Dark Days
By: Lady Slytherin
Disclaimer: God! I wish I owned everything, but I don't! God how I love Draco!
Summary: What if there never was a Harry Potter? What if Voldemort ruled over all? Muggles are killed, and Mudbloods are imprisoned. As Draco Malfoy nears the age 20, Lucius decides to give him a mudblood slave .
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. Unfortunately I rewrote this chapter so it took me a while. The 11th chapter of The Bet will be coming out in a while. I just gotta add a bit more! Thanx for the reviews!!
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Draco sighed and rubbed his temples as he sat on his chair. He had been working on the same spell for an hour now. The new spell the Dark Lord had assigned the younger division of Death Eaters to practice, had been hard. They were supposed to put something on fire without the use of their wands and once they've mastered it, they were to make fireballs and hit targets outside. It was supposed to be a way to master the Dark Arts, or something.
Draco raised his right hand and concentrated on candle he had been trying to light. Beads of sweat began forming on his forehead and his eyebrows knitted together from frustration. "Aargh!" He knocked off his things from his desk and threw his cursed wand across the room.
He leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes, then, "Accio wand!" His wand suddenly zoomed into his awaiting hand. "Dammit," he cursed as his wand lay broken in his hand. He rubbed his temples trying to clam himself down. "Stupid piece of shit," he muttered.
He raised his hand once again and concentrated on the candle. "C'mon, ... c'mon ... c'mon ..." he hissed. Draco waited and waited. "Argh! Fuck this!" he exclaimed putting his head on his desk. He sighed and looked at the "cursed candle" once again. There was a tiny little spark, very little, but it was there. Draco gave a sigh of relief and slouched back in his chair. "Step one, completed."
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Draco rolled his eyes at the people who were waving at him or just simply getting down on their knees and bowing at him as he walked through Diagon Alley. The Malfoys were considered to be treated like gods, like every other Death Eater family, by the orders of the Dark Lord. Everyone was enslaved especially muggles and mudbloods. Some pure-bloods were put cages too, if the Dark lords specifies that they are not worthy of learning magic. 'Like that Weasley family,' Draco thought smirking.
Draco looked at the shops as he passed by. Mudbloods and muggles were in chains being sold. Draco sighed, he'd been looking for a good place to get a drink but now he seemed a little too stressed. He needed relief.
"Ah, Mr. Rimes," he drawled lazily. "Do you have anything new today? Something ... that might be of some use?" The tiny bald man that had sold Lucius the mudblood bowed to Draco, a smirk on his face.
"Interested, are you, Mr. Malfoy?" Mr. Rimes commented.
Draco grabbed one of the girl's chins and examined them. "The prices are very high," he sneered. Trying to pick one roughly. "Which one would you think will be up to my standards?"
Mr. Rimes stared. "Er - M-Master Malfoy, they are very high priced as you said. Um, do you think your father will let you buy something as pathetic as these mudbloods?" he stammered. Draco gave him a cold glare. "N- No offence sir, I meant no offence," Mr. Rimes said quickly.
Draco stepped back. "I suppose," he said disappointed, "that they are a little expensive." Draco sighed running his hand through his blond hair. 'I guess I'll have to go and get one of my old mistresses to do the job,' he thought.
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Lucius stuck his nose in the air looking and observing the guests closely hoping that a pack a muggles or mudbloods hadn't gotten in.
He looked around, noting that Draco hadn't yet come down from his room. 'The boy knows I don't like to wait,' Lucius thought his lower lip curling into a sneer then continued the conversation he had earlier with Avery.
A tall man, one of Lucius' fellow Death Eaters. He always seemed distant and silent and Lucius rarely had conversations held with him, though he was very fierce, especially in battle. Lucius and the other Death Eaters basically noted him as the quiet the know it all type.
"Draco's quite a man know, is he not, Lucius?" Avery said as his gazed drifted towards Draco when he had entered the room.
Lucius, raised an eyebrow and watched as his son started to get swarmed up by his fellow Death Eaters. Suddenly a bright green light filled the room. Someone had apparated into the manor. And Lucius, knew at once that the lord had arrived had gotten to his knees in an instant.
Voldemort, standing in the middle of the now hushed room. He looked upon the kneeling guests observing them as Lucius did earlier. He was dressed all in black with the symbol of Slytherin in the back of his cape. Hey lay his hood down. His face, like a snake like figure. Distorted and deranged, his skin wrinkled and his eyes almost reduced to slits, yet wide, and piercing, like a snake. He walked steadily across the ballroom and stopped to where Draco was kneeling.
"Draco, how are you?" He asked in an almost pleasant voice. He stared at the young Malfoy his eyes steady and then at all the other guests.
