To Live with Decite, Or Die for Honor

Chapter One:

Meeting with the Dark Lord, and a Unexpected Task

"Finaly a way to be closer to my Father, more than ever."

My Father had been locked up in Azkaban for being caught in the Ministry last year helping The Dark Lord try and achieve the Prophecy.He hadn't told me any of this,I had to hear it from my dispispicable headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He always reminded me of some old impaired man, who was mentally retarded and should be sent to St. Mungos. But we don't always get what we want. I want my Father out, but I think that I am going to have to work for that one, and I usually don't have to raise a finger. This was going to be a change, a change indeed.

I walked down the deserted,dark alleyway of Knockturn Alley, and kept my eyes to the ground. Even though this place gave me a sense of calmness, the hags, and other retches that hid in the corners and creeps that hid in the stairways, didn't. They scare me more than anyone could ever know.

I was to touch a certain object in the alleyway, I had no clue as to what it was supposed to be, but I know that it would stand out from everything else. I searched down the alleyways, trying not to seem too peculiar, not like I would look it, I was always down here, and with Professor Snape at my side, I don't think that anything could possibly happen that the both of us couldn't handle.

Snape, was my favorite teacher at Hogwarts, he was not only a role model, but my Mother's most trusted friend, next to her sister Bellatrix. But Anut Bellatrix didnt exactly excite me with her visits, even though they were becoming more numerous since the Dark Lord had been givin his new body.

We reached an alley and Snape stopped.

"This way." He simple stated.

I followed like the pet I was to him ,and then he stopped in front of a black, uncracked flower pot. I didn't see how this was the port-key, it didn't seem to stand out more than anything, but then again, it wasn't cracked. Actually it looked relatively brand new, and well taken care of. An oddity in Knockturn.

"Get ready."

I got my hand ready, but then Snape put my other arm on his left then he started a count down.

"3...2...1!"

We touched the pot and we shot upward and a strange sucking feeling all around us that would make any normal person queezy. But I'm not a normal person. I am a Wizard. I am Draco Malfoy. I am a slick, sexy, blonde haired, blue eyed teenage boy who was about to go and become the youngest Death Eater ever. It was expected of me. If I didn't then I would disgrace my Mother and my Father, and that was not what I wanted.

We landed hard onto the ground, and I let go of Snape. He started to walk away from the spot that we had landed. I knew that of course The Dark Lord wouldn't put the portkey right where we were supposed to go, otherwise that would give his hideout away and the ministry could track that.

Walking behind Snape, and still keeping my eyes to the ground. I had to keep telling myself that everything would be okay, and that The Dark Lord would take me in and forgive my Father for disgracing him. But from what I hear, The Dark Lord isn't as forgiving as any body would want him to be. But what could I do to stop that, well we are going to find out, arn't we.

Forwards, not too far off into the distance, stood a unstrudy little house that looked as though another speck of dust would make it collapse. And inwards, into the house, was a very faint blue light, that flickered, and flashed on the main floor. Slowly, and I do mean slowly we reached the hou- shack and Snape knocked.

A sliding hole, about 3/4 of the way up the door, and a pair of bright blue eyes shot out and searched us up and down, then spoke to Snape.

"whosthekid." he mumbled in a grizzly tone.

"This is-"

"What do you mean you don't know who I am! I am Lucius' son, Draco Malfoy. Paumpous..inferrior..." I mumbled on for effefct.

"Oh!" a smile creeped across his face, "Of course, do come in Mr. Malfoy, we have been expecting you..."

This suprised me, and some what scared me. What was this? Was I some show? Was I some type of entertainment?

We walked in, and walked down a hallway, that unlike the outside of the house,was inperfect shape. The lighting couldn't be seen outside, and it made the world seem at least a little brighter than anything I had seen today. We then walked into a room, and all brightness ended. I could barley make out anybody, desipite the fact that they were all wearing their ...would you call those uniforms?

But what i could see was a man...a...The Dark Lord, with his red eyes, his slit nose, his pale skin, not the gentle olive pale face , unlike mine that looks attractive, but the kind that could scare a person, the kind an old muggle woman would have, yes I have seen those. I walked into the room with what I hoped was grace and confidence. I needed to please my jailed Father and my worry struck Mother.

Everyone's heads turned to me, even if I couldn't see their faces, and I could tell they were staring me down. I nelt down to one knee before the Dark Lord, and waited.

"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy. Rise."

I did as I was told, and kept my eyes on him, no matter how hideous he was.

"How could anyone ever do that to thier body? WHO would ever do that to their body? Wasn't he one of the most handsome people of his year? Why?"

