A/n: hey y'all its me again… I really hope that u liked the chapter, I'm really bad w. suspense and cliffies but I thought I did a pretty ok job

Thanks to my new beta dracos-sexy-bitch for leaving my one and only review…. I feel loved…lol…she will be taking her new position as of right now

Enough about me, as boring as my life is, onward with the story

p.s. I don't own anything except for the plot….I may not own Tom Felton but I do own Sean Biggerstaff……oh darn it I just found out I don't own him either….when will this world stop being so cruel to me….lol….ONWARD HO

p.p.s. Snape is in hiding at the Order because Voldemort did find out that he was a SPY for the Order

Chapter 2 Avoidance and Acceptance

I let out a big sigh of relief, my dreams had finally come true, I Draco Malfoy, would be put in the highest seat on the Dark Lord's throne, and without getting the dark mark impaled on my perfect skin. Brilliant, bloody brilliant. Now all I have to do is make the crazy half blood nutter take the bait, but how?

I reread the letter once again, and then prepared for the initiation. I put on the dark robes and realized that I would have to wear the hood that would cover my beautiful face. Those sniveling idiots were strong by numbers but didn't want to show their faces, I really wonder if my father has gone nuts. I put the letter in my pocket and apparated downstairs. My father was already there in his robes, waiting for the mark to be burned into his flesh signaling that it was time to appear before the Dark Lord. I could see his silver eyes glistening through the slits of his hood. I have never been more afraid of my father; his eyes had a look of anxiousness, excitement, and pride, with a glint of insanity and madness.

"Now Draco, you need to follow a couple of rules in the Dark Lord's presence." My father drawled, "First, you mustn't kiss the hem of his robes, because you are not a fully fledged death eater, but you may bow. Second, you must call him only Master, or Dark Lord, or My Lord, don't speak of his name or his muggle name. Last but not least, you must not speak until you're spoken to."

I nodded my head slightly to show him that I understood.

After a few minutes of waiting he clutched his left forearm and walked over to me, he grasped my shoulder with one of his black gloves, and we apparated. We arrived in a very dank and musty old house, there were candles floating everywhere as we made our way down the dust-ridden corridor. An awful stench reached my nose and I fought desperately to keep from showing my displeasure. It smelled of rotten flesh, and it was far from agreeable.

How anyone could live like this, I couldn't comprehend. It was so dark, so large. The corridor seemed endless, with open doors on either side of me, and on occasion I could see a pair of eyes staring at me maliciously from the dark. Our footsteps echoed on the stone floor as we walked along. I glanced up at my father to gage his reaction to this place, but he stared resolutely ahead. I supposed he was used to it, after all.

All I could think about as we were walking was how much money my father spent on this cause and they couldn't even find anyone to at least sweep the floor, they were all nutters. We walked into a room at the end of the hall, where a warm fire was lighting the dark room and about fifty death eaters were surrounding a high backed chair that was placed in the center of the room, facing the fire. There were about five other hooded figures inside the circle standing a couple feet from the chair, and I took my place next to them

The voices around the circle soon became silent. The Dark Lord's chair was swung around and the first person on the right of the circle began kissing the hem of his robes. I watched as everyone in the circle took their turns at kissing the hem of the Dark Lord's robes. As soon as everyone was finished, he turned expectantly at us. As soon as I started to give a bow, one of the new recruits decided that it was his turn to kiss the hem of Voldemort's robes. The boy got up clumsily and took his place back in line. I gave my short bow, and so did the other four recruits. Voldemort twirled his wand between his thin skeleton like fingers as he began walking up and down our small line, his face etched in anger, his gleaming red eyes were narrowed when he came up to the recruit who had dared to kiss his robes.

"Crucio." He said pointing his want to the recruit. He fell to the floor, and ear splitting screams soon echoed around the darkly lit room. Voldemort lifted the curse. "Crabbe," he said fixing his gaze on a towering figure in the circle, "I thought you told your son about my little rules. Apparently you haven't, and for this you must pay dearly. Crucio." Ear-splitting screams sounded throughout the room once more. Voldemort soon lifted the curse. Both men were still shaking on the floor. Crabbe was here, and the guy next to him must be Goyle. Nott and Zabini had to be here also but who was the girl? While this whole ordeal was going on I stood in the same position never faltering, never moving, and I knew my father was beaming with pride at the current situation.

Voldemort moved back to his high backed chair and began speaking.

"Today is the day that your loyalty will be tested and your skills will be acquired. You, like the many you see before you, have realized that this world should be purged of the dirty blood that pollutes the very air we breathe. Not only that but you should have realized by now that there is no good or evil in the world, there is only power and you can either join my side, or the muggle loving fool's side. Since you have made it here to my father's house on such a glorious night I will tell you this, if you want to leave you may either have my mark burned upon your flesh or may be left for my snake Nagini to feed upon, the choice is completely up to you." He paused making sure that none of us had any objections. "Now before you begin your initiation tonight, I have one question for you all, since most of you are of age and have graduated under the blood traitor's influence and with Potter this year, any suggestions on how we get him in my company once more?"