"Quite good, my lord," Draco said in a calm voice. "It is wonderful that you could make it, with all your busy schedule-"
Voldemort's head then suddenly jolted to the left, where hushed whispers could be heard. His nostrils flared and he stared intently at the guests giving each one a death glare. He then looked back at Draco.
" . It is important that I get to know my younger division as well," he continued, 'you being the top of the class, Draco. Why should I have not come?"
"I meant no offence, my lord," Draco replied quickly.
Voldemort started at him for a moment then he went to the other side of the room, the guests still on their knees, moving out of the was for his passing. Voldmort sat in his chair and once again observed the room before snapping his fingers. The music started playing at once and everyone got back to what they had been doing before he had come.
Draco straitened his robes and ran a hand through his hair. He had wanted to talk to his father right when he came in about his 'surprise' birthday present, when he was surrounded by his 'comrades.' He had spotted Lucius in the far corner talking to Avery about something but disappeared into the crowd when Voldemort had arrived.
'Interesting,' Draco thought, 'I never thought Avery could even talk.' He chuckled and decided to look for Lucius.
"Were is he?" Draco muttered under his breath. "He better have gotten me something good." He walked along trying shoving people out of the way.
"Draco, there you are," said a voice. Draco turned around and nodded his head at one of the Death Eaters. MaClure, who was wearing all black as usual. He shook Draco's hand and gave him a twisted smile.
"Twenty, Draco," he said, "Finally a grown-up. Do you consider marrying anytime soon?" He took a sip of his drink and Draco raised an eyebrow. "Luicus has been talking about Laura I believe. You two were meant for each other," he said slowly, "she has been ... looking forward to seeing you after the ball."
Draco could have rolled his eyes. Yes, it was just like his father to go around telling everyone that he wanted to marry. But making an arrangement with MaClure, what the hell is he thinking? Laura MaClure was one of Mr. MaClure's younger daughters. Whom apparently had the hugest crush on Draco. Though he had to admit that she was quite beautiful, but very dimwitted. She had a brain the size of a peanut and Draco found her very annoying.
"Yes well ..." was all he said. "Uh, have you by any chance seen my father?" Draco asked trying to change the subject. MaClure shook his head and headed off towards the other Death Eaters.
Draco continued his search only to find Den Grudge (A/N: yes he's there again, I don't want to have to keep making names up you know) his "supposed" friend. 'Great, just what I need,' Draco thought.
"Hey Draco, what's up? Me and the guys are planning to go out and capture some muggles in town," Den said licking his lips, "I hope there are women, you coming?" He dug his hands in his pockets.
"This is my party you know," he sneered coldly placing a hand on his hip. "I er- have to entertain my guests." 'Or rather get my present from father,' he thought.
"Okay, okay," Den said. He patted Draco's shoulder and Draco looked at his hand in a disapproving way. Den quickly removed it. "I'll see you later, okay?" he said as he caught an eye on a blonde girl at the far end of the corner.
Draco sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Draco, there you are. I've been looking for you." Draco turned around, Lucius was there holding two glasses of red wine.
Draco gave his father an annoying glance. "You were looking for me?" he said. "where were you?" "You better have not gotten me anything stupid." Draco crossed his arms over his chest and gave his father an annoyed look.
"Yes, well," Lucius said, "I think you will find her very entertaining."
Draco's eyes grew wide and then a smirk appeared on his lips. "She?" he said raising his right eyebrow. "Will she be arriving soon?"
Lucius gave his son a weird look, "Do you want her now?" he asked, though it was roughly obvious what Draco wanted.
Draco frowned. "What do you think??" he drawled, "Of course I want her now! I can show my friends," he lied.
With one simple "fine," Lucius snapped his fingers. The doors suddenly burst open and two large men dragged a female into the room.
Her clothes were torn revealing all too much. (A/N: NOT THAT MUCH!) Draco watched as she was dragged across the room in chains. He couldn't see her face since her dry bushy hair was partially covering her face.
The two men shoved her to the ground. Draco approached her slowly. He could feel everyone's eyes on him as he walked up to the girl. She looked up at him, glaring. Her face was muddy and parts of her lip was bleeding from the fall. Draco looked closer and noticed a mark on her arm. Two small black lines and one diagonal one were shone on her arm and Draco new..
"A mudblood," he spat.
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I know it's a bite short again. Sorry. Right now I'm going to work on the bet. I've recently gotten contacts (I had glasses before) and it takes sometime to get to use to. So my parents are advising me not to go on the computer too much. But I'll try and get a knew chapter up soon. Plus it's my birthday coming up on the 19th! Yay! If anyone has heard of a jpop singer named Utada Hikaru, I have the same birthday as her!! Though she's older than I am. Anyways we all know I talk too much. R/R!!
