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Warnings: Scenes of a sexual nature
Spoilers:SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OoTP
Summary: Before starting his 7th year of Hogwarts, Draco is given the challenge of ridding Voldemort of Harry Potter in order to join the Death Eaters. What unexpected surprises does his plan hold? DMHG
In the Eyes of the Enemy- Chapter One The Offer"Lucius, I see you have brought your son with you today." Voldemort eyed the young blonde before him.
"Yes, my Lord. My son and heir is ready to take his place among us. I have trained him myself and know he will serve you with honor." Lucius grinned at his Lord, proud to be presenting him with such a fine gift. Voldemort noted the boy's obvious resemblance to his father, but would he be as loyal to him as his father had been these many years? Of this he wasn't sure.
Since his rebirth, nearly all of his Death Eaters had returned to his side, though he questioned the loyalty of several. Lucius, though eager for power himself, would never betray his master, and Voldemort knew this. However, Draco had a gleam in his eyes that told Voldemort this boy wanted power, and being more like himself than Lucius, would do anything to gain it. To allow the younger Malfoy to join him, to bring him into the inner circle, would give him a strong servant; he had no doubt about that. However, he was also cautious enough to realize that it would leave him vulnerable to attack.
Voldemort had long ago learned not to underestimate the power even a child may possess, as he was nearly destroyed by Harry Potter when the boy was only a year old. On that night, half of Voldemort's powers were transferred to Harry. Harry did not realize how much power was locked within him, and the only way for Voldemort to regain his lost powers would be to end Harry's life. Though Voldemort had made several attempts, he had so far remained unsuccessful.
Until he was able to regain the remainder of his powers transferred to Harry Potter on that fateful night, Voldemort knew there was a chance he could be attacked by one of his own. Until now, none of his Death Eaters had even thought of trying. They had never doubted that their master was indestructible. This boy, however, had the look in his eye that clearly said if he could kill Voldemort, he would, and take his place - for that was what Voldemort himself would do. So how to handle this situation? To refuse the boy would anger Lucius; to take him could be dangerous to himself. Then he came upon the perfect solution.
Voldemort's crisp voice resonated through the room as he announced; "Before you join our ranks, young Malfoy, you will prove yourself to be loyal to your Lord and deserving of the honor placed upon you."
Draco's cold gray eyes gleamed at the sound of a challenge. He smirked and then declared to all in the room, "Master. I, like my father, am your faithful servant. Anything my Lord desires will be done in his honor, for his glory."
Voldemort smiled cruelly at the boy before him. "Then, Draco Malfoy, in order to prove yourself worthy of this honor, you will be given the challenge of ridding me of Harry Potter." Voldemort knew he was sending the boy on a fool's errand, but should he be lucky and complete the task, the Dark Lord's powers would be fully restored and he would no longer have reason to fear attack from within.
Draco lost the gleam in his eyes and the smirk fell from his face. Though he hated Potter without a doubt, he had never killed anyone. What good it would do to become a Death Eater if it landed him in Azkaban or worse; he may be given the Dementor's kiss! Underneath this fear, though, Draco was irritated. How dare the Dark Lord demand that he accomplish this task? He was a smarter and stronger wizard than most of the others in the room. He should have been given the position for that alone. Instead, he was set with the task of killing Potter, something even the Dark Lord himself had failed these many years to do. A challenge was welcome; an insult was not.
As his mind whirled, he heard his father speak. "My Lord, certainly you would want the honor of killing Potter yourself. Should not my son deliver him to you, so that you might have the satisfaction of watching him die?"
Voldemort seemed to digest those words. Finally, he said, "Yes, I would like to see that boy cower before me, gasping as the last of his breath leaves his body." Draco would no longer have to kill Potter, but he could still be of use.
Lucius breathed a sigh of relief; but not because he loved his son or cared if he was killed or imprisoned. Rather, Draco's failure would tarnish the family name, which he prized more dearly than any child. The Malfoy name, as well as money, had saved him many times from going to prison. Though on several occasions he had been linked to attempts on Potter's life, the charges never amounted to anything, as he was always able to bribe or blackmail his way out. If Draco were to kill Potter, 'The Boy Who Lived,' there would surely be repercussions, which no amount of money could fix. Should the magical community lose their precious Harry Potter, they would be looking for blood.
"Then it is settled, Draco. You will bring Potter to me, and once he is dead you will be given the honor of joining me as one of my Death Eaters." With that, Voldemort dismissed them all and disappeared from the room.
Lucius and Draco glanced knowingly at each other and apparated back to Malfoy Manor.
