With the sixth and seventh books, I always saw Draco Malfoy as a pretty interesting character. I just wanted to write his view of the war and how he feels about it.
Of course, i don't own anything. Everything belongs to the great and wonderful JK Rowling.
Draco Malfoy furrowed his eyebrows and tried to not show pain in his face as he was branded with the Dark Mark.
The dark green light emitted from the Dark Lord's wand as he pressed it against Draco's left forearm. He had seen the same mark on his father's and his aunt's arm and he would be lying if he had said that the thought of not becoming one of the Dark Lord's loyal followers wasn't in the forefront of his mind.
He would give anything to be among the special group that the Dark Lord considered his loyal followers.
He could feel the excitement emanating from his aunt. She stood, hovering behind the Dark Lord, shaking and grinning at him in the dim lighting. Her pale face stood out against the Dark Lord's black robes.
He could feel his mother's eyes boring into his back. She hadn't wanted him to officially join; she wanted him to be like her - loyal and a supporter of the Dark Lord's beliefs, but not to the point where he would be identically branded as his father was.
And his father...he hoped that he would make his father proud of him.
And Draco felt that he did. Although his father was locked up, far away in Azkaban, Draco could tell that all his father wanted for him was to grow up and become a loyal follower as he had been.
And now, it was official.
Draco felt a growing sort of pride in his chest. He glanced down at the Mark on his forearm and looked up at the Dark Lord, straight into the red slits that were his eyes.
"Very well, Draco," the Dark Lord said in a soft, hissing voice. His snake slithered along the ground and wrapped itself around his neck. He pressed a finger to Draco's forearm and felt the Mark burn beneath.
Draco involuntary twitched, but held his arm steady.
"I would like to give you a special mission, Draco. Can I trust you with it?"
Draco nodded. "Yes, My Lord," he said, looking down and bowing his head.
"You will complete this task until the end?"
"Yes, My Lord."
"Very well." The Dark Lord paced around a few steps until he stood before him, his aunt, and his mother. The snake hissed at them, still wrapped around the Dark Lord's neck. "You must kill Albus Dumbledore. You have one year. I believe you know him, do you not, Draco?"
Draco nodded, his heart sinking. There is no possible way he could kill Dumbledore. He glanced up quickly. "Yes, My Lord. The headmaster of Hogwarts."
"And what will you do?"
"I will kill him, My Lord."
"He will be dead before the end of the year?"
"Yes, My Lord."
"Repeat your mission to me."
Draco took a deep breath and swallowed. His heart felt like it would beat out of his chest. He saw his aunt flit around, excitedly, barely able to contain herself. From the corner of his eye, he saw the slightest movement from his mother. But her stone face did not betray her.
"I will kill Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts. He will be dead by the time I have completed by my sixth year."
The Dark Lord carefully and slowly walked up to Draco. He leaned into Draco and whispered in his ear. "If you fail, if the Muggle-lover is still alive at the end of your 6th year...I will kill you, your mother, and your father. Dear sweet Lucius...a failure behind bars. Your mother, standing right over there...she will die first. And...Draco...you shall be the one to do it." He straightened up and gave Draco a vicious smile. Loudly he said, "Remember...if you fail..."
He and his snake disappeared with a wave of his cloak.
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