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I remember the screaming.
Draco sat down on his bed at the manor; he was piecing together the events of the evening. He placed his head in his hands and closed his eyes.
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"Draco, you're coming with me." Lucius said as he apparated into the dinning room that night.
Draco looked from his mother, silently sipping her tea, back to Lucius, "Where are we going Father?" he asked curiously.
"Just come on the Dark Lord wishes for you to attend a meeting." Lucius' eyes flashed with amusement.
Draco shrugged and stood up from the table.
"Get your cloak." Lucius said.
Draco stood silently and cautiously in the darkness outside. Thirty or more Death Eaters stood around him and Lucius, waiting. Then, he appeared. There was a rustle through out the crowed, Draco even noticed his father fidget a little.
The dark Lord, Voldemort, stood in front of the crowd, his pitch black cloak didn't stir even in the gusts of wind, and his face was just visible to see a long line of pale white. Wormtail was cowering at his side. Draco always thought the little rat was useless, he feared for his life, and it was the only reason he stood here now, acting as a dog for the Lord.
"I have decided to give the Order a little surprise, just to liven up our return." Voldemort's voice was rasp and deep, "to put fear into their heads." He began to laugh, followed by all the followers around.
Draco noticed he was in a pool full laughter, he couldn't help but smirk, this was always what he wanted, power, who didn't want it?
"There is a muggle town a few miles away, we will go and," Voldemort paused, Draco could hear the pleasure in his voice, "have a little fun."
One by one, Death Eaters began to apparate away. Draco, having learned how to apparate just a few months ago in his sixth year, apparated after his father vanished.
It was the middle of the night, the small street was silent, the muggles were probably sleeping, not realizing what was about to happen.
Then, that was where it all began, he wasn't sure who did it, but one by one, the houses were set ablaze, then muggles began to scream once realizing their lives were in danger. It all happened very fast for Draco; it was like a dance, after one step, another would happen.
"Go on Draco." Lucius assured his son. His wand was out also setting fire to the buildings.
Just as Draco was about to reach for his own wand, another thing caught his attention. A young girl, no older than six it seemed ran out of her house, and stopped suddenly as she looked out upon all the cloaked men. Her eyes filled with fear and she began to cry.
Lucius must have heard the girl begin to cry, because as Draco watched the young girl curiously, his father shouted, "Crucio!"
This caught Draco off guard and was not expecting the girl to fall down to the ground withering in pain; her screams began to echo in his head.
Then, many more people ran out of their homes, mothers, fathers, and their children. Though they didn't even have time to stop and stare as the girl did, the Death Eaters forgot about their fire spells and turned to the muggles instead. The sky filled with what seemed like a thousand Crucios.
Draco couldn't understand what was going on, he watched as all the muggles screamed and twitched on the ground. He shook his head and took a step back, instantly loosing his balance and fell on the ground.
Lucius turned to his son, "Draco?" he asked and grabbed Draco's cloak in one hand and pulled him up to his feet, "What were you doing down there?" he asked in a cold voice.
Draco quickly thought of an excuse, "Lost my balance father."
Lucius let go of Draco and grabbed the forgotten wand still tucked away and thrust in the boy's hands, "I didn't bring you here to stare, make yourself useful." He pushed his son to the side and continued to Crucio his victims.
The night never seemed to end. Draco tried to act as though he was busing himself, but he couldn't do what his father wanted. He felt sick, hundreds of people now lay dead around him, and he couldn't understand why he felt this way. Then, a cold hand grabbed Draco's shoulder and turned him around. He looked up into the face of Lord Volemort.
"I noticed you didn't get much of the fun here," the rasp voice was even colder now then usual.
"Well, I did not want to take away any of your amusement." Draco tried to sound brave, he hoped it was working.
Voldemort laughed Draco cringed at the sound, "Lucius, this is your boy right?"
The hooded figure of Lucius Malfoy strode over to them, "That is him Lord." He said casually.
Draco felt his stomach knot up, how could he have been so stupid, he hadn't addressed the Dark Lord properly, how stupid, he could have punched himself.
"He holds much back, have you noticed?" The voice was going to haunt Draco the rest of his life.
Voldemort called for Wormtail to come over. Draco noticed as Wormtail approached, that he was carrying a struggling young girl with brown flowing hair. She was yelling and crying. She looked about Draco's age, maybe a bit younger.
