Draco's eyes were wide with shock.
It was his sixth year, and after the escapade at the ministry with Harry Potter, Voldemort wanted new recruits, he though more men in his league would make him stronger. Fool. The dementors were on their side, and all prisoners were released from Azkaban. Ninety percent of the prisoners chose to join Voldemort, the other ten percent were now rotting away in the prison. And yet, still with so much support, this was what the Dark Lord had come to.
As this was his first ever meeting with the Dark Lord and he was amazed. He knew how cruel Death Eaters were, but he thought their plans were for domination over wizard society, and eventually muggle society. He thought the plans were for power.
It seemed he was wrong.
The sight sickened him. A bunch of drunk middle aged men in a clearing of trees having their way with several muggle women.
The young teenager watched as his father thrust himself into a girl no older than himself. He was sickened, running from the clearing he brought the contents of his stomach out in the bushes.
He turned around and came back so he would not be punished by the Dark 'Lord'. Voldemort was a weak fool.
Draco saw that now. He was between by a baby, then by the same baby grown into a teenager countless times. His plans were always thwarted. And now Draco realised that he didn't even come up with the plans himself, that was what his Inner Circle was for. Voldemort, as Tom Riddle, and during his first reign of terror, had doubtlessly been powerful. Now it seemed he was like one of those muggles, who lead religious cults Draco had read of. He just preached words of false hope to his men. Promising riches, women and power. Well they stole the riches, raped the women and it seemed they never reached the power they strived for.
His eyes trying to avoid the mutilated bodies of those in front of him, Draco turned to look at Voldemort.
The man – no, the thing was sitting on his throne, blood red eyes watching the activities of his followers amusedly. Suddenly his eyes flew up to Malfoy Junior. Draco felt a presence in his head, Voldemort was reading his mind.
Instantly, amusement disappearing from his eyes, Voldemort stood up and gracefully strode over to Draco. His Death Eaters stunned their prey and followed their Lord.
"Not enjoying the fun, boy?"
Voldemort and Draco stood in the middle of the circling group of criminals who had their wands raised.
"No. Never."
Voldemort hissed as Draco apparated.
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Draco had one thing in mind.
He had to find Potter, and that old man Dumbledore.
AN: Hey, this is just a one shot for now, it just came to my mind. Please tell me what you thought should I continue it?