Disclaimer: Yet again I have no power over the Harry Potter world.
Sorry this took so long guys, I have been really busy and my parents just got divorced so it has been hectic.
Chapter 2- DetonationWhen I look back on this, I realize my stupidity. Obviously my father wanted me to meet Voldemort. I just thought he wanted to make up for the coldness he had shown me all my life. No, no he wanted to let the Dark Lord play with me. Luckily Harry was there to draw the eye of "Voldie". The night when Harry fell is so crisp in my memory, like it happened a few days ago. I've wept at this many a nights and now I am going to tell you of all people. You corporate people have too much power.
I pulled Harry off the bed where we had just shared our first intimacy to the warm hearth downstairs. "My father despises floo travel but I am not old enough to apparate so he lets me get by." Harry nodded, obviously extremely nervous about meeting my father. I smiled and threw the gray green powder into the fire. The flames grew and turned an emerald color as the crackled. I stepped through it shouting "Malfoy Manor!", Harry at my side.
We landed on a cold stone fireplace that I had never seen in my large grand manor. I stood up and brushed myself off while Harry was face first on the stone. I offered him a hand but he ignored it and stood up gaining his former prominence. He yet again became my silent guardian. I looked around to find myself in a spectacular red and silver draped room. The furniture was covered in garbs of velvet. I had defiantly never seen this room before. My father stepping out of the shadows and sauntering over to us took me out of my trance. "Draco, who might this be?" He caught sight of Harry's scar and I could see the shiver that went up his spine. "Harry Potter I presume? I am Lucius Malfoy, and Mr. Potter I would like you to meet a dear friend of mine." Harry's eyebrows rose as my father dragged him along to a door at the corner of the room. I noticed Harry had been rubbing his forehead and wincing ever since we'd got there. Father opened the door and gently pushed him into the room, and then he backed away cautiously from the door back to me. I gave him a puzzled look and asked him "Father what is going on?" He just shook his head and gazed into the fireplace showing me the weakness he had inside of him. When I heard Harry's scream I raced over to the door, disregarding my father shouting at me. I pulled at the doorknob and slammed on the door. "Harry! Harry! What's wrong?!" There was a shooting pain in the back of my head and I whipped around to see my father standing over me with a vase. I felt pain inside at that moment, nothing I had felt before. It was like a fire ripping through my body and tearing me open. That was my first taste of the cruscatious (sp?) curse. Then everything spun into a spiral of darkness.
I awoke to soft voices pushing me gently out of unconsciousness. I blinked a few times and my memory came flooding back to me. "Harry! Where is he? Father? Harry!" I bolted off the luxurious couch I had been laid on to smash straight into Harry. He grabbed me and cooed, "It's ok Malfoy. It's ok." Which struck me as odd because he was the one who cried in my lap for hours. "Wha- Harry? What happened?" Harry nodded his head in the direction of a cloaked figure standing with his back to me. The figure lifted his head and slowly turned around. It was Voldemort, the one who made Harry be a celebrity. "Draco, meet Tom Marvolvo Riddle. He is my master, as well as yours. I invited you here to meet him and with your talent you brought us exactly who we wanted to see." My father spoke coldly. "Harry has been accepted to the dark side and has been branded with the dark mark, that's when you heard him screaming. Now it's your turn son." He looked at me expectantly like I was supposed to say something. Instead Harry took my hand and said "Don't worry the burning goes away after an hour or two." My eyebrows were furrowed and beads of sweat dripped down my face as Voldemort walked towards me, his hand spread ready to lay down on my arm. Pain. That's the only way to describe it. Pure pain. I screamed then fainted into Harry's arms. When I look upon my arm I still feel the pain and power running through my veins…
A/N- This has changed drastically in my mind. Now I am making this into an interrogation by "police officials". Let me just tell you that this "police official" is someone quite familiar with Draco. Get where I am going with this? Review!
