The Truth of Hate

Diagon Alley was packed, parents with their children, looking through shops for their school supplies...getting treats. Malis was on his own. His father, mother and siblings had gone off together, leaving him to do as he wished. He had enough money for everything he needed. Unfortunately, he had little to spare for anything else he wanted. True, he was part of the biggest, oldest pureblood families, and they were quite rich. But they had conflicting views on everything, making him the black sheep of the family. He snorted slightly. His family hated him, all except little Mina...She would in time too, just 'cause Daddy said so...His eyes scanned the shops names slowly quickly losing patience with the people bustling around him.

He quickly ducked into Ollivander's Wand shop. He went to the desk, looking around at the rows and rows of wands. he jumped slightly as his voice came out from behind a rack of wands. "Ah...another little HarGrave..."

Malis licked his lips nervously, nodding.

He frowned slightly, pulling a wand box from the shelf. "Unicorn hair, 81/2 inches" He said, placing it in front of him. Malis took it out, waving it slightly, papers blew everywhere.

"Nope...Not that one." He left, climbing up a ladder nearby, he reached a top shelf, pulling down the second wand box. he brought it over setting in front of him.

Malis took this one out as Ollivander said, "Dragon heartstring, 8 1/2 inches..." he waved it a little, conjuring a snake on the desk. He blinked, backing up as the snake dropped to the floor. Ollivander pointed his wand at it, destroying the snake. He gave Malis a contemplative look, but said nothing about it. "6 galleons please."

Quickly handing over the galleons Malis left the store, looking at the wand now clutched in his hand. He sighed slightly, heading towards Flourish and Blotts.

That night Malis was home again, his family chatting idly with each other as Malis sat silently, his trunk already packed. He was ready to go. His father glanced at him, his expression icy. Malis pretended he didn't see it, shuddering slightly.

"Mina darling...bedtime my dear." Darrius said coolly.
Aramina pouted. "Do I have to daddy?"

Izabella smiled at her. "Yes dear...go wash up please."
Aramina pouted, but left the table walking upstairs.

Darrius turned to looked at Faerian and Malis. "Faerian...you're turning 16 this year my boy...I want you to consider becoming a Death Eater...follow the family..." He leaned forward. "You will be taken in immediately of course..."

Faerian had dropped his fork. "But father? I'm still in school?"

Darrius got a dark glint in his eyes. "You could easily get information from inside Hogwarts...This is an honor my boy...you can become powerful with the Dark Lord..."

Izabella got a faint look on her face as she left the room, heading upstairs to Aramina. Darrius looked after her, then turned his gaze back to Faerian.

Faerian was staring at his plate as though it had personally wronged him. "Sure father...I will think on it."

Darrius smiled, "That's my boy..." He nearly purred, standing he took his leave from the table.

Faerian sighed, not touching the rest of his food. He stood, looking down at Malis, he went to say something, but didn't as he shook his head, hands shoved into his pockets as he made his way down the hallway.

Malis sat there, staring at his own plate. His father's words rang in his mind, 'I would like you to consider joining the Death Eaters...' He hadn't realized before now that this would be his fate too...his father would force him into the Death Eaters...He sighed, standing from the table. he quickly made his way to his bedroom, opening the door he drew in a quick breathe as he saw his father standing there, waiting for him. "F-Father?" he asked, quite afraid.

Darrius turned, his eyes alight with anger. "When you go to school tomorrow boy...I want you to do some work for me...The children at Hogwarts. I want to know names, children that could grow to be a threat to the Dark Lord...You will do this for me...I do not believe Faerian will. he will soon change his mind."

Malis flinched slightly, "O-Of course father...but what if I can't get it?"

Darrius sneered at him, "Then you'll wish you weren't born."

Malis shuddered, his eyes downcast. He hated being afraid of defying his father, he would give anything to be able to tell him off.

Darrius went to leave, stopping right next to Malis, "I hear one word of you even thinking of betraying me I will not hesitate to kill you." He hissed, leaving the room.

Malis sighed as the door clicked shut, he was shaky, certain his father had been about to hit him. He went to his bed and sat, head in hands, calming himself. He would be gone tomorrow…Gone to Hogwarts…Oh it sounded like a vacation to get out this cesspool of hatred and family rivalries, and that damn pureblood honor thing. He lay on the bed, curling into his defensive position he fell quickly into his silent nightmares.