"My Lord I have brought what was promised." Draco knelt before the Dark Lord with baited breath. They were in a great hall; the throne room of a mighty fortress Voldemort had had built under ground. The granite walls pulsed with magical energy and none with false intentions could stand inside them. Such a person would be struck with enormous pain that would not cease until certain words were spoken.
"Very good Draco. Where are they?" Draco called for the men working under him to bring in the prisoners. Six thugs, including Crabbe and Goyle, dragged in several unconscious people.
"Here you are Master" Said Draco bowing lower. "Blood Traitors, Mudbloods, and Squibs; Potter's Army. By your feet as was promised." Voldemort smiled broadly as the prisoners were dumped in front of him. He recognized the Weasleys and 'that foolish Longbottom boy' "They moved to storm my father's house, Master. The wards transported them to the dungeons where I have held them till they were weak enough for questioning. They can be awoken at any time."
"What of Potter?"
"Potter, My Lord, is held in my fathers house as we agreed. I am making progress with him and before the year is out he will think and believe only as I tell him. As I promised before, My Lord, Potter will not be a problem anymore."
"I hope you are right Draco. Do not forget the importance of him remaining alive and restrained. By the way Draco you never told me what it is you hope to gain from this. I wonder, do you expect some sort of payment?"
"Potter, My Lord, I gain Potter." And with that Draco took his seat to the right of his father and let his thoughts drift back to the manor as Deatheaters went up one by one to give news and take orders from the Dark Lord. Draco thought of how everything was falling into place; the Dark Lord was fast gaining complete control of Britain, he, Draco, had restored the family honor by devising and executing a plan to catch Potter and his army who were the last real threat to the new regime, and Potter would be his and his alone.