Hey, everybody! Something happened with the previous Chapter Five, and I have no idea what. All of the words were somehow replaced with computer programing symbols. Anyone a computer wiz and know what would cause that? So I have officially broken my weekly update promise. Sorry!

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Chapter Five

Ice cold water washed over me, jerking me out of my restless sleep. I jolted straight up and sputtered, spitting out droplets of water that threatened to choke me.

"Wake up, Malfoy," a harsh voice ordered. "It's time for your training!"

The masked Death Eater that woke me grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of my bed. He forced me out of my room as he slapped my wand into my chest, making sure that I took it from him.

The Death Eater pulled me through the halls of my family's manor until we came to our sheltered courtyard.

"Time for you to learn all of the Curses and Unforgivable magic!" the Death Eater shouted in my ear.

A few other masked Death Eaters brought out various animals of different species that I was told to cast every Unforgivable Curse onto. Imperius, Cruciatus and Killing. All three in a row.

I couldn't contain my fear of this. I had cast the Imperius Curse before, and it didn't hurt like the Killing Curse did, but it still left me bedridden for the rest of the day the last time, and now I had to cast it over and over again on these animals.

When Mad-Eye Moody did it during class, it was entertaining. Up until he threw that spider on my face. What would I have to make these creatures do?

"Cast them!" the Death Eater shouted, making me jump and grip my wand harder than I already was.

I aimed the end of my wand at the animal closest to me-an owl-and did as instructed. "Imperio." My head pounded and my heart clenched as I voiced the spell. A wave of weakness made me close my eyes and nearly drop my wand.

"Pay attention!" the Death Eater barked, making me snap my eyes back open and double my grip on my wand.

The bird convulsed a bit as it tried to resist the Curse, but it was just an animal.

"Make it fly around," the Death Eater ordered.

I raised my wand again and leveled it at the bird. I used every ounce of concentration my swimming mind could manage and forced the owl to fly in several loops around the courtyard.

The longer I made the creature fly, the more it drained me. After a few minutes, I was swaying on my feet and could barely keep my eyes open.

"Alright. Let it go," the Death Eater voiced, and I gratefully release my hold over the owl's actions.

I stumbled back a few steps as I lowered my wand, accidentally running into the Death Eater that was supposed to be my trainer.

"Get off!" he shouted, shoving me away.

The Death Eater's voice sounded vaguely familiar. It almost sounded like one of my professors from school.

"Cruciatus, now!" he ordered, shoving my arm towards the owl I made fly.

Refocusing on the creature with a shake of my head, I steadied my wand at the bird again, and-before I could back out of it-shouted, "Crucio!"

The bird squawked and convulsed in pain, and a wave of weakness hit me so strongly that I could barely stand. After a few seconds, my vision went completely dark, and something hard hit me on the cheek.

"Wake up, Malfoy!" that familiar voice echoed as a hand violently shook my shoulder.

My eyes flew open and I was greeted by the same masked Death Eater from before.

"Time for the Killing Curse," he told me, forcing me to my feet.

I swayed unsteadily, but the Death Eater kept a hand on my shoulder so I wouldn't fall.

I raised my shaking arm at the bird that was lying on the ground, giving off quiet tweets of pain. I didn't want to kill it, but it was in pain right now, and killing it would put the little creature out of its misery.

I focused my blurred eyesight and mumbled, "Avada Kedavra."

The flash of green light was quickly followed by a pained squawk. My weakened legs finally gave out from underneath me, and I fell into the Death Eater.

"Get off!" he shouted, letting go of my arm.

I instantly collapsed to the ground without his support, and the Death Eater rolled me onto my back and leaned over me.

"How do you expect to kill the Headmaster if you collapse when you cast the Killing Curse?" he demanded, ripping off his mask.

"Professor?" I gawked in shock, dulled by exhausted pain.

"Yes, Malfoy," Snape answered. "Now get up."

Professor Snape grabbed my arm and dragged me to my feet. "I'm the one they called to help you," he told me. "I'm to train you in multiple ways to kill and ensure that you accomplish the goals we need."

"What other goal do I have besides killing Dumbledore?" I asked.

"Establishing the pathway between the two Vanishing Cabinets, of course," Snape explained. "And I can teach you that as well."

"Well, if you can do it, why do I have to?" I wondered.

"I'll be teaching at school. I have classes to oversee and papers to grade," he hissed. "I am your alibi. I can account for your whereabouts when you're working on the Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement."

"'Room of Requirement'?" I repeated.

"Yes," Snape said slowly. "I'll show you where it is when you get to school. Now." He gestured to a random animal wandering about the courtyard. "Repeat all three Curses."

It went that way the entire two weeks until I returned to school. Cast the three Unforgivable Curses. Learn about the Vanishing Cabinets and how the pathway can be established between them. Learn how to curse objects to kill a person.

I hardly slept. Occasionally, I managed to sneak away to a shaded area of the courtyard and catch less than a half an hour of rest. Snape always woke me with a splash of freezing cold water, and he and several others always repeated the same sentences over and over.

"Hogwarts is pathetic."

"Dumbledore is one of the worst people to let live."

"Harry Potter will lead to the Dark Lord's downfall."

"Dumbledore must not be allowed to help Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter nearly killed your father."

"You were chosen."

"He chose you."

In the back of my mind, I knew what they did to me, but I was too weak and tired to fight it.

And in the end, they were right. Potter would destroy everything the Dark Lord and all of us have worked so hard to build, and Dumbledore would help him destroy it. I was chosen to help the Dark Lord. Only I can help him. Only I could kill Dumbledore.

Someone please let me know if this is all screwed up again!

Until next week!