A/N: Here's a new chapter for those who reviewed. Thank you.

I Write For Me

November 20th: Journal Entry # 9

So I'm on my way home by carriage right now. My mother sent my favorite one with the flying black stallions. They're magnificent creatures. I sound like that oaf Hagrid. Um… My father said there was a death in the family. My great, great Grandfather. I'm not that excited to be seeing my father today when I arrive in about an hour but I must face him sooner or later. I will not mention any of my feelings about joining Voldemort's ranks until the time is right. Which is NEVER! But there has to be a semi-right time, don't you think? While I am home I will also be attending a Death Eater meeting, as an official trainy.

Draco stuck his tongue out, with a look of distaste on his face.

I can't help but wonder what they do in those meetings. I hope they're not all about Potter as I've had nightmares about. The particular one where Voldemort confesses his undying love for Potter and then tells his followers, "If I can't have him, nobody can!" And that's the only reason he's been after the Boy Who Won't Bloody Die. I wonder if they're all they're cracked up to be. I guess I'll find out soon enough won't I?

Draco napped the rest of the way because he couldn't think of anything else to do. He was soon awakened by someone slapping his face. His eyes shot open and he bolted into a sitting position holding his cheek to find none other than Lucius Malfoy looking in at him.

"Hello Draco," he said stiffly. "Hurry come inside, we have much to discuss."

When Draco got onto the front steps of the Malfoy Manor, he looked up at the house, as he always did when he arrived home, and admired it. He was then greeted quickly by his mother who hurried out and wrapped her arms around him.

"It's good to see you," she said giving him her award-winning smile. She then gave his biceps and squeeze and smiled approvingly. "And strong as a bull!"

"Narcissa stop clutching on the boy and let him come in!" Lucius snapped. He then stormed into the house. Narcissa let go of Draco immediately and followed her husband inside.

Draco was beginning to wonder if there was something more going on other than the death of his grandfather, whom he'd never met. He entered the house as well and found his father waiting for him in the doorway of the dining hall.

"Come," he said.

Draco entered the dining hall and was shoved into his usual place.

"Father," he said. "What's going on? You're acting quite weird."

His father's nostrils flared.

"So," Draco said hurriedly. "When's the funeral?"

"There isn't one," Lucius said plainly. "That was a lie to get you out of school."

"I…oh," Draco said. His palms became damp. He suddenly had a distinct feeling to run away from his father and never come back home. Maybe he was just being paranoid, or maybe it was that crazy look in Lucius' eyes that Draco had never seen in them before.

"Hurry, to your feet," Lucius said, glancing at the watch on his wrist. "We leave now."

"But father, where are we going?" Draco asked. He knew his voice was quivering slightly. Lucius walked towards him quickly and grabbed him around his wrist, dragging him out of his chair and into the entrance hall.

Narcissa looked quite startled to see the scene before her, as Draco tried to yank himself out of his father's grasp. She dropped her vase on the floor, water and flowers crashing at her feet. They were slowly headed for the room at the end of the hall. The one neither her nor Draco had been allowed to go into.

"Lucius!" she shrieked. "Where are you taking him?"

"That's none of your concern," he growled. "You just go back to whatever it was you were doing."

"Lucius, let him go!" she pleaded running after her husband and son. Draco was trying desperately to get out of his father's grasp. He knew where he was going and he didn't want to go. Not there, never there. Draco felt his stomach drop, and he knew what this feeling was. Fear.

The door opened before Draco, and he saw Voldemort's mark on the far wall.

"He's not ready, Lucius! He's just a boy!" Narcissa cried. And that was the last thing Draco heard before the door slammed in his mother's face and they were plunged into an eerie blue light.

Lucius muttered something, and again he was dragging Draco towards the wall.

"You first," Lucius said. He then shoved Draco roughly at the wall. Draco shot his hands out to keep from colliding with it, but instead of stopping, he fell through it into another room. He was on his hands and knees on a black tile floor. He slowly looked up afraid of what he'd see.

It was a round room, red and black in color. There were other doors much like the one he'd just come through, along the walls. The room was octagonal shaped with a different door on seven of the walls. There was a thrown style chair on the eighth wall. And there sat none other than Lord Voldemort, in front of Draco only a little ways away.

"Oh God," Draco muttered. He shut his eyes, and was yanked to his feet by his father. He was then dragged down the pathway and thrown at Voldemort's feet.

Lucius bowed next to his son. Draco stayed down for he was afraid of what would happen if he didn't. Suddenly the room filled with conversation and he snuck a peek around him to see that other Death Eaters had arrived.

"To your feet young Draco," Voldemort said in a voice that was almost a hiss. Draco did as he was told but didn't look boldly into Voldemort's face as he had first planned to do. He couldn't. He was afraid of what he'd see there.

"Silence!" Voldemort yelled irritably and the room fell quiet. Draco turned and found that all the Death Eaters had bowed down, their hands outstretched, and their foreheads touching the floor. Draco didn't know if he was supposed to bow also, so he merely looked at the floor.

"Welcome," said Voldemort. "To the initiation of Draco Malfoy."

Draco's eyes widened. He took a step back but his father, who had stood up behind him, placed a firm hand on his back and pushed him forward again.

As Draco climbed up towards the Dark Lord a little further, he found himself wondering if this is what Crabbe felt like at his initiation. Draco wasn't allowed to come because at that point his father hadn't given him permission yet. He figured that Crabbe probably hadn't even fully understood what was going on. He stared wide-eyed, now forced to look at Voldemort, and he felt his hands begin to shake.

"Why, Lucius," Voldemort said. "This young man looks spooked!"

The Death Eaters around them laughed lightly. Draco chanced a look back at his father to see a small smirk drawn on his lips. The Death Eaters had stood up now and were watching him like a pack of hungry dogs waiting for a slab of meat to be thrown between them.

Lucius gave his son a sharp look and Draco turned around again.

"Now Draco," Voldemort spoke. "Do you promise loyalty to me until death?" The Dark Lord reached out and took Draco's shaky left and in his cold right one.

"I-I," Draco stammered. His father jabbed him in the back hard. "I do," he said bravely, although his mind was screaming to make a run for it. He knew his father was promising death if Draco messed this up.

"If you shall commit treason, you will be executed on the spot. Do you understand?" Voldemort asked harshly.

"Yes," Draco swallowed hard. He could feel sweat breaking out on his brow.

"Do you promise to carry out all orders assigned by me to the fullest of your abilities, without question? Even if it's something as serious as murder?" Voldemort asked, a slight smile on his thin colorless lips.

Draco stared at him as the reality hit him. This was serious, this was something that he couldn't handle, not now. He again tried to back away but found he couldn't move back, for his father was right behind him. Lucius put a hand on his son's shoulder and squeezed it immensely hard.

"Yes," Draco whimpered.

"Do you approve this Lucius?" Voldemort asked looking up at the eldest Malfoy.

"Yes," Lucius said. It was then that Voldemort pulled out his wand and pointed it at Draco's wrist. He spoke slowly and quietly. Suddenly Draco saw the outline of the dark mark begin to form on his arm, only it was being carved into his wrist. Blood began to surface and drip out of the wound that was the beginning of the skull. Then it began to fill in with black and after a moment the pain ebbed slightly, and Draco looked down to find himself marked.

"Don't let them mark you Malfoy," Potter had said.

A/N: Hope you liked this. Hmmm. My BEST FRIEND wasn't home today… makes me wonder where she was. Oh well huh?

Anyways, to those of you who may read this, I hope you enjoyed it. Review if you want it updated.