Disclaimer: I don't own the HP characters, just the plot.
Chapter One: If you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed

The air was humid and hot, birds were chirping, children were playing, and the sun was shining its brightest. It was summer in Little Whinging. Harry Potter was sitting on his bed trying to finish up his homework, but failing miserably. He was once again beaten by his thoughts. Sirius is dead, gone, forever. Just like my parents. And I'm stuck here with- he was interrupted, as always.
"Get down here freak! Its supper time!" yelled Dudley.
I'm stuck here with a bunch of pigs, no not pigs, pigs are cute, they are more like..flobberworms. Harry thought, with his head in his hands.
"Not that you are worthy of food or anything but mum says we have to keep you alive..." Dudley added, his sigh sounding more like a snort.
"I'm.Not.Hungry!" Harry yelled back, through gritted teeth. Fucking asshole...one of these DAYS!
Aunt Petunia's horrid voice was then heard screaming up the stairs. "If I have to put up with you in this house then you WILL eat! Now get down here at ONCE! You sod of a burden" she added.
He angrily dragged himself downstairs, mumbling all the hexes he'd love to try on his aunt, uncle, and cousin. Supper was, as usual, tiresome. Harry was served less quantities of food than that of a bird, not that he even cared anymore. When no one was looking towards him, he slipped the steak knife into his pocket unconsciously. Which wasn't hard, considering the Dursley's never looked his way. He stood up, cleaned the kitchen spotless, and retreated back upstairs. He locked his door and made his way to the mirror. Who are you? he couldn't recognize himself. To everyone else he looked pretty much the same, messy black hair, emerald-green eyes, glasses, and of course, the thing that started it all...his lightning bolt shaped scar.
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The dungeons in the Malfoy Manor were dark, damp, and currently crowded. Torches hung on the stone wall, shadows dancing as their flames flickered. Death Eaters were standing in a circle, enclosing two people inside. Draco Malfoy and The Dark Lord. This was a ceremony of initiation. Lucius Malfoy smiled proudly. His son would be the first son of a Death Eater to be initiated this year. And as always planned his son was following in his footsteps. One of the Death Eaters was heating the stamp which would brand the Dark Mark upon Draco forever.

"Now Draco, you should be grateful for who your father is. For if your father was not Lucius Malfoy, my most helpful Death Eater, you would not be alive after failing such an easy mission. I am giving you a second chance Draco, and a second mission. As you know, I was once again beaten by the boy whom I share a prophecy with. Even though the prophecy is now lost, it is still there. I want-I will triumph over him once and for all, and you will help me. You are a student, at Hogwarts and so is that boy. You will be the closest Death Eater near the boy, besides Severus of course. But Severus can't help me, oh no not this time. Severus can't become close with the boy like you can Draco. You will have to befriend him. You will have to spy on him and owl your father with daily feedback. Your father will then report back to me and tell me your progress. You will accept this mission, whether you want to or not. And you should be grateful to be able to help your master in such ways." The Dark Lord said. "Ahh. I see the stamp is ready, but are you young Draco? Will you be able to handle such praise as to become a Death Eater?" he asked.
Draco nodded. "Yes, My Lord." Draco was nauseous, his insides were squirming. But as his father taught him, he hid all emotion. Do I really want this? Well I can't exactly say no, so it doesn't matter. I could say, "No Tom, I'd rather not do this. Sorry for wasting your time, why don't you come upstairs? Fancy a cup of tea and some briskets perhaps?" Right...I could say that.
Lucius's smiled widened.
"Step forward Draco" The Dark Lord ordered. Draco obeyed. The Dark Lord lowered the stamp and pressed it upon Dracos pale skin. It burned. He gasped with pain and bit his tongue to keep from screaming. "Everyone, welcome our newest Death Eater, Draco Malfoy."
Lucius nodded with approbation.
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Meanwhile, in Little Whinging, Harry Potter's scar seared with pain. The Dark Lord was happy, very,very happy. And that was not a good thing.
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A/N: Rewritten, and improved. Review