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Chapter 3:
A certain person stood rigidly among the crowd in a big conference room. His grey eyes watched sharply, counting everything that's happened around him. His pose was relaxed but inside, he was very cautious as to not blown his cover. Yes, you guess right. One Draco Malfoy was doing a secret agent mission. Except his name was not supposed to be Draco Malfoy at the moment though…
"Oi, you..!!" that snapped Draco out of his deep thinking. "Yeah you!" the voice said again as Draco looked around, confirming that HE was the one that actually called.
Soon fallen in his sight was two men, one of the wore a neat suit, the other settled for shirt accompanied with long coat. The suit man held a paper in his left hand and a pen in his right.
"What was your name again?" he asked.
"Theodore Nott," there Draco, or perhaps he should be called Theodore for the time being, introduced his new identity. "From group Ghamma."
The man wrote something on the paper then sighed. "Yeah, its too bad that none of your comrade made it out alive. You're the only survivor from your group I believe."
"Yes," Draco hissed quietly, remembering the time when Order of Phoenix finally took down The Deathly Hollows, or known as Grindewalds, honouring its leader.
Of course, the real Theodore Nott was actually died and his corpse was incinerated so Draco could play in his shoe without worry of being caught by the real one. Draco already knew all about Nott before the battle between Order and Grindelwalds. The plan was to leave Draco among the mass of destruction as a substitute in Nott's place. From that point Draco could easily swarmed into the enemy's den and gather all the necessary information about Death Eaters, it was a predictable move that the survivors from Grindelwalds' sides would join Death Eaters, considering Riddle's group was their close ally.
"Hm…" the man in suit seemed to be thinking. "You sure don't recognize any of them?" he pointed the people who scattered in small groups.
"No…" Draco answered. "Master divided us into groups since our recruitments. The only connection we had with the others is our Head Groups. We don't know the names, faces, or other identities of people from other groups. Master thought it's the best security system."
"Yes, it might be right. It does minimize the possibilities of being caught by law and the dysfunction of organization," the man agreed, so did the other one.
"Are you a noob?" a deeper voice of the man in the coat asked.
"New recruit?" Draco confirmed. "I mean, yes. It's been only a few weeks since I joined. Mr. Yaxley, that's my Head Group, had only taught me some basics about the organization, so I don't really know more."
"Well, I guess its safe to say that you will, once again, be trained. Anyway, welcome to Death Eaters, Nott."
Draco nodded slightly and watched the two men left. Inwardly he sighed in relief. Silently he stored both man's description into his mind. He needed to gather more inside informations to be relayed to The Order, that was his job.
Just then the door was opened, and the room was silent. Draco's attention was turned to the source of noise. In walked a person that from his aura, Draco knew, he held some power in the organization. He walked gracefully, showing a sense of arrogance and demanding of attention. He had a tan skin, typically latino man, ebony hair that styled neatly, with dark chocolate eyes slightly hidden under his fringe.
This person held a business-smile, full of calculation and sly. But what made Draco wary was the fact that he was quiet young. Draco assumed that he was around his own age, more or less, which meant around twenty. One thing for sure, he was attractive and so fucking handsome. Not that Draco was interested of course.
…Okay, just a bit. A tiny little bit.
He sat on one of the chair in the front. By the time he sat, there was a command for everyone to take a seat. And Draco obeyed. He watch closely as one by one, the ten front chairs was taken by men and women, save two seats right beside the attractive young man.
To be in such high position in that young age, Draco must be really careful. Death Eaters was feared not for nothing, and with a certain young person in authoritative position only meant that he was definitely a tough threat.
Could it be that this person is Voldemort? Draco mused.
The secretive identity of Death Eater's leader was a legendary. His identity was kept in a very tight secret even by his lowest followers. Even the famous organization like the Order who managed to snag information about Grindelwald had to put a desperate measure as to sent one of it member straight into the enemy's lair.
But if this young person is actually Voldemort, he was too young… Draco thought.
Unconsciously, Draco glanced at the attractive man. Unfortunately his glance lasted a little longer than necessary, so he had the attractive man locked his chocolate eyes with his own. Once Draco realized this, though he hated it, he acted on being ashamed and lowered his eyes.