Voldemort took hold of the girl and put his wand next to the girl's head, he then muttered a few words, and the girl went still, she was still very much alive, just temporarily paralyzed. He threw the girl down at Draco's feet.
Draco looked down at the girl, her tears were still streaming down her stiff face, and her eyes looked so alive. He looked back up at his father, and then to Voldemort.
"Go on then Draco, do something." Voldemort crossed his arms over his blackened chest. Lucius also waited, his wand was ready incase Draco refused, he could kill him there.
Draco took a deep breath; he was actually supposed to kill this muggle? Why couldn't it have been an old one, or one that looked like Potter? She looked so terrified. Draco raised his wand, he had to, and even if he refused the girl would die, not to mention what would happen to him. He slowly pointed it at the frightened figure before him. He gulped and closed his eyes so she wouldn't look at him anymore.
"Crucio." Draco said.
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Draco opened his eyes, wishing it was all a bad dream. But it wasn't, he knew what he had done. He was confused, he had always waited for this day, ever since he was three when his father told him what he was going to be when he was older. He was always trying his hardest to get the spot his father had, right in the inner circle. He craved for it.
Draco laughed quietly; everything was breaking apart in front of him. He all of the sudden didn't want to even be a Malfoy anymore. The girl. Yes, it had to be her that did this to him. Why was this happening? All of these feelings weren't supposed to happen to him, he didn't want anything more to do with Voldemort. What would his father think? Even the sound of Lucius made Draco want to vomit. How could he make him do this?
The girl laid there and screamed. And the noise made him grow furious, and every time he felt angrier, his energy was put behind his attack and added more energy to the Crucio. Draco felt sick thinking about this and couldn't help but feel it was his fault she had died like that, in fact it was his fault, he kept adding onto the curse.
There was a knock on his door, and Lucius entered. Draco stood and washed his emotion away from his face. Malfoy's never showed emotion.
"The Lord wishes one more task of you." He said and walked out of the room.
Draco reluctantly followed. Soon, he stood in the Library of the house. Voldemort and Wormtail were there as well.
Lucius closed the door behind him and stood over in the corner.
Voldemort approached Draco and circled him for a while examining the boy. He muttered things to himself, and then motioned for Wormtail to come. "Draco, this is a very rare and wonderful occasion for you I am sure."
Draco nodded, he didn't mention the sickness he felt being in a room full of.murderers.
"I have talked to your father, and we both feel you are ready to become a Death Eater. You show much power Draco, and it is useful to me.
Draco felt his stomach lurch. A Death Eater? Now? He would have jumped at this a few hours ago, before this all happened, but now? He knew he would have to kill once he was with Voldemort, but he had never imagined what it was like, he had never done it before, and now that he saw, he didn't want any of it.
"So, roll up your sleeve boy." Voldemort held out his wand and Draco reluctantly held out his forearm. Wormtail grabbed Draco's arm and held onto it tightly. Draco felt disgusted letting that rat touch him, but he did nothing.
Voldemort placed his wand tip onto Draco's pale skin. The tip was hot, extremely hot. Draco wanted to pull his arm away, but Wormtail wouldn't allow him to. Voldemort whispered a spell to himself, and Draco watched as his skin grew red and burned into a picture of a skull and a snake. Once the picture was completed, Draco's arm was on fire, and the cut burst open and blood poured out of his arm. The picture continued to glow bright red with his blood.
Wormtail let go of Draco's arm, and Draco was dismissed to leave.
As he walked down the dark hall of his house, he clutched his arm, the blood seeped through his closed fingers. He bit his lip and ran the rest of the way to his room. He then collapsed on his bed and screamed into his pillow to muffle the sound.
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"Mr. Malfoy, please pay attention." McGonagall snapped at the daydreaming boy in her classroom one afternoon during Transfiguration.
Draco looked up at the professor; she looked ready to kill anything that got on her bad side. He peered back down at the box that contained three squirmy mice in it, he realized he hadn't done the spell to turn them into the cups, and class was practically over. He rolled his eyes in frustration; this was for sure going to be on the final. Before he could read through the book to see if the spell was in there, McGonagall cleared her throat.
"Please return your animals to their original state and bring the boxes back up to me please." She sat down behind her desk and began to scrawl on the parchment in front of her.
Draco shut his Transfiguration book and placed the lid back over his crate. As he stood up, Hermione brushed past him the first one done. He smirked and followed her up to the front. He loved to torment Granger, she was just too easy.