Once home, Draco turned to head for his room but stopped when his father gripped him on the shoulder, twirling the boy around to face him. "Draco, you will not fail the Dark Lord in his request. Is that understood?" Draco nodded to his father. Lucius's piercing blue-gray eyes glared at his son."You return to Hogwarts in two weeks. I expect you to use this time to decide exactly how you intend to accomplish this task. Discuss it with me before leaving so I can fix any flaws in your plan." As Lucius finished, the grip on Draco's shoulder was removed, and he turned to head for his room.
Inside the confines of his room, Draco screamed in pure outrage. "Who the hell do they think they are, telling me what I am to do?" He paced the length of his room, mumbling and cursing under his breath, thinking, I didn't ask for this! I'm doing them a favor by ridding them of Potter! If they were so damn good at it, he would be dead by now, out of my way. Though Draco would not miss having Potter out of the way, he was irritated at the thought that his father felt that he needed to look over his son's shoulder as he accomplished it.
How was he going to take care of Potter anyway? The boy was always squeaking away with his life, usually with the help of that mudblood bitch and flame haired weasel by his side. Potter had Dumbledore and most of the professors in his pocket, so attacking him at school seemed almost out of the question. There was also people popping out of the woodwork at odd times coming to aid Potter. Who could be trusted, how could he be taken to the Dark Lord without anyone knowing? It wasn't as if Potter would go of his own will to grovel at the Dark Lord's feet.
A tinkling sound on the window stirred Draco from his thoughts, and he glanced up to see what was causing the noise. Tapping at the window of his room was a large brown owl holding in it's right talon what Draco immediately recognized as a Hogwarts letter. Draco opened the window and took the letter from the owl. With a wave of his hand it was off.
Draco dropped down on his bed, fondling the crisp letter in his hand. This would be his seventh year at Hogwarts, and he knew he was in the running for Head Boy this year. This was what Draco had been working toward for years. Slytherin hadn't had a Head Boy originate in the House for over 10 years, and before that it was his own father, and before him Tom Riddle, Voldemort himself. Draco knew being named Head Boy would bring great rewards for him, but not being named Head Boy would bring unthinkable anger from his father, who fully expected him to attain the position.
His marks were strong, second only to that mudblood, Granger, but there was always Potty Head. It would be just like Dumbledore to give it to him just for being 'The Boy Who Lived', though a more appropriate name would be 'The Boy Who Got Away With Anything' or 'The Boy Who Everybody Loved'. At that last thought, a lump rose in Draco's throat.
Having been born into wealth, he could buy anything he wanted, but he had never been loved. His parents were cool, calculating people who did not show emotion for each other, let alone their only son. There were plenty of girls at school willing to spend an evening satisfying his every desire. It was also true that there were many who fancied being married to him for his money, power, and looks, but he had never found anyone who could say they truly loved him.
Pushing these thoughts from his mind, he turned over the envelope and broke the official Hogwarts seal.
Draco Malfoy
Mister Malfoy, welcome to your seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. During this year, you will be required to bring the following texts:
Standard Book of Spells Grade 7
What Your Dreams Mean to You- by Lara Spellbound
Arithmancy Grade 7
Winged Beasts and the Magical Landscape- By E. Terbe Eton
Lurking Inside You: The Part of You, You Never Knew- By Meradith Flappinsworth
Transfiguration for 2- By Fay Lett
Potions a Plenty: From Love to Loss -Toilin Trobel
Seventh Year students are also reminded that they will take part in the annual 'Like Muggles in London Weekend' This trip will take place the weekend before All Hallows Eve. Please bring muggle appropriate clothing for this weekend. Also during this excursion we will take part in a costume party, costumes will be required for all attendees.
We look forward to a great year.
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
As Draco turned to read the second page, a sparkling silver badge dropped into his lap, and a smile erupted across his face.
Congratulations, Draco Malfoy. You have been named Head Boy this year by the faculty and board of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will share duties with Head Girl, Hermione Granger. Following the Welcoming dinner feast, you are to meet with Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, to discuss duties and be escorted to your new living quarters.
Hogwarts Board of Directors
Draco's face tensed up after he finished reading the letter. Though he was ecstatic about being named Head Boy, he had forgotten it would mean sharing a dormitory with that mudblood. Granger would have the Golden Trio in tow, violating his personal space. It was bad enough to have to be around that filthy mudblood, but having Potty Head and Weasel within 10 feet of him was going to be a nightmare.
As Draco lay back on his pillow, imagining the Trio laughing and smiling while he would be a prisoner of his own quarters, a thought occurred to him. Perhaps he could somehow work this into his plan to get Potter.
"If you can't beat'em, join'em."
How was he going to accomplish it? It was not as though they would be welcoming him with open arms. Then, with a thought of the new Head Girl, a smile broke across his face, and he thought, it's going to be a good year after all.
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