Chapter 4: Who's left?


In the old world, Draco was a prince.

His father was a powerful man.

In Slytherin house he need just mention his father's name to quell any argument. He was the top of the food chain, and boy did he eat.

He was a prince, a spoiled prince, and that made it oh so very hard when he fell from his throne.

His father had failed. A group of school children defeated a party leaded by one of the Dark Lord's most trusted. Claiming imperius is a one time thing; the second time you are found to be a member of a terrorist faction, you go to jail.

He'd instantly went from the top to the bottom. Instead of winning arguments by mentioning his father's name, people would laugh. How can a azkaban resident possibly help you?

It was bad, but when father escaped it would be back to the way it should be. More importantly though, the Dark Lord had given the boy a task of his own. A task that he could not fail.


He failed.

Boy, did he fail.

He wasn't a killer; whats worse is that he discovered this fact in the presence of multiple of the Dark Lord's most trusted.

What was bad became worse. Now he was considered the lowest of the Dark Lord's servants. Even that despicable rat Pettigrew was considered a more worthy man. Aunt Bellatrix would look at him with contempt.

Even his father could hardly stand to look at him.


The Dark Lord had finally won. Potter was dead, and the resistance died with him.

The Dark Lord had the ministry, he had Hogwarts, and now he had potter. With no one left to fight, the changes were swift.

He killed the mudbloods first. Every last one.

Half-bloods were forced to intake veritaserum to prove their heritage.

Then the Half-bloods were killed too. It started as a registration program. All Half-bloods were fitted with a tracer bracelet. Sent home, they were all then killed in their sleep by the "Aurors".

He didn't stop there however. The Dark Lord was not Grindelwald; he did not seek to control the muggles. In a few short months there were but a handful of them alive in the whole United kingdom.

Dementors were very efficient killers.

So now all that remained were Pure-bloods. The class meant to rule quickly learned that they had none left to rule. They also had none to serve them.

The most wealthy in gold or prestige still ruled, but Draco had neither. Also, by attempting to ride through life on his father's coattails, Draco never applied himself in school, thus leaving him with no marketable skills.

"Get back to work you lazy bastard!" a man yelled, jarring Draco from his thoughts, "That hippogriff shit won't shovel itself!"

Readying his shovel Draco sighed.

Maybe supporting the Dark Lord wasn't that good of an idea?

But then again wizards are stupid.


AN: I just love causing Draco hardship.