By: Lady Slytherin
Disclaimer: God! I wish I owned everything, but I don't! God how I love Draco!
Summary: What if there never was a Harry Potter? What if Voldemort ruled over all? Muggles are killed, and Mudbloods are imprisoned. As Draco Malfoy nears the age 20, Lucius decides to give him a mudblood slave .
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. Unfortunately I rewrote this chapter so it took me a while. The 11th chapter of The Bet will be coming out in a while. I just gotta add a bit more! Thanx for the reviews!!
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Draco sighed and rubbed his temples as he sat on his chair. He had been working on the same spell for an hour now. The new spell the Dark Lord had assigned the younger division of Death Eaters to practice, had been hard. They were supposed to put something on fire without the use of their wands and once they've mastered it, they were to make fireballs and hit targets outside. It was supposed to be a way to master the Dark Arts, or something.
Draco raised his right hand and concentrated on candle he had been trying to light. Beads of sweat began forming on his forehead and his eyebrows knitted together from frustration. "Aargh!" He knocked off his things from his desk and threw his cursed wand across the room.
He leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes, then, "Accio wand!" His wand suddenly zoomed into his awaiting hand. "Dammit," he cursed as his wand lay broken in his hand. He rubbed his temples trying to clam himself down. "Stupid piece of shit," he muttered.
He raised his hand once again and concentrated on the candle. "C'mon, ... c'mon ... c'mon ..." he hissed. Draco waited and waited. "Argh! Fuck this!" he exclaimed putting his head on his desk. He sighed and looked at the "cursed candle" once again. There was a tiny little spark, very little, but it was there. Draco gave a sigh of relief and slouched back in his chair. "Step one, completed."
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Draco rolled his eyes at the people who were waving at him or just simply getting down on their knees and bowing at him as he walked through Diagon Alley. The Malfoys were considered to be treated like gods, like every other Death Eater family, by the orders of the Dark Lord. Everyone was enslaved especially muggles and mudbloods. Some pure-bloods were put cages too, if the Dark lords specifies that they are not worthy of learning magic. 'Like that Weasley family,' Draco thought smirking.
Draco looked at the shops as he passed by. Mudbloods and muggles were in chains being sold. Draco sighed, he'd been looking for a good place to get a drink but now he seemed a little too stressed. He needed relief.
"Ah, Mr. Rimes," he drawled lazily. "Do you have anything new today? Something ... that might be of some use?" The tiny bald man that had sold Lucius the mudblood bowed to Draco, a smirk on his face.
"Interested, are you, Mr. Malfoy?" Mr. Rimes commented.
Draco grabbed one of the girl's chins and examined them. "The prices are very high," he sneered. Trying to pick one roughly. "Which one would you think will be up to my standards?"
Mr. Rimes stared. "Er - M-Master Malfoy, they are very high priced as you said. Um, do you think your father will let you buy something as pathetic as these mudbloods?" he stammered. Draco gave him a cold glare. "N- No offence sir, I meant no offence," Mr. Rimes said quickly.
Draco stepped back. "I suppose," he said disappointed, "that they are a little expensive." Draco sighed running his hand through his blond hair. 'I guess I'll have to go and get one of my old mistresses to do the job,' he thought.
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Lucius stuck his nose in the air looking and observing the guests closely hoping that a pack a muggles or mudbloods hadn't gotten in.
He looked around, noting that Draco hadn't yet come down from his room. 'The boy knows I don't like to wait,' Lucius thought his lower lip curling into a sneer then continued the conversation he had earlier with Avery.
A tall man, one of Lucius' fellow Death Eaters. He always seemed distant and silent and Lucius rarely had conversations held with him, though he was very fierce, especially in battle. Lucius and the other Death Eaters basically noted him as the quiet the know it all type.
"Draco's quite a man know, is he not, Lucius?" Avery said as his gazed drifted towards Draco when he had entered the room.
Lucius, raised an eyebrow and watched as his son started to get swarmed up by his fellow Death Eaters. Suddenly a bright green light filled the room. Someone had apparated into the manor. And Lucius, knew at once that the lord had arrived had gotten to his knees in an instant.
Voldemort, standing in the middle of the now hushed room. He looked upon the kneeling guests observing them as Lucius did earlier. He was dressed all in black with the symbol of Slytherin in the back of his cape. Hey lay his hood down. His face, like a snake like figure. Distorted and deranged, his skin wrinkled and his eyes almost reduced to slits, yet wide, and piercing, like a snake. He walked steadily across the ballroom and stopped to where Draco was kneeling.
"Draco, how are you?" He asked in an almost pleasant voice. He stared at the young Malfoy his eyes steady and then at all the other guests.
