Draco sighed and walked into the dining room at Malfoy Manor. His parents expected him to be dressed up and on time for every meal, most of which were cold and serious in the big, uncomfortable hall at Malfoy Manor. But when he walked in, he was met with a surprise: Voldemort, the Dark Lord, who had killed many in the First Wizarding War, for whom his own father, Lucius Malfoy, worked was sitting at the head of the table instead of Mr. Malfoy.

 

“W-What is.... I mean, it is an honor to meet you, my Lord”,

Draco stuttered. Lucius gave him a stern look, stood up, and said:

“Draco, I have agreed for our home to be the headquarters of the Death Eaters and for Lord Voldemort. Please, no more staring, have a seat.”

Draco did. For about ten minutes, everyone was silently eating. Then, little by little, they started to talk about plans for attacks, and when they would kill Harry Potter.

“We will kill the boy all in good time”, Voldemort proclaimed. “Our first step, however, is the killing of the mudloods.”

The talk bored Draco out of his mind. He took a moment to quietly examine the Death Eaters sitting at the table. Yes, there was his aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange, whose husband was in Azkaban, his mother, Narcissa Malfoy,.... Draco struggled staying awake... Fenir Greyback, and old family friend who was also a wearwolf,... Narcissa saw him almost asleep and finally :

”Draco, you may be excused”

He smiled gratefully and slid into bed for another night of dreaming about his crush - not Pansy, it was the nerdy, muggle-born, Gryffindor: Hermione Granger. when the summer holidays ended and their sixth school year started, Draco swore he would dump Pansy, whom he had never properly loved, and tell Hermione how he felt. It was something that had to be done eventually.

***the next morning***

Draco woke with a start. Was that... his mother? Crying? Draco jumped out of bed and hurried down the hall to his parent’s room. Narcissa Malfoy was sobbing into his fathers empty bed.

“Mom, what happened?”, Draco exclaimed.

“Your father.... had to go on a mission last night.... He got caught. Azkaban. The Dark Lord wants you to replace him. Tonight you will become a Death Eater.” Narcissa smiled through her tears. “You’d make your father proud”

***That night***

True to his word, at six P.M. that very evening, Voldemort called Draco to him.They were alone.

“Show me your left arm”, Voldemort said.

Draco did. The Dark Lord took Draco’s arm in his hand and with the tip of his wand, traced the Dark Mark onto his arm. Then, Voldemort mumbled a spell, and the Dark Mark was on Draco’s arm. Nothing could remove it.

“You’ll make a good Death eater, although you are young”,

Voldemort spoke. Draco left the room as if in a trance. Maybe he should just give up about Hermione. Well, at least he would never tell her his secret. That he was now a Death Eater.

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