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Chapter 2- Auditions Part 2

"Bring the boy here!" snarled the wizard from the shadows.

"Of course master," replied his faithful servant as he bowed out. He brought forth a young man around the age of seventeen. He looked around the confined space, wary of his new surroundings. His normal smirk and arrogance was replaced with uneasiness. The blonde-haired servant, he looked like he was an older version of the boy, asked, "But why my son? What can he possibly do?"

"Father, I can do far more than you think," sneered the blonde-haired son, his arrogance suddenly returning. "I am ready for whatever the Dark Lord wants me to do." He bowed low to the Dark Lord.

The servant took a deep breath, ready to retaliate, when the Dark Lord yelled. "Enough you two! I have a plan that takes place at Hogwarts, and I need you two to work together. Do you have a problem with it, Lucius? Draco?"

"Of course not, master. I will do whatever you ask," replied Draco Malfoy.

"Of course he will. So will I master," interrupted Lucius.

"Draco, you are going to audition for the musical. You will get the part of the Phantom. Won't he Lucius?" smirked Voldemort.

"What do you mean audition? Why would I take part in some stupid mu-,"

"You will do as you are told, son. How can I make sure he gets that role, master?" asked Lucius as he returned his attention back to the Dark Lord.

"You will be the director of our little musical, Lucius. You will also cast Miss Weasley as the leading lady- Christine Daae and Potter as Raoul," commanded Voldemort.

"The blood-traitor? What does she have to do with this? Wait a minute. Does that mean I have to touch her?" sneered Draco.

"Young Malfoy, you are going to get close to her, whether you like it or not. She is the key to Potter's downfall, and I will not accept your failure!"

"Of course, master," answered Draco, and hebowed yet again. He hoped that was all he needed, so he tried to leave.

"Before you go," Voldemort said. Draco stopped in his tracks. "You can enlist the help of two of your… friends. In fact, it would be best if you did."

As Draco and Lucius walked out of the room and outside, Voldemort called out to a person in the shadows of his room. "I trust you heard everything?" The figure nodded their head. "Good. I want you to keep an eye on them for me. Make sure they go through with my plan. Nothing can go wrong!" hissed Voldemort.

"Of course master," repliedthe shadow. "After all, I am your most loyal servant. I would and have done anything for you." murmured the shadow.


Back at the castle…

Draco walked back into the castle. He passed the Great Hall to find that dinner was already being served. He didn't feel like eating, so he walked passed the Great Hall and up to the Slytherin Common Room. "Snake Eyes," he whispered to the portrait.

As he entered, he heard someone call to him. "Oi, Draco! Over here, mate," yelled Blaise Zambini. Pansy heard Blaise call to Draco, so she looked up from the fire and decided to join them.

"Hey, Zambini, Pansy," Draco said as he acknowledged them.

"Where have you been Draco? I missed you," whined Pansy.

"I was out, getting my orders." Draco stopped for a moment, thinking."And you two are going to play a part in it. The Dark Lord," whispered Draco "says he wants me to pick two people to assist me."

"Really Draco? He wants us to help?" asked Blaise. "I'll do whatever it takes. Correction, we'll do whatever it takes to help. Won't we, Pansy?"

The ugly girl nodded her head in agreement.

"Good, because you have no choice. Now, I know it sounds a little stupid at first, but it's His plan. I don't want to do my part, but he appointed me to do all of the work. It's not exactly the best choice." Draco took a deep breath. "Basically, I have to seduce the Weaslette away from Scarhead."

Blaise fell out of his chair, laughing. Pansy gasped and breathed, "Nooo…" Draco noticed their reactions and ran his fingers through his hair.

Draco sighed, "How do you think I feel? I don't want to touch that dirty little blood-traitor. But what am I supposed to do? The only thing I get out of this is pulling one over Scarhead. I can't wait to see his face when he realizes he just lost the-little-girlfriend-he-never-had-and-never-knew-he-wanted-until-it-was-too-late. That look is going to be worth all the galleons in the world." Draco smirked and moved closer to the fire for warmth.

"How are you supposed to do that, Draco?" complained Pansy. She was clearly having a hard time accepting Draco's part in the plan. "What are we supposed to do then? What is the Dark Lord's big plan?"

"Well, he wants us take part is some stupid musical. It's a muggle thing. I can't believe he's going to these lengths! How stupid! Urg! Anyway, my father is in the position to place us all in the best roles. We are to 'audition' tomorrow night," explained Draco.

"What do you mean audition? And what exactly is your father's position in all of this?" asked Blaise.

"I'm not really sure," lied Draco "what my father has to do with any of this. As for audition… I doubt we will actually have to do that. I already know the role I will be playing: the Phantom? I'm sure you guys will already have roles as well. Potter and the Weaslette have theirs already. We'll just have to wait and see, I guess," said Draco. He didn't want them to know his father is the director, at least not yet.

"How will we even know Potter and Weaslette will even try-out?" asked Blaise.

"I guess we don't. We'll find out more tomorrow night at the auditions. I'm sure my father will make some sort of appearance. Now, enough questions I am going to bed," said Draco as he headed up the stairs to his dorm, leaving Blaise and Pansy to think about what they had just agreed to.