First of all, im soooooo sorry. I was staying at my dads house the last 2 weeks & I wrote it, but didn't have time to type it. thanks for all the reviews(: and here is the third chapter.

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Draco was pacing back and forth in his massive room. It was green and silver, go figure, with very lavish decorations.

How did I get myself into this?

There was a four-poster bed in the center of the room. A huge fireplace and writing desk took up one wall of the room, while the other was stacked with row upon row of books. There were three doors. One led to his closet, personal bathroom and the last entryway took him to a hallway in Malfoy Manor.

He stopped walking and looked around as if just realizing where he was, and sighed loudly.

I didn't get myself into this. I was born into it. I didn't choose any of this! I can't believe I let them do this to me. I never want to be like him, or any of them for that matter.

He glanced down at his exposed forearm and shuddered. The skin was still very much raw and even silk felt like sandpaper against it.

Exhausted, he fell into bed, not even bothering to change or get under the covers. He laid there awake for quite sometime. Despite being so tired, he had yet to succumb to sleep. He kept replaying the day's events in his head.

*FLASHBACK*

He was on top of his bed, in a similar position as he was in right now. Draco Malfoy was thinking two things.

I don't want to do this. I don't want to do this.

alternated with…

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

By him, he did not mean Voldemort. I mean, he did of course hate him, but if it weren't for the elder Malfoy, Draco wouldn't have to come in contact with the "Dark Lord". Yes, he hated Lucius Malfoy with a passion. He was everything Narcissa wasn't; cruel, evil, and many, many, many other things.

He was so immersed in those two thoughts that he didn't even notice the devil himself standing in the doorway.

"It's time." He stated and left.

Yeah, time to completely ruin my life.

Draco walked to the sink and splashed ice cold water on his face before looking at himself in the mirror.

Dear old Lucius made him wear brand new black dress robes for the "occasion".

It looks like I'm going to a funeral. Oh wait, I am. Mine. Dress to impress, right? Wrong. I don't want to impress that cold-hearted snake.

He started to recently prefer the tousled look, but had his blond hair slicked back, reminiscent of his first few years at Hogwarts; back when he looked up to his father. He hated being reminded of the foolish child he had once been.

He left his room and went towards his father's study where they would be traveling together to the secret

location.

As he was on his way there, he passed the library and heard soft crying. He looked in and it broke his heart at the sight he saw. Draco's mother is the only person who he loves in his whole world, and there she was, crying her beautiful blue eyes out.

She noticed his presence and hastily wiped her face off. He walked over to her and looked down at her. Narcissa's red, tear streaked face turned up to look at her only son the last time before he would have to make the biggest mistake of his life. Her tears started freely falling again.

Draco bent down and held onto his mother before whispering in her ear.

"Don't worry about me, everything will be fine. I love you mum." He said sincerely before walking out of the room. He could still hear her sobbing quietly behind him.

I hate when she cries. I hate him for hurting her and making her cry. Will we ever be a happy family? With Lucius around, no, we will not.

He inhaled deeply and stepped inside the office where he saw his father waiting for him.

"You're late, I will not tolerate it." He said sharply before bringing out his walking stick and hitting Draco with it.

He didn't even flinch at the pain. Since he was little, his father had always been cruelly abusive to him. He had grown somewhat immune to most of it, though he would never tell his father that. The Cruciatus was one thing a person could never become used to.

Lucius held out his arm and Draco took a hold of it before feeling that familiar tug and dizziness.

They arrived in a large, cold, very dark room only lit by torches places every once and a while on the walls. A large chair stood against the far wall with the back of it facing Draco. A crowd of men and women in black robes and metal masks stood before it.

When they noticed the newest arrivals, the older Malfoy left and they together formed a sort of circle around Draco. By this point, he was freaking out despite his cool exterior. He was very good at covering up his real emotions and becoming unreadable, which came in handy in situations like these.

"Silence." The figure in the chair hissed and turned around. His snake eyes landed on Draco and his mouth turned upwards in what could only be described as an attempt at a smile.

"Ah, young Malfoy. You have come to join me. I think you will make a very nice addition, as long as your intentions are clear."

This is where all those years of training come in handy. He pushed all his "traitor" thoughts to the back of his mind and put of a type of wall in front of them. Voldemort would most likely look right past it, he hoped.

"Legilimence" he spoke.

Draco held his breath while his mind was being raided and pilfered. He felt weak, inferior, and it infuriated him. He could be killed on the spot if he found something he didn't like, and to be honest Draco was actually scared.

"Very well, I can see your intentions are clear." Came out of his mouth next and Draco slowly and quietly let his breath out.

"Bare your arm." He commanded and Draco did so.

"Do you, Draco Malfoy, agree to become my follower?"

He touched his wand to Draco's arm and he took in a sharp breath. It felt like his arm was on fire but he didn't dare take his eyes off of the "person" in front of him.

"Yes." He replied through clenched teeth.

"and do you hereby agree to do exactly as I say and never question any choices I make?

The pain was getting worse and worse, he could tell the mark was almost done.

"Yes." He said once more.

"and if need be, will you happily give your life for the greater good."

Greater good? Yeah right?

It hurt so unbearably so or he would have to have tried to surpress a snort at that last question.

"Yes."

The pain escalated so high that he though he would faint, before it came down, a lot. It still hurt, but was no longer excruciating.

"Congratulations, you have joined the ranks of the Death Eaters. I hope you will not disappoint me or the consequences will be fatal. You may leave now."

They apparated back home without saying a word, but Draco could tell his Father was beaming on the inside.

This is completely ridiculous. The slimy git is finally proud of me, and it's because I just gave away the life that HE gave to me? I cannot believe I have to go back to Hogwarts so soon? Shouldn't I get like, a reprieve or something? No, of course not. Cause I am exactly the opposite of Dumbeldore right now. He is the light, and I'm the dark. Fabulous. At least I'll have Snape. Hopefully, this year will not be too eventful.

He was never more wrong in his entire life.

*END FLASHBACK*

What did you guys think about the 3rd chapter? aww. cute Draco/Narcissa moment! Then Voldemort had to ruin it, as expected. XD

That's the LAST of the backstories! Now onto the actual school year! :)

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