(A/N) Yay an update! Thanks to all who reviewed the first chapter! And they are drumroll:

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Now on to Chapter 2:

Before panic had a chance to seize him, he was being sucked through an invisible tube. He was suffocating, dying. He couldn't yell out to anyone as the stranger's hand was still over his mouth. He would die here and no one would hear him scream.

He couldn't struggle, couldn't breath, couldn't think. And just when he thought that his journey on earth was over, the suffocation stopped. The man's grip broke and he released Draco as he fell to the ground. Draco gasped for air and looked up from his spot on the floor.

On first impression, the room seemed to be completely gray. But on closer look, Draco saw it to be completely covered with dust. A grimy picture of a woman stared down at him. But something was wrong with it: it wasn't moving. The wall had holes in it, and water fell from the ceiling in silent drops onto the dusty carpet.

"Draco," hissed a high, cold voice that made his hair stand on end.

He quickly got to his feet and whirled around. It took every ounce of Draco's self control not to yell out at the sight of the man before him. He had bright red eyes that seemed to burn everything in its path, tight white scale-like skin stretched over a snake-like skull. White, spider-like fingers were curled over an arm of the armchair he was standing next to. His body looked like it had been stretched, for he was tall and extremely thin.

It was the Dark Lord.

"Draco," he said again, a smile contorting his already gruesome features, as though he could sense Draco's fear.

Draco sank into a deep bow, somehow knowing through his shock and fright that this was the right thing to do. "My Lord," he murmured, looking at the Dark Lord's robes.

"Wormtail here-" he pointed to a man who was cowering in the corner, "has brought you here on my command." Draco nodded.

"What I am asking you to do for me," he continued, "is but a simple test to show where your loyalties lie."

"My loyalties lie with you," Draco said quickly.

"This task will decide that," the Dark Lord said.

There was a silence for a moment while Draco registered what he had said. He was going to become a Death Eater like his father.

Then what? asked a voice in his head, Get thrown into Azkaban like Father?

"No," answered Voldemort, making Draco jump, "If you succeed, you will be rewarded beyond anyone. Everything that you want will be yours. You alone will covet what you most desire. There is no right and wrong, Draco, there is only power. Power lies beyond mere mortals, lies beyond the Muggles that infest the land. Power is only gained by seeking it, and doing everything we can to seize it."

Draco nodded again.

"The question is, Draco, are you ready? Are you ready for power that most can only dream about? Are you ready to be honored beyond all of my faithful Death Eaters?"

Draco's stomach lurched. He wasn't ready. How could he be ready? After he had seen what "faithful Death Eaters" had to do. After he had seen his own father chucked into Azkaban.

Then a completely new emotion took hold of him. It was anger as Potter's face floated to his mind. It was the ultimate revenge. It was the only chance he had of making Potter get what he deserved.

"I am ready, my Lord," said Draco.

(A/N): Wow when I just reread over the chapter I saw how horrific and short it was. Sorry about that! I'll try to make the next chapter better.

But for the meantime, reviews anyone?