initiation at once. Anger raged him. His eyes emitted a violent aura. His brows furrowed in containing his extreme emotions.
"My Son, I introduce you to my fellow Death Eaters. My friends, my Son, Draco Malfoy, Heir of Salazar Slytherin . . . and my Lord Voldemort, here before you is my son, Lord Drache Mal Foi"
Lucius was introducing one to the other with full pride as he is the father of the heir of Voldemort's great power.
"Very well, let us proceed Lucius . . . I can't wait to see the rebirth of Evil . . . of Darkness, the plague that will destroy all who comes our way", Voldemort's hissing voice sent shivers to Draco's spine. Then, he caught sight of Stephen.
How did raco know it was Stephen when the hood was supposed to cover his face? Draco saw gleaming eyes sparkle underneath the hood . . . it was enough to know Stephen through that.
A Death Eater held Draco by his arms and led him up three steps towards an altar. There were candles all around and a long table with petals of red roses over it. When Draco looked back to see the couple more owners of footsteps behind him, both his arms were clutched side by side. Draco tried getting out of their tight grasps but to no avail. He tried kickingthem and pushing them away but he was evidently outnumbered. Deep inside, he was feeling helpless, having no one to help him but a hundred Death Eaters rejoicing around him. If his Father was asking these people to hold him tight like that, he bet what's coming next is not nice at all.
Great marble pillars were pushed towards his direction. The chains attached to it were full-sized. In a matter of seconds, the humungous chains were attached to his arms.
"Father, what is this?"
"Now son, we will have a bit of fun. You will be tied there and you have to figure out what will happen next". Lucius let out an evil grin.
"You didn't tell me about this! Cheater!". Draco was furious. He already knew what to expect next. Draco once saw a wizard being lashed before . . . and undoubtedly, he will be lashed as well that night.
Draco's clothes were ripped off him, leaving him only with his pair of pants. The perfectly sculpted body underneath was revealed while his eyes were fixed on his father's, who was obviously enjoying himself up the balcony inside the dungeon. Voldemort was drinking wine from his goblet and stared at Draco, expecting the latter to revolt.
The room was cold. The winter air filled the room. But then, Draco felt something hot behind him . . .too hot that it made him sweat greatly even if the air that surrounded him was cold. A few seconds more when Draco felt it just above his skin. A torch was placed a few inches away from his pale, sweaty skin. Draco couldn't argue now. He agreed to be a Death Eater. He just contained his thoughts that if he was to go against his father whilst he was away from Hermione, Lucius would get her at once.Draco thought it was the simplest thing that his father could do at the moment, expecting the worst. He waited thinking what will come for him next as he was slowly losing the feel of his skin with the extreme heat.
A gentle hand touched him on his shoulder blade, and another . . . the hands were playing with the sweat on Draco's skin. He suddenly felt the hand the hands travel from his shoulders down to his chained hands. . . then up again on his chest. . .
A playful hand , made its way down to Draco's manhood.
The other hand went up his neck, then touched his feverish lips.
He was so curious to know who the person was so he tried tilting his head to the side, the most that he could do to view the person behind.
Draco smelled the perfume . . .
"Hermione? How did you get here? Why are you here?', Draco asked in fury and shock.
"Hush dear, no more questions"
The woman from behind bit Draco's left air as she touched Draco's length, giving it a bit of a squeeze.
"You're not Hermione!"
"Very welll young master Malfoy"
The woman lid her way from behind through Draco's right side of his body, and went in fron tof him.
The woman was stunning . . . she resembled a Veela, with her brown hair as exception. Her eyes were very sexy---burning with passion as it stared at Draco's eyes of steel cold.
The woman continued exploring every part of Draco's body. She knelt down before him, placing her right check over Draco's manhood. Draco felt very uneasy with a woman over and below him. He realized that the woman was on her way back up when her warm breathy hovered the skin of his abdomen.
The woman licked Draco's skin from his perfect abs up his chest and neck to the side of his lips, carefully teasing Draco.
Much to everyone's surprise, Draco hungrily kissed the woman.
After torridly kissing her, Draco led his mouth towards the woman's right ear and whispered to her.
"If that's what you wanted, you got it. So please, go away so that this whole shit could be over at once", Draco spat.
"Master Malfoy, I'm not done with you . . .", she whispered back seductively. Then she disappeared out of Draco's sight.
He was alone again in the middle of the dungeon with the chains still attached to him. It was worse thinking that a hundred Death Eaters were watching him.
He was breathing hard, mad at the sight of his father in front of him.
In the calmness of the cold night, a green light illuminated the dungeon.
'WHACK!'
A whip made its way through his skin, cutting him deep on his back. Draco winced in pain, feeling the blood slowly ooze out of his open flesh.
'WHACK!'
Another lash hit him, stinging his skin, now wounded.
"You're enjoying this aren't you Draco Malfoy?", Voldemort hissed. His voice irritated Draco so much that the latter tried to contain his anger and pain in long, deeep, suppressed breaths. . .
'WHACK! WHACK! . . . WHACK!'
The persecutor must have enjoyed himself doing this, or so Draco thought. Draco felt his wounds sting badly with his sweat coming in contact with his open wounds.
'Lucius must have one hell of a time with this'
Draco started moaning and groaning under the pain the lashes gave him. It must have been a dozen in number already and he expected more . . . and he was right. About a dozen more met his mortally wounded torso.
His head hung down lifelessly while his back arched backwards with every time the whip came in contact with his skin.
All this physical assault mad ehim lose much of his strength. When he felt his body was already numb, the lashing stopped and a voice came from behind his ear.
"It hurt didn't it?"
It was the same woman who seduced him. She took off the chains from Draco and caught him in her arms. His weight bored onto her since was Draco was extremely strengthless. She assisted Draco to the table and laid him over it.
Draco's eyes already failed him and his muscles couldn't move as well. He attempted to imagine what kind of torture is next for him.
He heard footsteps nearing him.
"Son, you liked it, didn't you? I reckoned you'll enjoy that before you get initiated tonight. Death Eaters don't rally go through torture before the ceremony but our Lord Voldemort figured out that if we made you more furious than you already are, converting you into one of us would be more than a hundred percent success for us . . . Imagine a ruler more powerful and evil than his predecessors . . .", Lucius' voice thundered through the room and his evil guffaw followed short.
'Welcome . . . TO THE DARK SIDE, Lord Drache Mal Foi . . .", Voldemort seconded as a deafening clap of thunder came about.
Death Eaters started chanting, uttering words in an older form of Latin.
Draco tried to open his eyes with all his remaining might and saw Death Eaters surrounding him.
"Hermione, help me . . ."
Then Draco's eyes closed once more as his body gave him up . . .
~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~
*** Please be informed that this is not related to the 5th installment of the Harry Potter book series : Order of Phoenix. Obviously, I finished writing this in May, so I haven't considered the 5th book's content (oh yeah, how can I?!)
***hope you liked this. The initiation proper will be in the next chapter.
*** as usual, read and review! Thanks for those who did! I will put some notes for you in the 15th chappie!