Disclaimer: I would love to claim Draco as mine but I can't. He belongs to the greatest writer of all time, j.k. Rowling.
I would like to thank ruby the troll for the review. In this chapter I will really try to concentrate on all those points you mentioned, and would love you tell me if I have improved.
I am really, really, really sorry that I haven't written in so long. I had sats and had to do a lot of work.
( Draco has found out his father is Voldemort and Lucuis is looking for a DNA test.)
Narcissa rolled over to look Lucuis in the eye. She opened her mouth and whispered in the most pathetic way, "of course baby." Lucuis sighed. He was relieved. He had, for one second, thought she had thrown it away. He asked her in a sneering voice, "where the hell is it then." She pointed to the bedside cabinet. He bounded over to it and wrenched it open. The draw contained a lot of junk. He found it hidden under a letter. He grabbed it in such a manic way, the paper almost ripped in half.
He ran down stairs at the speed of lightening. He fell to the floor on his knees, kissed the hem of Voldemort's robe and passed it to Voldemort. Voldemort opened the piece of paper quickly. He read the name of whose Draco's real father was in a flash. It was him. Voldemort was the father of a son. He rolled his eyes down to Lucuis. "Lucuis," whispered Voldemort, Draco is indeed my son; however I would like him to live here until I have told all of the other death eaters and Lucuis call Draco."
He called me down. I was scared what fate had in store for me. Would fate be kind of would it be horrible. I walked down the stairs as slowly as I could. I did not want to know what awaited me encase it was a bad fate. Voldemort spoke, "Draco, I know you know I am your father all ready; however I would like you to stay her until I have told all of the other death eaters. You will then spend all your time training to be even more powerful. You will still attend Hogwarts, but as a spy. You will be tort how to conker death like I have. You are the hare to my throne. The throne of darkness and evil."
I was shocked to hear should good news about my future. I only needed to ask one more question and that was to lord Voldemort. "Voldemort," I said in a scared voice, "What second name will have when I am at Hogwarts. Will I have Malfoy or Riddle?" Voldemort seemed to take for ever answering this question. He finally whispered, "Malfoy, son."
I know this is only a short chapter, but I promise I will make it longer next time.
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