"Here you go Professor." Hermione smiled and put down her box full of toads. She turned to see Draco standing in front of her. She took a step back in surprise, but then straightened back up and pushed past him.
Draco dropped the crate onto McGonagall's desk and hurriedly went after Hermione. He caught up to her and casually put his foot out in front of her.
She shrieked as she tripped over Draco's extended leg and fell to the ground.
McGonagall looked up from her paper, as did the rest of the class, "Miss Granger, are you all right, what happened?"
"I'll tell you Professor, the girl here has two left feet, cant even walk right." Draco laughed.
"That will be quit enough of that Mr. Malfoy." McGonagall said.
Ron and Harry then walked over and helped Hermione to her feet. Draco stood there smirking at the sight of the three of them. Hermione brushed off her robes and then glared at Malfoy.
What happened next was a shock to everyone. Hermione raised her hand and slapped Draco with all of her strength, which was quiet a lot.
Draco stumbled back a little and placed a hand over his stinging cheek. Hermione looked just as shocked as he was.
"Miss Granger?" McGonagall cut through the silence of the room, "What," she too must have been speechless.
"Sorry professor, I-I don't know what came over me," Hermione looked down at her hand.
"Well, be that as it may, striking another student is against our rules, fifteen points from Gryffindor, a week of detention." Mcgonagall stated.
"But professor," Neville said quietly, "I saw Draco trip Hermione; it was his fault she fell."
Draco shot Neville a death glare causing the young boy to shrink down in his seat. Luckily for him, several other students all agreed with him.
"Is that true Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall stood up from her seat and strode over to the group.
Draco was at a loss of words, "Well, I,"
"Fifteen points form Slytherin and detention for a week."
"But professor, I-"
"Will not discuss this anymore, class dismissed." McGonagall turned away.
Draco scowled and grabbed his bag. As he exited the classroom, he caught the eyes of the "Wonder Trio" all smiling at him trying to hold in their laughter. He shook his head and stormed out of the room.
Well, that was chapter one! Yeah! Review and tell me how you liked it, or.didn't. *cough* anyways, just review okay! I also except lots of requests.
A/N- Enjoy this story!
I remember the screaming.
Draco sat down on his bed at the manor; he was piecing together the events of the evening. He placed his head in his hands and closed his eyes.
~~~
"Draco, you're coming with me." Lucius said as he apparated into the dinning room that night.
Draco looked from his mother, silently sipping her tea, back to Lucius, "Where are we going Father?" he asked curiously.
"Just come on the Dark Lord wishes for you to attend a meeting." Lucius' eyes flashed with amusement.
Draco shrugged and stood up from the table.
"Get your cloak." Lucius said.
Draco stood silently and cautiously in the darkness outside. Thirty or more Death Eaters stood around him and Lucius, waiting. Then, he appeared. There was a rustle through out the crowed, Draco even noticed his father fidget a little.
The dark Lord, Voldemort, stood in front of the crowd, his pitch black cloak didn't stir even in the gusts of wind, and his face was just visible to see a long line of pale white. Wormtail was cowering at his side. Draco always thought the little rat was useless, he feared for his life, and it was the only reason he stood here now, acting as a dog for the Lord.
"I have decided to give the Order a little surprise, just to liven up our return." Voldemort's voice was rasp and deep, "to put fear into their heads." He began to laugh, followed by all the followers around.
Draco noticed he was in a pool full laughter, he couldn't help but smirk, this was always what he wanted, power, who didn't want it?
"There is a muggle town a few miles away, we will go and," Voldemort paused, Draco could hear the pleasure in his voice, "have a little fun."
One by one, Death Eaters began to apparate away. Draco, having learned how to apparate just a few months ago in his sixth year, apparated after his father vanished.
It was the middle of the night, the small street was silent, the muggles were probably sleeping, not realizing what was about to happen.
Then, that was where it all began, he wasn't sure who did it, but one by one, the houses were set ablaze, then muggles began to scream once realizing their lives were in danger. It all happened very fast for Draco; it was like a dance, after one step, another would happen.
"Go on Draco." Lucius assured his son. His wand was out also setting fire to the buildings.
Just as Draco was about to reach for his own wand, another thing caught his attention. A young girl, no older than six it seemed ran out of her house, and stopped suddenly as she looked out upon all the cloaked men. Her eyes filled with fear and she began to cry.
