Draco stirred in his sleep. The freshly cut dark mark made an unbearable pain in his arm, the fresh cut had barely begun to heal, the room he slept in was no help either, the dark room of the underground sanctuary Voldemort stayed was cold and had a certain dark atmosphere that could scare anyone into getting out of there as fast as they could. Snape, however, was having no trouble sleeping, he made the occasional muffled noise in his sleep, but beside that he had been sleeping well all night, Draco stared at him with a new kind of disliking he had begun to feel in the past twenty-four hours.
He had been right. As much as Draco hated to admit. Snape was right; Voldemort wasn't pleased with him, he had gotten a severe warning that any more mistakes and he would be dead. And even with that warning, Voldemort had still cut the dark mark into Draco's skin, which meant he wasn't as angry as to dismiss the idea of Draco becoming a death eater. Draco wasn't sure to be happy about this or scared. A year ago, Draco wanted nothing more than revenge of Harry Potter and Dumbledore for putting his father in prison, Voldemort had offered him this request, but now, in this dark room, with this raw, throbbing cut, Draco wasn't sure this was how he wanted to live that way.
Snape turned in his sleep again. Draco narrowed his eyebrows at his old professor. First, Snape had shouted at him in the forest, then, when Voldemort had given Draco his warning, Snape had let a small smirk curl at his thin lips as if to say 'I told you so, Draco,'
For now, there was nothing Draco could do but sleep. And then wait for Voldemort to give the next request.
IIIIIIIIIII
Voldemort, Bellatrix and Wormtail sat silently around the small wooden table of his office. Every time either one of them opened their mouth to speak, Voldemort would put up a hand to survey them to stop.
"At the end of this, I'm left with two choices, I can go straight in for the plunge, Harry is inexperienced and still grieving for Dumbledore, perhaps it would be best, however, I am weak, and I need time to grow stronger, but if I wait, Harry might have grown more powerful, but in the end, one of us has to kill the other," he said in a low raspy voice.
"I say we go all go now, and kill the boy!" Wormtail said, excitedly.
"No! You heard what master said, master must kill Harry, not us, and master is weak, I suggest we wait a while," Bellatrix said.
"But, without Dumbledore, Harry won't have any chance against master," Wormtail argued.
"Master can't fight now, he has no strength," Bellatrix retorted.
"Are you saying I am incapable of killing this boy, Bellatrix? I know it failed sixteen years ago, but this time I will succeed! Are you questioning that?" Voldemort shouted.
"No, master, I was merely worried about you!" she pleaded, bowing meekly at his feet.
"We need a plan, I suggest neither of you get involved until I tell you what my plan is, you may go," he said, turning away and surveying them out of the door.
Wormtail left with a put-out expression on his face, scowling at Bellatrix, however, she sloped out with a look of sadness, she cast a small sympathetic, longing glance at Voldemort, before closing the door behind her.