I knew at once that this was another test. I didn't say anything but I waited for the others to make their suggestions.

"Do you have any suggestions?" He pointed his wand at the dark figure whose build looked a lot like Goyle's.

"I don't know, My Lord." His voice grunted under the mask.

"What about you?" He said pointing his wand at the witch.

"I know nothing personal about the boy, My Lord." She replied in a raspy voice.

He finally stood in front of me, "What about you?" He asked in his icy voice that sounded almost like my own. 'Do I really sound like that?'

"My Lord, I may have an idea." I replied my smirk playing across my face under the hood.

His red eyes fixed upon mine, he was in shock and yet he was intrigued. He told me to follow him while the others come up with plans that I was sure he wasn't going to use. I followed him down the dimly lit corridor alone. We turned into one of the rooms, which turned out to be a rather large study. There were a lot of shelves with old dusty books sitting upon them. This reminded me of Granger, her face always in a bloody book. He took a seat behind the big wooden desk, I bowed once more and he motioned me to take a seat. He then put silencing spells all around the room. With one flick of his wand a fire roared inside the empty grate.

"Now Draco, please tell me about this wonderful idea that you have for getting Potter in my midst, and it better be good, I've never stopped and initiation for anything." His red eyes were slowly boring into mine.

I pulled off my hood and placed the material across my lap. Now this was the perfect time to tell him my brilliant plan. After more than four years of waiting I would finally have revenge on that mudblood bitch who had dared to step up to me. This is the time I was going to wow the Dark Lord with my plan and avoid the dark mark at all costs. I reached into my robe and pulled out the neatly folded piece of parchment. I handed it over for him to read.

"Mum, Dad!" I called out after placing the letter on my desk. I was so excited. I knew exactly how to solve my problem now. They came into my room and sat down on my neatly made bed. I smiled at them brightly.

My mum's honey brown eyes narrowed, as she retied her pink satin bathrobe around her. Her long straight brown hair was pulled up into a messy bun. My father looked at me in surprise, he hasn't seen me this excited since graduation day.

"Mum…. Dad…" I began. "I know that we have very different opinions on what I should be doing in my life. I know you want me to go to a muggle university, and you know that I believe that I am much more needed in the wizarding world, but I found the answer to my problem and it is safe to say that I will follow through with it, no matter what you think is best for me."

I walked over to my desk and picked up the piece of parchment, I passed it over to my dad who began to read the letter aloud.

Miss Hermione Granger,

Congratulations! You have been accepted to Merlin's Wizarding University's early-undecided summer program. Are you a witch or wizard who is having problem picking a strong stable career in which you can achieve in as well as have fun in? Are you a witch or wizard who is being pressured by parents, and peers to do a career that you are not sure you want to do? Then MWU's early-undecided summer program is just for you. In this six week program you will be able to endure different situations that a normal witch or wizard would go through if it was their actual career. This will also help you decide which career field you may want to go in after several hours of training, preparation, and accurate knowledge. The programs that you can enter based on you NEWTs scores is listed below. If you are ready to accept you position please reply by owl within two days for more information.

Penelope Rhodes

Dean of Students

After Dad was finished reading he looked up at me. My mum had a scowl on her face.

"I will not allow you to go." She said in a stern voice. "After going to school for seven years I thought by the time you graduated we would be done with all of this nonsense."

"Don't you see mum, this will help me pick my future career." I replied angrily.

My Dad turned to my mum, "She can do whatever she want, we can't stop her she is now an adult."

"Well since she is an adult she can get out of our house!" My mum said quietly, her voice shaking in anger.

"Now be rational dear…" My father said soothingly.

"You know what I think I will leave," I waved my wand, and all of my things were packed and shrunken to fit in my pocket. I picked up my luggage and threw it into my pocket of my cloak. "Bye Dad, have a good life Mum."

And with that I apparated to headquarters.

"Now how is this letter for an early summer program going to get me Potter?" His eyes turning up to me, enraged.

I told him my brilliant plan. He smiled evilly and let out his evil, cold, and heartless cackle.

"Now I will let you use my plan only on one condition…." I said to him when he was finished.

A/n: and there it is another chapter, I hope it's not too bad. Please R &R

p.s. I will try to get another chapter out before the six book come out… I know that everyone will step away frm the Fan fiction read the book and come up w. totally new ideas for more fan fiction… I know I will…lol

p.p.s. thanx to my wonderful beta dracos-sexy-bitch for helping me with the imagery of this chapter which is def. one of my weak points, hopefully my creative writing class this fall will help me with that.