Lucius must have heard the girl begin to cry, because as Draco watched the young girl curiously, his father shouted, "Crucio!"
This caught Draco off guard and was not expecting the girl to fall down to the ground withering in pain; her screams began to echo in his head.
Then, many more people ran out of their homes, mothers, fathers, and their children. Though they didn't even have time to stop and stare as the girl did, the Death Eaters forgot about their fire spells and turned to the muggles instead. The sky filled with what seemed like a thousand Crucios.
Draco couldn't understand what was going on, he watched as all the muggles screamed and twitched on the ground. He shook his head and took a step back, instantly loosing his balance and fell on the ground.
Lucius turned to his son, "Draco?" he asked and grabbed Draco's cloak in one hand and pulled him up to his feet, "What were you doing down there?" he asked in a cold voice.
Draco quickly thought of an excuse, "Lost my balance father."
Lucius let go of Draco and grabbed the forgotten wand still tucked away and thrust in the boy's hands, "I didn't bring you here to stare, make yourself useful." He pushed his son to the side and continued to Crucio his victims.
The night never seemed to end. Draco tried to act as though he was busing himself, but he couldn't do what his father wanted. He felt sick, hundreds of people now lay dead around him, and he couldn't understand why he felt this way. Then, a cold hand grabbed Draco's shoulder and turned him around. He looked up into the face of Lord Volemort.
"I noticed you didn't get much of the fun here," the rasp voice was even colder now then usual.
"Well, I did not want to take away any of your amusement." Draco tried to sound brave, he hoped it was working.
Voldemort laughed Draco cringed at the sound, "Lucius, this is your boy right?"
The hooded figure of Lucius Malfoy strode over to them, "That is him Lord." He said casually.
Draco felt his stomach knot up, how could he have been so stupid, he hadn't addressed the Dark Lord properly, how stupid, he could have punched himself.
"He holds much back, have you noticed?" The voice was going to haunt Draco the rest of his life.
Voldemort called for Wormtail to come over. Draco noticed as Wormtail approached, that he was carrying a struggling young girl with brown flowing hair. She was yelling and crying. She looked about Draco's age, maybe a bit younger.
Voldemort took hold of the girl and put his wand next to the girl's head, he then muttered a few words, and the girl went still, she was still very much alive, just temporarily paralyzed. He threw the girl down at Draco's feet.
Draco looked down at the girl, her tears were still streaming down her stiff face, and her eyes looked so alive. He looked back up at his father, and then to Voldemort.
"Go on then Draco, do something." Voldemort crossed his arms over his blackened chest. Lucius also waited, his wand was ready incase Draco refused, he could kill him there.
Draco took a deep breath; he was actually supposed to kill this muggle? Why couldn't it have been an old one, or one that looked like Potter? She looked so terrified. Draco raised his wand, he had to, and even if he refused the girl would die, not to mention what would happen to him. He slowly pointed it at the frightened figure before him. He gulped and closed his eyes so she wouldn't look at him anymore.
"Crucio." Draco said.
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Draco opened his eyes, wishing it was all a bad dream. But it wasn't, he knew what he had done. He was confused, he had always waited for this day, ever since he was three when his father told him what he was going to be when he was older. He was always trying his hardest to get the spot his father had, right in the inner circle. He craved for it.
Draco laughed quietly; everything was breaking apart in front of him. He all of the sudden didn't want to even be a Malfoy anymore. The girl. Yes, it had to be her that did this to him. Why was this happening? All of these feelings weren't supposed to happen to him, he didn't want anything more to do with Voldemort. What would his father think? Even the sound of Lucius made Draco want to vomit. How could he make him do this?
The girl laid there and screamed. And the noise made him grow furious, and every time he felt angrier, his energy was put behind his attack and added more energy to the Crucio. Draco felt sick thinking about this and couldn't help but feel it was his fault she had died like that, in fact it was his fault, he kept adding onto the curse.
There was a knock on his door, and Lucius entered. Draco stood and washed his emotion away from his face. Malfoy's never showed emotion.
"The Lord wishes one more task of you." He said and walked out of the room.
Draco reluctantly followed. Soon, he stood in the Library of the house. Voldemort and Wormtail were there as well.
Lucius closed the door behind him and stood over in the corner.
