Dying Inside

A/N: Hey! My second fic, first Harry Potter fic! This is just my first chappy so I don't know how it'll turn out, as in Draco and ??? romance! So..uh...there! Hope you enjoy! Please R & R!!! I appreciate it so much! I'm also pondering a title and chapter titles...thinks

Edit: Please disregard that A/N. It's old.

Disclaimer: I own nuthin but the plot...sadly. If only I owned Draco...

.-.-.-.Chapter 1.-.-.-.

Draco Malfoy sat by the lake on Hogwarts Grounds. He stared deep into it, lost in thought, thinking of what had happened that night.

---Flashback---

Draco walked down one of the many dark corridors of Malfoy Manor, but stopped suddenly hearing muffled noises in the room closest to him. He crept over to the door and peered in from beside the doorframe. He held in a small gasp at what he saw. His father, Lucius Malfoy, stood in the center of the room talking to a large hooded figure with glowing red eyes. Draco knew at once who this was, having seen him at the Manor many times before. Lord Voldemort. He knew his father was a Death Eater of course, and always had to be Voldemort's top follower, as he would do anything to please him. They talked for about another 5 minutes or so and, other than a few random words here and there, Draco really only figured out the last few things they said since they kept their voices pretty low.

"When will you tell him?...You are telling him aren't you?" The Dark Lord questioned coldly.

"Tonight. Shall I get him now?" Lucius replied.

"Go."

And with Voldemort's orders, Lucius turned and started toward the door. Draco, not wanting to be caught, ran as fast as he could to his room on the next floor, sat down on his bed, and pretended he had been there the whole time. Very soon after, Lucius walked slowly in and stood in front of him.

"Draco, I need to inform you of something." He looked down at the blonde boy.

"Yes, Father?" he said, trying not to sound nervous. After all, anything that had to do with Voldemort couldn't be good.

"First of all, you are very privileged."

"Why...?"

"Because tonight you will join the most powerful wizard in the world...Lord Voldemort. Tonight, Draco, you become a Death Eater." Lucius said smirking evilly.

Draco swallowed hard. He didn't want to become a Death Eater. He didn't want to be like his father, he didn't want to grow to be someone who murdered innocent people and beat his own son.

"W-what if I don't want to?" he stuttered, afraid of what his Lucius would do to him if he refused.

Lucius instantly pulled out his black wand from it's snake-headed sheath and held it just beneath Draco's chin. "Didn't you hear me? I told you, you were going to be a Death Eater. I didn't askyou. That is the reason you're here today, actually. Voldemort."

Draco swallowed again, looking at the wand, having being hit with curses from it many times before. "What do you mean? The reason I'm here?" he asked with a hint of malice in his voice.

"Heh...you're not here because I wanted a son.....No, I never wanted a son nor daughter. But Voldemort, for accepting a new Death Eater, he must be given something in return. Something precious. I chose to give Voldemort the best: another faithful follower. I found you're mother, pretended to love her, and she had you. The only reason you're here is to serve the Dark Lord, the greatest wizard that ever lived. And you will, whether it be willingly or not." Lucius scoffed disgustedly.

The blonde boy couldn't believe what he had just heard. He had been told many horrible things before, but this was just...the worst. And it was the truth. Tears began to slowly well up in his silvery-gray eyes, but he held them back. Draco didn't want to let himself cry in front of Lucius, it would just give him more satisfaction. He narrowed his eyes at the father he had once trusted as Mr. Malfoy pulled the wand back.

"I hate you. You call this a privilege? It's nothing more than a death sentence and you're nothing but a filthy, lying, bastard...just like Voldemort." Draco stood up in anger, knuckles white as he clenched his fists.

Lucius, as if it was a reflex, thrust his wand out again and pointed it at his son. "Crucio!" he yelled. And Draco, with a yelp of sudden pain, dropped to the floor to his knees and fell over onto his side, clutching his chest. He writhed on the cold marble, holding back screams, tears streaming from his eyes.

"Never insult Lord Voldemort." Lucius said coldly as he removed the curse from Draco and he lay there gasping, eyes still closed. "And wipe those damn tears off your face, Malfoys don't cry."

Draco mustered up all the strength he could and lifted himself up painfully, his tear-stained face looking up at his father. "I won't. I won't end up like you." he insisted, his eyes filled with anger and hate.

Glaring, Lucius then muttered a spell under his breath, pointed his wand, and before Draco had the chance to move, his wrists were bound together with some sort of cords, a black glow radiating from them. Dark magic, no doubt. The Death Eater turned, pulling Draco roughly down the hall behind him, making his way back to the room where Voldemort waited impatiently.

---Flashback to be continued---

Story to be continued

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A/N: Hope you liked it ; Please review!!!