Chapter 2:
Draco apparated into his room, where his house-elf was becoming frantic.
"There you are Master Draco, where have you been? Your parents are looking for you! Your mother is worried sick and your father is furious!" Just then his father burst into his room and began to yell at Draco.
"What happened to you?! Your Mother and I have been searching for you, you know you are not supposed to leave the manor unless we allow it!" He slapped Draco across the face and he yelped in pain.
"That should teach you not to leave the manor. The Dark Lord could call you at anytime, and we must not keep him waiting. If you ever leave when he summons you, we will all suffer the consequences," he boomed.
Draco stayed on the ground, refusing to look up at his superior. His father stormed out, slamming the door. "Crazy bastard," he said to himself before dragging himself into his bed and having another restless night.
"Draco, dear, wake up," his mother whispered, nudging him in the side.
"Mother...what is it?" he said groggily.
"The Dark lord has finally summoned you, he has a mission for you." He immediately got up, fear in his eyes.
"Now, now dear, this is a simple task. Now get washed up and look presentable, we've been waiting a long time for this." It did not take him long to clean up and comb his hair back. He followed his mother into the study, to find Voldemort standing behind the desk.
"Ahhh, Draco...my dear boy, I have a task for you." His voice was soft yet menacing and he seemed to glide instead of walk.
"I'm ready, my lord."
"Good," he whispered as he tapped his wand onto the desk, flipping it over, revealing a trap door.
"Follow me..." he whispered again. The trapdoor led to a dungeon. Voldemort tapped his wand again and opened the iron door. Inside, tightly bounded to the wall, was a form of a person, barely alive. The person lifted its head and revealed those chocolate brown eyes.
Granger.
"Ahhh, so you two have met? Draco, I need you to take care of the girl," he leaned in and whispered in his ear, "make sure she never sees the light of day."
He walked up to her broken form, and pointed his wand to her head. Silently, he whispered, "I'm sorry," before performing the killing curse. Her body was lifeless on the cold, hard floor, and behind him he could hear the cruel laughter of the Dark Lord.
He awoke suddenly, nearly jumping out of his bed. The same nightmare replayed every night, except this night instead of his mother being held captive, it was Granger. In frustration, he punched the headboard of his bed and clenched his fist in pain.
A knock came at his door, and his mother stepped inside.
"Ah, Good morning, dear," she said as she walked over to the windows and opened the drapes. The light shined through the room and Draco put his pillow over his face, shielding him from the dreadful light.
"Mother, I'd prefer if you left them closed," he said.
"Nonsense, you need the light otherwise you'll never wake up."
If she knew how many times he has woken up every night, she would board up the bloody windows, he thought.
"Now, let me see your face," she said as she examined the red mark on his face left by his father. She brought her wand to his cheek and muttered a spell, leaving it just as pale as it was before. His mother had learned a few healing spells over the years. This would be their usual morning routine, only this time it was just a red mark and not a bruise or a bloody lip.
"There, good as new!" she exclaimed, kissing his cheek.
"Come down for breakfast, your father wishes to discuss the plans from the Dark Lord."
"Alright, Mother," he grumbled as she left the room. He cursed and threw a pillow at the door, before getting up for another day of hell.