Draco

Chapter 1

“Draco, Draco” the Dark Lord said “I have a very special task for you” his voice fills the room. My mum looks troubled. “You...” he says drawing his words out “are to kill...” I wait and patiently, but eagerly “Dumbledore.” He says with relish. “No!” My mum wails “He’s just a boy!” Aunt Bellatrix restrains her. “It’s a great honor” she says speaking to both me and my mum. “Yes” says the Dark Lord “A great honor indeed.” The scene changes. Dumbledore is talking with me at the Astronomy tower. “Draco you don’t have to kill me” he says. Why is he being so nice? It has to be some sort of trick. Yet... it doesn’t feel like it. It seems like... he actually cares. That’s more than I got from the Dark Lord. No, it has to be a trick. “The Dark Lord chose me” I said but it sounded feeble even to me. “Draco, Draco your not a killer” Dumbledore says again. “How do you know?” It sounded childish. “I mean, you don’t know what I’ve done.” I wasted time talking about how the Death Eaters came in. I don’t know why I bothered saying that. “It doesn’t matter any way, I'm here to kill you” I said. “Then you would of killed me already.” He said simply. “I have to” I said “He’ll kill me and my family otherwise.” “He can’t kill you if your already dead. I can fake your death. It’s probably what he expects.” Dumbledore said “Come to our side. We can hide you well.” I lowered my wand. I knew I didn’t want to kill him at that moment. Then Snape burst in “Avada Kedavra” he said. Dumbledore was dead. The scene changed again. “Draco you can tell us!” My father said “Is it Harry?” I looked. Of course it was Harry. But I looked into those green eyes and I couldn’t do it. “I...I don’t know.” The scene changed yet again. I rushed to capture Harry. I needed to get my family back to honor I needed to. But it was a hopeless cause. Looking at him again I couldn’t. And then Harry saved me. Why? Why was I constantly being saved by the enemy. And why was I constantly saving the enemy. Then one last time the scene changed. To my parents trial. Harry spoke up “Narcissa lied to the Dark Lord to save me.” Father whispered “Is this true?” Mum gave a small jerk of her head. I sat anxiously watching the trial. The Ministry excused me, since I was young, but my parents might be sentenced to Azkaban for helping the Dark Lord. That was too horrible to think about. “I say that instead of sentencing them to Azkaban we let them help us catch their fellow Death Eaters”. The Ministry argued for I while until they decided that was the most sensible thing to do. Harry shot me a look of pity. A strange feeling rose in my chest. I woke up. I’d been having dreams like this for awhile. I went down for breakfast. I was going to be going to the another year of school my father persuaded me saying. “It’ll be good, the days of the Dark Arts are over and well” he gave a sigh “The more knowledge the better”. My mum said “Eat quickly we’ll be late” she said. I ate a bit, but I wasn’t hungry. She sighed. “Do you want to talk?” “No” I simply said. She sighed again. “Fine.” We went to Platform Nine-and-Three Quarters. People shot me looks of disgust and contempt. I looked towards the ground. I went on the train. I heard people whispering “Death Eater” I found an empty compartment and sat down there.