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Lucius Malfoy

I applauded Dromeda. It was good that she was in Slytherin; I'd been worried for a long time that she might get put into Hufflepuff, after all her rants that we weren't better than everyone else. Of course we were! She just didn't know what she was on about. If I was going to marry her someday, I would have to teach her everything my father had taught me. I waited for my name to be called out; my long blonde hair kept getting in to my eyes. I pushed it back behind my ear careful to avoid the dark purple bruise on my cheek.

When father had hit me it had been hard not to cry or scream out in pain but it was nowhere near as bad as when he used the Cruciatus Curse. I didn't blame him though because had to, because I deserved everything I got! I shouldn't have said the Dark Lord's name! Mother cried when she saw it, I had to tell her I deserved it, she disagreed but she couldn't stand up to father or she'd get hit too. But that was how all families were, or father had told me. Father was a Death Eater and I was going to become one when I left Hogwarts too. Father and the Dark Lord had arranged it all. And father was the boss. I knew a whole arsenal of Dark Art spells which father had been teaching me from a young age and I was not afraid to use them on the Muggle scum.

"Malfoy, Lucius." Professor Dumbledore called up. I walked up to the front and sat on the small wooden stool. The hat was placed on my head.

"A Malfoy." It said.

"Yeah, I know that. Just put me in Slytherin!" I thought.

"You don't have to follow your father all the time. You don't have to be scared of him. And if I put you in Slytherin you're going to make all the wrong choices." The hat wisely said.

"You can't choose your family, and if I didn't want to become a Death Eater I would have told my father. I can't even if I wanted to anyway because father would beat me!" I thought, shuddering when I remembered the pain of the Cruciatus Curse.

"SLYTHERIN!" it yelled out. The table erupted into applause. So what if I was going to make all the 'wrong choices'. Society needed to be rid of all these mudbloods and the Muggles needed to know their place. I was on my way to becoming a Death Eater and nothing was going to stop me…