Draco stood beside his father, his eyes dutifully watching the spectacle. He felt like he had been thrown back to the dark ages, forced to attend a public stoning. Before him was a bunch of death eaters set on torturing a couple wizards from the light side. Deep inside his feelings were turbid as he battled with the alien feeling of security and the familiar one of disgust. He'd returned to Lord Voldemort with Professor Snape and had been commended for killing the Head Master Dumbledore, Snape had surprisingly kept his mouth shut through the entire thing and he, Draco Malfoy had come out on top for once. He glanced over to where Crabbe and Goyle were lounging along with their mothers. Their fathers were in the center, joining in with the 'games'.

"Draco, I have an assignment for you," Lord Voldemort suddenly called out, the room was echoed in the following silence. Draco looked up at the cloaked figure lounging on his throne. He walked forward to stand in front of his Lord.

"Yes my Lord?" Draco asked. Voldemort paused for dramatic effect then slowly leaned forward.

"I want you to use your powers to blend in as a spy in the muggle world. I have received news that not only is Mr. Harry Potter hiding out in this low society but also other wizards. I want you to stop going to school for you are no use to us anymore there. I want you to do what you obviously do best and take out the wizards we think are hiding out. You will be given regular reports on certain persons of interest. Welcome Mr. Draco Malfoy to your ultimate assignment," Lord Voldemort finally explained, Draco slowly looked up into the dark hood and could almost make out those two red points that made up his eyes before kneeling and bowing his head.

"I do as you command, Lord Voldemort," Draco said clearly and loudly then got up.

"You are dismissed, you will be given a flat in London and a job, you can pick what you want to do and we will acquire it for you. Your information will come through the muggle mail and the address for your return reports will also be on the…envelope, I believe the word is. Finally, you will not have contact with the wizarding world. You may mail personal letters to your parents but you will not receive anything from them," Voldemort waved him away and Draco turned, leaving the room without looking back. He breathed a sigh of relief when he got to his room. He couldn't believe his luck. Finally he didn't have to go to those barbaric torture meetings, no more scum to converse with and on top off all of that, no more school! No more Hogwarts or Potter or his ugly, degrading friends. No more red hair, no more of any of it. He was finally free of all the daily annoyances, free. Completely free to start his life, protected from the evil and the good. He almost felt like doing a jig in front of his ceiling to floor mirror but thought better of it since anyone could walk in. In fact his mother came bursting into the room almost at that moment.

"My baby! How could they send you away from me?" She exclaimed, flying to him but stopping short from throwing her arms around him. She hadn't touched him in over two years, why would this be any different?

"I'll still keep in touch with you mother, you heard our Lord," Draco turned from her, she wrung her hands.

"I wish they could have kept you here, where you could be safe," she murmured.

"Then I wouldn't be able to help our side. I would be shut up here forever, useless," Draco growled, she gave a deep sigh.

"Yes, I must be proud of you, after all you did kill that beastly Dumbledore, I never liked him much," she wrinkled her nose slightly.

"Yes mother," Draco murmured. She went on ranting about all the things he should take with him but he tuned her out, he was having flash backs on Dumbledore's death. On how the man could guess him so well, could read right through his mask and still let him carry on, make his own choices. In a way Draco couldn't help admiring the man for his wisdom even though that wisdom will no longer be in this world. He turned further from his mother and walked to his window. It was one thing feeling finally free, it was another feeling of guilt that gnawed on him. He couldn't believe that finally it was all over, at least for him. He could go on oblivious to the war, to everything that was going on in this world and be able to do whatever he chose.

TBC

Author's note: Yes, it's only a start…hopefully a good one…