dl_voldemort (dl_voldemort) wrote in timesandtrials, @ 2008-12-15 23:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | draco malfoy, voldemort |
Who: Voldemort and Draco
Where: The Carrow Manor
When: Monday Evening
Rating: PG
Statis: Complete!
Summary:
Voldemort was livid with his Death Eaters. All of them were worthless and it had become very clear after what happened in the Ministry that it was time to raise a new army. Stronger then the last. Perhaps in his absence, his followers had become blind to the cause. Doubt made for weakness and only brought him down along with it. There would be none of that. Not now that Harry was gone, that the Order was onto his most recent of plans.
Moving to the Carrow estate, he knew there was only one solution to his problem. His trump card. Slamming in, he started yelling. "Where have you put Draco. I need to see him now!" If Lucius wouldn't listen to him, then perhaps his son would be smart enough to. Everything he'd given the boy and now he was willing to offer him that much more. "DRACO."
Draco cringed when he heard the bellowing of the Dark Lord and set down the vial he was holding. The boy quietly walked into the main room and bowed, not wanting to anger him further. "Yes?"
Voldemort sighed, seeing the boy and sized him up. "Draco." He took a few steps towards the boy and stopped, sizing him up. Potter's age, weak but any donky could be taught with proper instruction. "I'm afraid things didn't go as planned at the Veil. Not entirely."
"Not entirely..." Draco repeated. He went extremely pale and swallowed nervously. "W-what h-happened?"
"Apparently the spell at the Veil did not work as I had read. Take heed in knowing that your Aunt is alive again though. However your parents might not be for long." He glared, not at Draco, but at the memory of Lucius. Of course his tramp wife would also be in on his plans no doubt. "They are betraying me Draco and I do not take well to being betrayed."
"But... but I thought my Father was one of your loyal followers," the boy asked in confusion. "Wait... my Aunt is alive? But no one else came through?"
"I DON'T HAVE TIME TO EXPLAIN THINGS. Except that your aunt is alive. She is in hiding with me." Stupid boy asking to many bloody questions. "Your Father literally tried to stab me in the back today Draco. He's a fool if he thnks he'll get away with it. Weak. And what should I do about that, hmm?"
"He what???" Draco stared in disbelief. Stab the Dark Lord? Was Lucius insane? "I... I don't know, sir. I would assume you'd punish him for it?"
"And do you think he'd deserve it?" Voldemort wasn't pacing, but he circled the boy, watching his judgement.
Draco nodded and stood completely still. "He failed you again. That's how I ended up involved. And because of him, my Mother became involved as well. So if he did intend to kill you, then it's treason."
A coy smile spread on Voldemort's lips. "Are you telling me this because you think it's what I want to hear, or is your anger so great towards what your father's done that you really believe it yourself?" The tip of his wand, tilted Draco's chin to look him in the eyes. He'd be able to tell if the boy was lying or not.
"Both," he answered honestly. Despite being trained in Occlumency, Draco knew he was no match for Voldemort's abilities. "My Father ruined my family."
"Smart boy. I don't think I've given you enough credit. You're parents will be punished. When and how is a matter of time. My question of you though is where do you stand Draco? Do you fight with me or do you want to run home to the people that have ruined your family name? Associating with me for so long has put a black mark on your family with the Ministry. A mess that place is. But you can no deny the power that they gained from it."
"If you'll pardon me for asking, why punish Mother? She's not even a Death Eater. I can understand you wanting to punish my Father though..." Draco brushed his blonde hair away from his eyes. "I'm not sure... I want to go home to my family. But I know that because of my Father, things can't ever be the way they were. You're powerful my Lord, but your people fail you and that undermines your goals."
"Your mother has been marked. She was in charge of Potter to keep him alive. And she failed that as well. Potter must be alive, but I do not know where they would have taken him. That is unimportant. They both have done me wrong and they both will pay." He smiled when Draco was hesitant about going home. "How would you like to be taught something useful Draco? Become the man your father has yet to grow into?"
"Like what?" he asked cautiously.
"Everything Potter knows. More. Everything I know. My strengths could become yours. More powerful then your father ever wished to be. A pure blood, finally being pushed to his full potential and not hidden in the shadows of boy that gained his fame by accident." Voldemort smiled wider. "I, alone, can give you all of that."
Draco set his jaw firmly at the mention of Potter, his eyes narrowing slightly. "More powerful than Scarhead? What would I have to do?"
"Join." Voldemort twirled the wand in his hands, eyes locking with Draco.
"Join the Death Eaters," he murmured, considering the idea. "But if I'm marked, I'd be useless as a spy. It's the first thing they'd check me for."
"Who ever said you'd be a spy. No more hiding Draco. Hiding has gotten us no where. The mark is a sign of power that your Father isn't worthy of wearing anymore. You'll be trained, conditioned and you will fight by my side and your Aunt's." He didn't like how Draco was wavering.
"I had hoped to take my NEWT's," he mumbled, mostly to himself. "I..." Draco swallowed nervously. "I'm not ready to take the Mark yet," he finally admitted. "Not worthy," he added to try and cover his fear.
Voldemort sized Draco up, circling him as he took in a deep breath. "Not today..not tomorrow. But I can make you worthy. True; you don't have the power yet, but I will be the judge of when you do. And when I feel the time is right, you will stand among my men. That's if you want the training. Otherwise you're as worthless and ungreatful as you Father."
"I'm not worthless!" he snapped angrily. "I got the Death Eaters into Hogwarts on my own!I didn't need anyone's help to do it either. Don't say I'm like him... I can be better."
"Then make your choice!" he roared back. He would not be yelled at by a child, of age or not.
"Train me."
Voldemort reached into his cloak and threw a journal at him. "You're not to call for help, you're to come to me when you're beckoned for and if you try to run away I will kill you. I will not be used by another Malfoy and I expect great things from you boy. You're training will begin soon enough. Until then.." Voldemort turned on his heels moving to make his exit.
"Use this one from now on?" he asked. "Instead of the one Alecto told me to make the entry in?"
"Are you going to make me repeat myself?"
"No, my Lord," he ropelied, sliding the journal into the pocket of his jacket.
"Until later then. Be on guard Draco." With a sweep of his cloack, Voldemort left the Carrow estate.
Draco sighed and slumped against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm his pounding heart. "What have I done?" he whispered to himself.