Chapter 11
Draco and Ruth entered the Slytherin common room around 11:30 at night. Ruth went to her bedroom to look for the box. Soon she came downstairs with the box and sat in a green and silver chair across Draco.
"Give me the letters", he ordered.
"Here", she said handing him the letters.
"Why would he give you this?"
"What do you mean Draco?"
"You weren't supposed to know our plans."
"What plans?" she asked innocently.
"The death of our father", he snapped.
"You did what!" she cried then she got up and started to run.
As she ran Draco took her by the arm and dragged her out of the common room. They reached Bodicea's passage and then they apparated to a big dark hall. The hall was decorated with demons and had a throne in which a very familiar figure emerged.
"Draco, you have done your bargain of the plan", Voldemort stated, "You have proved yourself worthy of being my successor."
"What?" Ruth Yelled.
"My dear Ruth, your brother will take over the Death Eaters after my death."
"You mean Potter will kill you" she blurted out.
"Yes," Voldemort answered.
"But, why him?" she interrogated.
"Jealous. Are we not, sister?" Draco teased.
"Draco, behave yourself. Ruth, I will die but the prophecy which your brother sent me is very useful."
"But you will die, how can that be useful? And you were the one who sent me the prophecy," she demanded.
"Ruth, we will win no matter what," Draco said with a tinge if malice in his voice.
"I died once Ruth. This will ensure the victory of our race, of my name. And your brother sent you that box, which is the Malfoy's heirloom."
"They will rebel!" she declared.
"My darling, without Dumbledore and without Potter I think not," Voldemort announced.
"What luck for rulers that men do not think," recited Draco.
"That is right, my young apprentice."(Doesn't this sound just like Star Wars)
"Then I will rule them!" she pointed out then noticing her problem of telling the enemy your plans.
After she yelled both, Voldermort and Draco, stared at each other. Then, Draco spoke. "That is what we needed to tell you."
"What?" she whispered.
"The prophecy requires you to be alive. And we wanted to see if you had the guts to kill yourself," Draco announced making Ruth dropping on her knees in front of them crying.
"Why?" she quietly sobbed.
"Well, Manuel already cut a deal with us. We wanted to see if you wanted to do the same."
"Why would I agree?" she thought aloud.
"Well, Ruth you are an orphan. You won't kill yourself and we are your only relatives," Draco said nonchalantly.
"And?" she asked.
"You will be rich, powerful, and we will let you pick 5 mudbloods for you to do with them what you please," Draco said prideful.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"We won't touch them or harm them," Draco answered.
"What happens if they kill me?" she asked aloud. (She does that a lot)
"Well we need you to be alive for my death. After Potter's death you will be useless." Voldemort stated, sending chills up her spine.
"And we want you to get something out of all this," Draco informed.
"So, my child, what do you say?" Voldemort asked hatefully.
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