"Quite good, my lord," Draco said in a calm voice. "It is wonderful that you could make it, with all your busy schedule-"
Voldemort's head then suddenly jolted to the left, where hushed whispers could be heard. His nostrils flared and he stared intently at the guests giving each one a death glare. He then looked back at Draco.
" . It is important that I get to know my younger division as well," he continued, 'you being the top of the class, Draco. Why should I have not come?"
"I meant no offence, my lord," Draco replied quickly.
Voldemort started at him for a moment then he went to the other side of the room, the guests still on their knees, moving out of the was for his passing. Voldmort sat in his chair and once again observed the room before snapping his fingers. The music started playing at once and everyone got back to what they had been doing before he had come.
Draco straitened his robes and ran a hand through his hair. He had wanted to talk to his father right when he came in about his 'surprise' birthday present, when he was surrounded by his 'comrades.' He had spotted Lucius in the far corner talking to Avery about something but disappeared into the crowd when Voldemort had arrived.
'Interesting,' Draco thought, 'I never thought Avery could even talk.' He chuckled and decided to look for Lucius.
"Were is he?" Draco muttered under his breath. "He better have gotten me something good." He walked along trying shoving people out of the way.
"Draco, there you are," said a voice. Draco turned around and nodded his head at one of the Death Eaters. MaClure, who was wearing all black as usual. He shook Draco's hand and gave him a twisted smile.
"Twenty, Draco," he said, "Finally a grown-up. Do you consider marrying anytime soon?" He took a sip of his drink and Draco raised an eyebrow. "Luicus has been talking about Laura I believe. You two were meant for each other," he said slowly, "she has been ... looking forward to seeing you after the ball."
Draco could have rolled his eyes. Yes, it was just like his father to go around telling everyone that he wanted to marry. But making an arrangement with MaClure, what the hell is he thinking? Laura MaClure was one of Mr. MaClure's younger daughters. Whom apparently had the hugest crush on Draco. Though he had to admit that she was quite beautiful, but very dimwitted. She had a brain the size of a peanut and Draco found her very annoying.
"Yes well ..." was all he said. "Uh, have you by any chance seen my father?" Draco asked trying to change the subject. MaClure shook his head and headed off towards the other Death Eaters.
Draco continued his search only to find Den Grudge (A/N: yes he's there again, I don't want to have to keep making names up you know) his "supposed" friend. 'Great, just what I need,' Draco thought.
"Hey Draco, what's up? Me and the guys are planning to go out and capture some muggles in town," Den said licking his lips, "I hope there are women, you coming?" He dug his hands in his pockets.
"This is my party you know," he sneered coldly placing a hand on his hip. "I er- have to entertain my guests." 'Or rather get my present from father,' he thought.
"Okay, okay," Den said. He patted Draco's shoulder and Draco looked at his hand in a disapproving way. Den quickly removed it. "I'll see you later, okay?" he said as he caught an eye on a blonde girl at the far end of the corner.
Draco sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Draco, there you are. I've been looking for you." Draco turned around, Lucius was there holding two glasses of red wine.
Draco gave his father an annoying glance. "You were looking for me?" he said. "where were you?" "You better have not gotten me anything stupid." Draco crossed his arms over his chest and gave his father an annoyed look.
"Yes, well," Lucius said, "I think you will find her very entertaining."
Draco's eyes grew wide and then a smirk appeared on his lips. "She?" he said raising his right eyebrow. "Will she be arriving soon?"
Lucius gave his son a weird look, "Do you want her now?" he asked, though it was roughly obvious what Draco wanted.
Draco frowned. "What do you think??" he drawled, "Of course I want her now! I can show my friends," he lied.
With one simple "fine," Lucius snapped his fingers. The doors suddenly burst open and two large men dragged a female into the room.
Her clothes were torn revealing all too much. (A/N: NOT THAT MUCH!) Draco watched as she was dragged across the room in chains. He couldn't see her face since her dry bushy hair was partially covering her face.
The two men shoved her to the ground. Draco approached her slowly. He could feel everyone's eyes on him as he walked up to the girl. She looked up at him, glaring. Her face was muddy and parts of her lip was bleeding from the fall. Draco looked closer and noticed a mark on her arm. Two small black lines and one diagonal one were shone on her arm and Draco new..
"A mudblood," he spat.
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I know it's a bite short again. Sorry. Right now I'm going to work on the bet. I've recently gotten contacts (I had glasses before) and it takes sometime to get to use to. So my parents are advising me not to go on the computer too much. But I'll try and get a knew chapter up soon. Plus it's my birthday coming up on the 19th! Yay! If anyone has heard of a jpop singer named Utada Hikaru, I have the same birthday as her!! Though she's older than I am. Anyways we all know I talk too much. R/R!!