Draco's POV:
The train door closed and I made my way towards a compartment. I jolted forward as the train began to move. I entered one and placed my nearly empty bag on the seats opposite of me.
The train was deserted, me being the only passenger having to travel on Christmas eve.
I glanced out the foggy window, a light snow was fluttering to the ground, the storm that was coming starting to make itself present.
I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply as a wave of anxiety hit me.
What ever happens... I can handle it. I rubbed the silver chain wrapped around my wrist reassuringly. Harry will still be there when I get back.
I repeated the words over and over in my head. I'll be okay.
The train ride felt like it went on forever, but for once I was okay with that. I breathed out the breath I seemed to be holding and shakily grabbed my bags as we began to slow and eventually come to a stop.
The doors opened and I forced myself to step out.
I looked up to see an older man dressed in black with a sign that read 'Mr. Malfoy' on it. Of course, Father sent someone else to get me.
I walked towards him, planting a sneer on my face. Back to acting like I don't care about anything.
"Mr. Malfoy". He bowed slightly at me.
"Where's father?" I questioned, though I already knew the answer.
"He is quite busy young master, he sent me for your arrival". He bowed down at me again.
I nodded and began to walk, he followed.
"There is a car waiting for you". He gestured to a running slim black Rolls-Royce.
I walked towards the door, reaching out to grab the door handle, though he beat me to it.
I hesitated slightly before sitting. He closed the door behind me before rushing around the front of the car to the drivers seat, setting the sign with my name on it in the empty passengers seat before pressing on the gas.
My whole body was overwhelmed with anxiety, I continued to play with the bracelet from Harry, calming my nerves slightly. I felt bad that I was also putting Harry through all of my anxiety and problems because of the hex.
The drive went too quickly for my liking and soon enough we were pulling up to the dark and overlooking gates of Malfoy Manor.
They swung open to reveal the estate and I sighed, I'm back in hell.
The car slowed to a stop and I stayed sitting, unable to move. Was it too late now for me to go back and catch a train back to Harry? Definitely. Besides there aren't any more trains until after Christmas.
"We've arrived Mr. Malfoy". The driver stood opening my door.
I came to my senses and began getting out of the car. "Thank you, sir. And it's just Draco". I smiled at him and extended my hand for him to shake.
He paused unsure as to why I was being nice. He probably isn't used to it considering he works for father. "Uh- Thank you sir- uh- Draco". He bowed at me again and shook my hand.
I held my bag in my hand as I made my way up the many steps, my heart pounding out of my chest.
The tall door stood in front of me, trimmed with silver and gold. I went to open the door, though the doorman beat me to it.
"Well.." I whispered to myself. "Here we go."
The house was quiet, as per usual, besides the crackling of a fire place. The sound usually comforting, was infact the opposite.
"Oh, Draco you're home". My mother's voice echoed as she stepped down the large staircase.
"Just got here". I nodded.
"And I expect the trip here was well?" She questioned me as she reached the bottom of the stairs and made her way towards me.
"Yes, mother".
"Great, is that all you brought?" She gestured towards my bag and furrowed her eyebrows.
I lifted the bag slightly, "I only brought what I would need".
"I see". She turned her black dress sweeping on the hardwood floor as she did.
"Well i'm sure your journey was long, best go wash up. Dinner is in an hour and then you'll father will want to see you" she paused and looked back with a small frown on her face. She seemed upset at the last part.
"Okay, Mother. Where is Father?" I questioned as he had not yet made an appearance.
"He is off doing business. He will be back shortly. Now hurry along and get ready before he returns, you know how he is about casual wear and tardiness. Also, slick your hair back". She turned and strode off into the kitchen, probably to check how dinner was coming along.
I gulped nervously. Of course I'll have to look a certain way. I was just starting to like not slicking my hair back.
My footsteps echoed slightly as I made my way upstairs and towards my room. The door was at the very end of the hall after a few turns and minutes of walking, the bathroom beside it.
I opened my door and walked in. My bedroom was exactly how I left it, no dust or dirt any where. My father's house elves made sure of that.
My bed bounced me slightly as I plopped back onto it. I can't believe that when I first got Father's letter not to come home I was upset. I wish I could of stayed at Hogwarts with Harry. I played with his bracelet again, it calming me slightly.
I sighed as I stood back up and made my way over to my wardrobe. It nearly full with clothes, most of which I've never worn. It seemed any time I left for school more clothes appeared in here. Mother was most likely the reason for that.
I grabbed a dark emerald green suit, trimmed with black, and a dark grey undershirt. I found a pair of dress shoes that matched and replaced the shoes I had been wearing.
Now for my hair. I moved to my bathroom, grabbing the hair product the sat there and running a glob of it through my hair until everything was perfectly slicked back.
The faucet ran hot as I washed my hands of the left over hair product and dried them on a nearby towel, which disappeared immediately, a new one showing up in its place.
I looked up at my reflection, as I heard the front door of my house close shut, and my father's mumbled voice enter. My body shivered. My reflection was the definition of a Malfoy, well of what Father wants me to be.
