Written for the Pureblood Competition! Obviously, I'm no JKRowling. It's just a short little blurb, but I hope ya'll enjoy!
At first, Barty never wanted to join the Dark Lord. He just wanted to move on with his life, settle down with someone, and start a family. It's what his parents wanted for him, and what he wanted for himself.
But he had stupidly fallen in with the wrong crowd. All of his friends were going to become Death Eaters, and were constantly buggering him to join as well.
Everyone had told him it was his duty. It was his duty to the pureblood legacy, to make sure that filthy Mudbloods didn't take over their world.
Honestly, he didn't even see the big deal. "But they'll ruin our customs, bring in their muggle lifestyle, but most importantly, they'll expose our secret."
Barty rolled his eyes. Mudbloods were stupid, but not that stupid. He didn't really believe that they would expose the world that they belonged too. People, such as the Malfoys, thought differently.
It was Hogsmeade weekend, and Lucius had finally manage to corner him.
He was constantly pressuring Barty to join the Dark Lord's ranks. Sending owls, messages through classmates, and other various methods of communication. Each time, Barty politely declined. That wasn't what he wanted.
"Barty, you're making a mistake," Lucius said coolly.
Barty simply shook his head. "No. Just no. Now leave me be."
Lucius growled in anger. "It's your duty! It's your responsibility to protect these people. Your blood is pure, and you should strive to keep the wizarding world this way."
Barty bit his lip. He didn't want to think of Lucius as being right.
The older man sat up straight, narrowing his eyes. "You're bound by your blood to join. If you don't, well, we won't hesitate to kill those in the way."
Barty had heard the message loud and clear. Join, or you'll die.
So swallowing all thoughts of resistance he had, he nodded. "All right then."
An evil smile spread across Lucius' face. "Very well. I'll let the Dark Lord know. There's a meeting tonight, so be sure to slip out after dark. I'll come to collect you." He turned, quickly walking away.
Barty sighed. Lucius was right after all. He didn't really have a choice. He was bound by blood, bound by his duty to the wizarding world.