Voldemort approached Draco and circled him for a while examining the boy. He muttered things to himself, and then motioned for Wormtail to come. "Draco, this is a very rare and wonderful occasion for you I am sure."
Draco nodded, he didn't mention the sickness he felt being in a room full of.murderers.
"I have talked to your father, and we both feel you are ready to become a Death Eater. You show much power Draco, and it is useful to me.
Draco felt his stomach lurch. A Death Eater? Now? He would have jumped at this a few hours ago, before this all happened, but now? He knew he would have to kill once he was with Voldemort, but he had never imagined what it was like, he had never done it before, and now that he saw, he didn't want any of it.
"So, roll up your sleeve boy." Voldemort held out his wand and Draco reluctantly held out his forearm. Wormtail grabbed Draco's arm and held onto it tightly. Draco felt disgusted letting that rat touch him, but he did nothing.
Voldemort placed his wand tip onto Draco's pale skin. The tip was hot, extremely hot. Draco wanted to pull his arm away, but Wormtail wouldn't allow him to. Voldemort whispered a spell to himself, and Draco watched as his skin grew red and burned into a picture of a skull and a snake. Once the picture was completed, Draco's arm was on fire, and the cut burst open and blood poured out of his arm. The picture continued to glow bright red with his blood.
Wormtail let go of Draco's arm, and Draco was dismissed to leave.
As he walked down the dark hall of his house, he clutched his arm, the blood seeped through his closed fingers. He bit his lip and ran the rest of the way to his room. He then collapsed on his bed and screamed into his pillow to muffle the sound.
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"Mr. Malfoy, please pay attention." McGonagall snapped at the daydreaming boy in her classroom one afternoon during Transfiguration.
Draco looked up at the professor; she looked ready to kill anything that got on her bad side. He peered back down at the box that contained three squirmy mice in it, he realized he hadn't done the spell to turn them into the cups, and class was practically over. He rolled his eyes in frustration; this was for sure going to be on the final. Before he could read through the book to see if the spell was in there, McGonagall cleared her throat.
"Please return your animals to their original state and bring the boxes back up to me please." She sat down behind her desk and began to scrawl on the parchment in front of her.
Draco shut his Transfiguration book and placed the lid back over his crate. As he stood up, Hermione brushed past him the first one done. He smirked and followed her up to the front. He loved to torment Granger, she was just too easy.
"Here you go Professor." Hermione smiled and put down her box full of toads. She turned to see Draco standing in front of her. She took a step back in surprise, but then straightened back up and pushed past him.
Draco dropped the crate onto McGonagall's desk and hurriedly went after Hermione. He caught up to her and casually put his foot out in front of her.
She shrieked as she tripped over Draco's extended leg and fell to the ground.
McGonagall looked up from her paper, as did the rest of the class, "Miss Granger, are you all right, what happened?"
"I'll tell you Professor, the girl here has two left feet, cant even walk right." Draco laughed.
"That will be quit enough of that Mr. Malfoy." McGonagall said.
Ron and Harry then walked over and helped Hermione to her feet. Draco stood there smirking at the sight of the three of them. Hermione brushed off her robes and then glared at Malfoy.
What happened next was a shock to everyone. Hermione raised her hand and slapped Draco with all of her strength, which was quiet a lot.
Draco stumbled back a little and placed a hand over his stinging cheek. Hermione looked just as shocked as he was.
"Miss Granger?" McGonagall cut through the silence of the room, "What," she too must have been speechless.
"Sorry professor, I-I don't know what came over me," Hermione looked down at her hand.
"Well, be that as it may, striking another student is against our rules, fifteen points from Gryffindor, a week of detention." Mcgonagall stated.
"But professor," Neville said quietly, "I saw Draco trip Hermione; it was his fault she fell."
Draco shot Neville a death glare causing the young boy to shrink down in his seat. Luckily for him, several other students all agreed with him.
"Is that true Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall stood up from her seat and strode over to the group.
Draco was at a loss of words, "Well, I,"
"Fifteen points form Slytherin and detention for a week."
"But professor, I-"
"Will not discuss this anymore, class dismissed." McGonagall turned away.
Draco scowled and grabbed his bag. As he exited the classroom, he caught the eyes of the "Wonder Trio" all smiling at him trying to hold in their laughter. He shook his head and stormed out of the room.
Well, that was chapter one! Yeah! Review and tell me how you liked it, or.didn't. *cough* anyways, just review okay! I also except lots of requests.