WARNING: Dark scene with Lord Voldemort oops i mean he who shall not be named. Not to graphic but just a warning in case.

All characters belong to J.K Rowling.

I have realized that some of the names i use may not actually be Death Eaters in the books.. i'm not entirely sure... but i do know all the children were in Slytherin house with Draco.

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The kids filed downstairs, to the main lounge where all the other Death Eaters were waiting. They were sitting around a large wooden table, which was set up for this occasion. The room was filled with a roaring fireplace, and comfy leather chairs that were pushed to the side. It was the main room where all the Malfoy's often read. There were large bookcases and side tables littered with wizarding magazines.

The Death Eaters sitting in the room rose when their Dark Lord entered their presence. With a swish of his wand, the wooden table disappeared and he asked everyone to stand in a circle around the room with their children placed in front of them. Draco wasn't sure if he should stand in front of his mother or father, but the choice was made for him when his mother placed her hands on his shoulders.

Voldemort stood in the middle of the group, slowly circling around, tapping his wand against his other hand. "Now it appears we have a little problem. Am I right Ms. Bullstrode?" He spun around quickly looking her right in the eyes.

"Y. Yes sir."

"Apparently, the Slytherin students aren't capable of keeping their actions under control. Wouldn't you agree Mr. Malfoy?" He stared at Draco this time.

"Yes sir."

"I'm glad to see you all agree. Now what we are going to do is nip this problem in the bud before it goes any farther because I Don't Like Interruptions." He placed emphasize on the last words. "Let us begin. Ms. Greengrass, please extend your hand to me."

The girl complied and stretched her arm out very slowly and shaky with her palm facing up. Lord Voldemort pointed his wand in her palm, and released a spell that forced Ms. Greengrass to scream and nearly collapse before her parents grabbed her by the arms. Draco imagined it must be some sort of weaker cruciatus curse.

He turned around and this time headed toward Crabbe. His father was already physically ready to support him. Draco watched in horror and didn't even realize his mother shuffling him in front of his father's feet. Voldemort continued his way around the circle, in no pattern. Draco slowly watched all his friends in pain. The Dark Lord must have kept him till last, for that very reason. Sometimes waiting was the worst part.

"Last but not least, Mr. Malfoy. I assume you know the routine by now."

He could see all the eyes of the Death Eaters who were now consoling their children turn towards him. His aunt looked intrigued, probably curious on how he would handle the pain. His godfather had no expression what so ever. He could feel his mother slightly quivering next to him, her arms brushed against his fathers. She tried to stand as close as possible to both of them.

Draco slowly extended his hand, his eyes were already half closed. He could feel his father's grip on the sides of his arms and the slight touch of the tip of the wand in his exposed palm. Even with his eyes closed, he saw the curse illuminate red. It felt like fire was beneath his skin crawling up to his shoulder. He was beginning to sweat, and felt his mouth get dry. He wasn't sure if he was yelling or just had his mouth open in pain. Either way, he thought his legs would collapse but the curse ended, and he was glad his father was still supporting him. His legs were very unstable.

"Let us hope that this will be a reminder of the dark lord's wrath." Voldemort hissed. "There will be a time when you are old enough, and will join my forces and feel more pain then you did today. You will take the mark, and if you are good servants, you will not suffer. Let this be a warning." With a swish of his black robes, he walked out of the room. His heavy boots thudded against the wooden floors until he exited the house and apparated into the night.

Once he was gone, everyone either apparated outside or took the floo network through the fireplace. He watched Pansy being carried out. He hoped to never hear her scream the same way again. As his thoughts clouded his mind about what just happened, he felt his father slowly lead him towards his room.

The stairs were hard to climb. He felt like he just ran a marathon, extremely weak and drenched in sweat. He took it one step at a time, with Lucius supporting one side and he was holding the railing with the other hand. He felt slightly embarrassed that his parents had to help him to his room. His mother was already pulling back the covers on his bed. She transfigured his clothes into pyjamas and he practically fell into his pillow.

His father continued to sit on the edge of the bed, leaning against one of the posters of the four posters bed while his mother placed a nice cool clothe on his head. He slowly drifted to sleep- the last thing he saw was the concern in his father's eyes. When he woke there was light slightly shining through the black curtains. His head was pounding and his left arm was so sore he could barely lift it. He looked at the time and it was 3pm. He slept over 12 hours. His mother walked in with a house elf carrying a tray of food.

The first thing she did was check his forehead, to make sure it wasn't still burning. She was most likely waiting all day for him to wake up. He felt very hungry, but it was hard to eat with his left hand. His mother was cutting up his food, he was pretty sure that she was slightly happy to be able to take care of him again. It wasn't often that he needed her help anymore. He would let her continue coddle over him, until he was allowed out of bed. According to his father and Snape, he was to stay bed ridden for the next three days. The cruciatus curse is always the worst the first time, emotionally and physically.

As the days went by, his aunt and uncle came to visit. Snape dropped in once or twice to make sure his fever was gone and to see how he was doing. He gave him a pain reliever draught for his arm. His mother was always bustling in and out of his room, and his father came to visit when he was home from work. It was mainly to relieve Draco from his mother. He hadn't heard anything from Pansy.