I have three chapters for you today! The first two are rather short but the last one is long.
After getting Draco's robes Narcissa and Snape allowed Tomas and Draco to go off by themselves for awhile as long as they met them at Leaky Cauldron at four. The boys agreed before rushing off.
"Draco where are we going?" Tomas asked as they weaved their way threw the crowds. He had to take long strides in order to keep up with his friend who seemed to be in a rush.
"Borgin and Brukes," Draco said. Tomas gave him a surprised look.
"Why?" He asked. Draco didn't answer at first and instead looked quickly around. "Draco what are you doing—" Tomas said but Draco cut him off by pulling him into a small deserted alley.
"Alright Draco," Tomas demanded, "what's going on?!" Draco answered him but pulling back the sleeve of his robes to allow Tomas to gape at what was there.
A black skull with a serpent's tongue protruding from its mouth was imprinted on the flesh of Draco's pale wrist.
The Dark Mark.
"You got marked?" Tomas said. Draco nodded proudly pulling down his sleeve.
"Just last month," He said, "and I've already been entrusted with a very important task."
"What is it?" Tomas asked.
"I can't tell you," Draco said. "Its suppose to be top secret but I wish I could tell you because I know you'd be great help. Maybe we can convince your father to let you get marked too."
"Maybe," Tomas said although he knew that Snape would absolutely refuse it and Tomas didn't blame him. Not after what he heard last night…
Draco snapped him out of his reveries by grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the ally. "Come on," He said. "We have to hurry."
Borgin and Brukes was a shop in Knockturn Alley that sold a wide variety of rather sinister objects. Tomas and Draco had been to the shop plenty of times so when they came in the oily-haired stooping owner Mr. Borgin came out to greet them instantly.
Once he came to them Draco asked him if he knew how to fix a certain thing. "Possibly," Borgin said and Tomas could tell he didn't want to fix this thing at all. "I'll need to see it, though. Why don't you bring it into the shop?"
"I can't," Draco said. "It's got to stay put. I just need you to tell me how to do it." Borgin licked his lips nervously.
"Well, without seeing it, I must say it will be a very difficult job, perhaps impossible," He said. "I couldn't guarantee anything."
"No?" Draco sneered. "Perhaps this will make you more confident." He moved towards Borgin and lifted up his shirt sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark to a thoroughly frightened Borgin.
"Tell anyone," Draco said, "and there will be retribution. You know Fenrir Greyback? He's a family friend. He'll be dropping in from time to time to make sure you're giving the problem your full attention."
"There will be no need for—" Borgin's began but Draco quickly cut him off.
"I'll decided that," He said. "Well, we'd better me off. And don't forget to keep that one safe, I'll need it."
"Perhaps you'd like to take it now?" Borgin offered.
"No, of course I wouldn't, you stupid little man," Draco snapped, "how would I look carrying that down the street? Just don't sell it."
"Of course not," Borgin said. "Sir," He added quietly. He then made a bow as deep as the one he usually gave Snape and Lucius.
"Not a word to anyone, Borgin," Draco said, "and that includes my mother, understand?"
"Naturally, naturally," Borgin murmured, bowing again.
"Good," Draco said. "Come on Tomas let's go meet up with my mother and your father." Tomas nodded and they left the shop together.
As the walked Tomas looked over at Draco. "Your mother doesn't know?" He asked.
"No she doesn't," Draco said, "and let's keep it that way."