"You know that you are here to not only become the youngest Death Eater ever, but to know of an assignement that I need you to carry out."

"Yes, Lord." I relpied.

"Very well. Do you, Draco Malfoy, son of Narssia Lastrange/Malfoy, and Lucius Malfoy, swear to be loyal to me, and only me?"

At this point something shocked me. Is this what I wanted? Did I really want to go this far as to please and impress my parents? Did I really want to end up like my Father some day? Do I?

Everyone was staring at me and I snapped out of my daze, " Yes, Master."

"Do you swear that every member of the Order of the Pheonix is your sworn enemy?"

"Yes, Master."

"Very well, come here Mr. Malfoy."

He beconed me to come to him, and dispite my fear on the inside, I had to seem strong on the outside, to make it seem like this is what I wanted, to impress The Dark Lord, and my Mother, even if she wasn't here. I couldn't tell if she was, because he cloak was just like everyone else's. I came closer to him, and he lifted up my left sleeve, revealing all my muscles.

He stuck his wand to my skin and it instantly began to burn. I knew what he was doing but I just couldn't imagine that the pain would be this horrible. It felt as though thousands of shocks running through me as fire bruned down my arm leaving third degree burns, and my head was a heart, it was beating in time, and with such harsh rythum that I thought I would pass out.

After the eternity that wouldn't end, The Dark Lord lifted his wand up and smiled at his permanent scar, his ownership mark, his portable communication device. I decided that I should look down at my arm, and I saw it, I saw the Skull and the Snake slithering out of it's mouth.

"So this is what will mark my skin for the rest of my life, this horrid, dispicable mark that is proof that I am owned by Lord Voldemort. This shows that I am just some kind of decoy, some type of tool for him to use, for what; I don't know yet, but I assume that that will be coming next."

"Now, Mr. Malfoy, you are one of us. Are you not proud to be among some of the most ruthless, caniving, wizards and witches of your era?"

" No. Not really, like I said before I was only doing this for my parents."

"Yes. Of course, Sir."

"That is what I thought you might say, dispite the fact that you blocked off my mind with your own. You are very good with that Mr. Malfoy, one could say that you were just trying to stop us from hearing or knowing something, but alas, you have agreed, and if you in any way try and get out of it, I warn you, the consequences will be dire."

It isn't like I didn't already know that. Anything you do wrong with The Dark Lord, the consequences will be dire.And if that wasn't obvious, he was treating me like some child. I, Lucius Malfoy's only son, his only child, the youngest Death Eater ever? Was I to be treated as some infant? I should think not, but I did keep my mind closed, as my Mother had advised me.

He continued with his speach, "You now, I suppose, are quite anxious to know your task. I'm sure that Severus has told you that that is why you were called down here tonight? Am I right, Mr. Malfoy?"

"I suppose"

"Yes, Sir, he has told me of this 'task' I am to proceed with."

"Very well." he smiled an malicious smile. "The task at hand is one that will take great power, and great amounts of practise, and courage of the worst kind."

Something inside his voice told me that this wasn't going to be something I would thuroghly enjoy too terribly much.

" Come to think of it Father never had to do any kind of 'task' to prove himself or anything."

A sharp pain hit my inner mind. He was trying to get in! I couldn't let anyone survey my thoughts, so I pushed him back. I turned to look at Snape and he just nodded his greasy head at The Dark Lord, and continued scowling. So I turned my gaze back to Lord Voldemort, and he still continued.

"Mr. Malfoy, as a Death Eater, you will have to do such things as tourture, preforming the unforgivable curses, and keep up your school work. Do you think you can handle it?"

Now he was treating me like I was his child, but more in an evil stepfather kind of way. "Yes, your Lordship, I do beleive I can."

"Good, because I want you to kill someone."

Oh. My. So I would have to preform the Avada Kadavra curse. The killing curse. But to whom? Potter? Oh how I wouldn't die with him if I got to finally get rid of that spotlight hogging; but wait, The Dark Lord, would want him for himself. So there goes my plans and dreams. Granger? Filthy little mudblood. I hated her for always getting things right, for always being a know-it-all , killing her off wouldn't be so bad neither. What about Weasleby? hmm...I wouldn't mind doing his trecherous little self in neither. They were always in my way, always trying to stop me from ever having any fun of my own.

"Who am I to kill then, Lord?"

A smooth, slick, greasy smile creased his pale, mishapen face, "Albus Dumbledore."

So ya guys that was that... I'm hoping you are enjoying my version of the story and i hope to hear from you and get your opinions. thank you actually, for even considering this story as some kind of reading matterial. but i dont know when i will be able to update, for my parents are messed up and only let me on for half an hour at a time on our increadably slow computer.