Once again his attention was grabbed by the sound from the door. He curiously stared at the person who strode in confidently to the empty seat on the first man's right. The man looked to be around fifty, his figure was well built and fit. He had ebony hair and dark chocolate eyes that matched the young attractive man. And there was something familiar on him in Draco's mind.
Draco's eyes widened when he finally recognize the man.
What was Tom Riddle, one of the most succesful busines icon, doing in Death Eaters lair? Draco confusedly thought.
A cough stopped Draco's rail of mind. He looked up, and there Tom Riddle sucked in the room's undivided attention.
Could it be…
"Welcome," Tom Riddle greeted. "To the Snake Pit. We are gathering here in purpose to discuss about the latest events that befall upon our closest ally, Deathly Hollows. The fall of Grindelwald was definitely a surprise, and we know who was behind it all. The Order of The Phoenix."
Whispers spread out in the room. Tom Riddle sat in his silence. Just when the whispers died down, he started to talk again. "I, Voldemort, as Death Eater's leader, and my Inner Circle had decided to give you two options. First, you may be acknowledged as Death Eaters members. You will be trained under my men, and have the privileges like any other members. But in one condition. Each of you will, how to say it, simply be taken as a personal assistant under any of my men. They will be your guarrantor, provider, and master. They will have a full responsibilities on you. Shall you did something wrong, the punishments are up to them. And shall they need something from you, you are in obligation to fulfill it."
Another uproar, most were not taking it well upon those condition. Draco restrained the urge to growl. Tom Riddle was deciding that they would be a good slaves for his henchmen. And no Malfoys ever stoop that low as being a slave.
Well, not that it was matter anyway, he was not Draco Malfoy at the moment. He was Theodore Nott.
"Second," the authoritative voice stopped the remaining talk. "You may, of course, be free. You will have your freedom back. You will leave this Underworld and all its business behind." A murmur of agreement. "But, remember this. That I will make sure that you will live always in shadows. I will never let you have jobs that will make you heard by people. I will stop any action that will lead this business and this organization be revealed upon surface those bring law officers to destroy it. I will personally persecute any of you that do anything to harm Underworld, let alone lead those blasted Phoenix to my reign. You will have your freedom, yes. But you will forever live never to see the sun."
A dead silent.
"I give you time to decide." Then he leaned toward his left and whispered something. The young man nodded.
Draco watched carefully as he stood and walked out the door.
An hour passed, most of them still warily tried to decide their forthcoming future. While at the front, the Inner Circle had their own discussion. Draco knew none of them, save for Tom Riddle. He counted two women among them. Then he saw Tom Riddle gave hand signal. A man in the coat, one of people that asked Draco earlier, stood and growled out "Silence!!"
The noises stopped instantly.
"The time is up," the man said, or more growled. "So, what say you?"
No one dared to speak. A silky chuckle broke the silent. One of the woman stood from her chair.
"No need to be so harsh, Crouch," the silky voice of the woman said. The tone was deep and comforting. But Draco knew better, that woman could be vicious and sadistic if she wished it. "Lets decide it this way. Who in favor for the first option, raise your hand."
One by one the crowd raised their hands, Draco was also one of them. Most felt that being a slave was not so bad considering all for the rest of life had to live with fear.
The woman gave out another chuckle, "Ah, I see that we don't need to ask for the second option. My name is Alecto Carrow. I will introduce you one by one of the Inner Circle. From my right is my own brother Amycus Carrow. The one in my left is Severus Snape, followed by our Master, Lord Voldemort, Bellatrix Lestrange, her husband Rodolphus Lestrange, Barty Crouch Jr., and Peter Pettigrew. We all your superiors, so watch your behaviors."
Draco noted down the names. Two person who approached him earlier were Peter Pettigrew, the one in the suit, and Barty Crouch Jr., the man in a coat.
"And of course, there's still me," another deep seductive voice interrupted from behind. It was the young man from before. "My name is Blaise Zabini."
A soft mewl followed after. Blaise stepped aside and revealed a much shorter person with weird clothes, like those of old Japanese clothes, and face covered with mask. Draco's eyes bulged out when he saw a cat…no, a kitten on top of the person's black untamed hair.
"And this one," Blaise smiled charmingly. "Is our very precious Neko."