Minutes passed as I stared at myself, is this really who I am?
I jumped as a house elf appeared beside me.
"Sorry Master, I did not mean to startle you. Dinner is being served and your father is waiting for you". He bowed at me.
"Thank you, I shall make my way down now". I nodded at him.
He seemed startled himself at the thank you and disappeared quickly.
My heart was nearly exploding from my chest as I made my towards the dining room.
Father sat at the head of the long table, my mother to his right, and an empty place mat for me to his left.
"Father" I bowed as I entered the room and greeted him.
"Malfoy, please sit. You made us wait long enough". He sneered at me.
"S-sorry" I walked quickly to my seat and sat down, a plate of turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and green beans appearing in front of me. It smelt great, the food always did.
I held my hands in my lap, they began to sweat the longer I sat there.
I waited for Father to take the first bite of his meal, the action ti symbolize it was okay for everyone else to start eating as well.
Eventually he took a bite and I picked at the turkey on my plate.
"I assume your trip home was good?" He spoke.
"Yes, Sir". I nodded.
"I'm sure the driver was crap though, I'll be replacing him with a better one". He sneered.
Crap? The driver was very nice? I felt bad for him. "Yes he was, that's great news father", I lied.
"You could've cleaned up a bit for dinner, Draco". He sighed as he examined me up and down.
What? I literally just cleaned up? "Sorry, Father". I mumbled and scraped the food on my plate with my fork. I wasn't hungry anymore.
We ate the rest of dinner in silence, as I forced some food into me.
I sat waiting for him to finish, he ate the last bite of green beans and set his fork down. He clapped his hands together and a house elf quickly grabbed our dishes and disappeared again.
"Now Draco, I'd like to talk to you." He stood up and elf then pushed his chair back in. "Come with me".
Anxiety rushed through my veins. This was it, he was going to tell me my role. A role a didn't want, in a war I didn't want to be a part of. I stood up nervously but acted calm on the outside. Harry's bracelet was tucked in my sleeve and my finger rubbed it slightly.
I followed behind him as he lead me to one of our many living rooms, and closed the door behind us.
I sat down on the couch and he stayed standing.
"I expect great things from you Draco, and if you disappoint me there will be many consequences. Do you understand?" He spoke as he stared into my eyes.
"Yes, sir". It can't be that bad can it?
"The Dark Lord has informed me of your role and what you must do before he can trust you." He looked down at me.
"What does he wish of me?" My throat almost caught in my throat.
"In order to gain the Dark Lords trust, you must first perform a task." He paused.
My body shook in fear.
"You must kill Harry Potter". His voice was stern as his eyes stared deeply into mine.
My stomach dropped. W-w-hat?
"You must kill him before the end of the school year". He poured himself a glass of whiskey, sipping it.
I sat frozen in place. I- I-.
"W-why? Wasn't it the Dark Lord who wanted to kill him? Himself? Why me?" I stuttered. This can't be happening. No. No. No. I can't kill Harry.
"That was originally the plan, but it was decided that it shall be your role. I offered to do it myself but he insisted it be you. You are close to him every day at Hogwarts, you have the best opportunity to".
"I-I-I-" My words stuck in my throat as I trembled, my eyes stinging.
"You what, Malfoy? Speak your words!" He raises his voice at me.
My fingers found their way to Harry's bracelet. I love him, how could I kill him? I closed my eyes, breathing in to calm myself. This isn't right. This isn't who I am or who I want to be.
My body grew suddenly calm. I opened my eyes and stared at my Father. My father who always expects so much of me, who no matter what isn't proud. Who wants me to be someone I'm not.
I stood up and opened my mouth to speak, my words became confident. "I can't kill Harry Potter."
His eyes opened wide and he grew angry. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T?" He stepped towards me.
"No. What I mean is that I won't." I stared back at him. "I am not killing him. Or anyone!"
"Think what you're saying, Malfoy. And what I have to do if you refuse the Dark Lord's wish!" He stepped in front of me and grabbed onto my collar, pulling me up slightly and choking. "AVADA-"
"I will not follow you or the Dark Lord. Lucius. You were never a father to me and I refuse to do this anymore. Now get off!" I pulled my want out, "stupefy!". He fell backwards from the hit, smashing into a glass table which now littered the floor in pieces.
I stood frozen for a second before realizing what I did. I needed to run. I can't stay or he'll kill me.
I ran out of the living room and towards the front door. I heard Lucius and my mother screaming my name behind me.
I opened our broom cupboard, grabbing one and running out the front door.
The snow storm had hit without me realizing, snow falling like a blizzard. The dark and it made it hard to see any thing but I had no choice now. I have to leave.
I hopped on my broom and took off as quickly as I could. The wind pushing against me slightly, causing my body to start to numb. Snowflakes blowing into my eyes. I shook in anxiety and just from the cold as I flew out of Malfoy manor.
But where do I go all the trains are closed? I grabbed onto Harry's bracelet and I knew.
I need to get to Hogwarts and the only way i'll get there is on this. I gripped my broom tighter.
I bent forward to go even faster, I needed to get there and quick.