Most people have a good reason for doing terrible things. And so did Draco Malfoy. Lord Voldemort will slowly torture and then kill him and his parents. Read about the boy who had no choice: Draco Malfoy. Written by Snigdha Tiwari.
For people who have not read/seen Harry Potter and the Order or Phoenix and Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince and want to do so:
Do not read this if you do not want the surprise to be ruined.
6th July, 1996:
Father has been imprisoned because of Potter and his faithful sidekicks. The Dark Lord is enraged with the Death Eaters for not getting the prophecy from the Hall of Prophecies in the Department of Mysteries. The Dark Lord uses the Manor as an operating centre for all his activities. I don’t come downstairs while he is here. The aura in this godforsaken place is miserable. Mother usually does not get out of her room. Only Aunt Bellatrix is allowed to go there apart from me. Whenever I see her, there are tears on her cheeks and her eyes are red and puffy.
Today, Mother comes to my chambers and tells me that the Dark Lord has summoned me into one of our living rooms. My heart sinks. I know that the reason behind the summon is not good as he is displeased with us. I swiftly get up, and go downstairs, my expression neutral.
As soon as I see the Dark Lord, a chill goes up my spine. My mother seats herself just opposite me. She is looking oddly blank. He softly says, “Come here, my boy.” I walk towards the seat on his right, but he gestures to the seat on the left side of the table, for the right side is reserved for those most trusted. He then hisses in his low tone, “Do you want your father to be released from Azkaban?”
I replied, “Yes, my Lord.”
“Will you take any measures to have him released from there?”
I repeat, “Yes, my Lord.”
“Do you also want to be a Death Eater like your clan?”
My voice is stuck in my throat. I look at my mother for some advice. She gives me the smallest of nods, and then returns to looking at the wall blankly. “Yes, my Lord. I will be a Death Eater, too,” I said feebly. Aunt Bellatrix looks elated.
He says, “Very good. You shall be branded with the Dark Mark tomorrow.”
I stiffly nod and exit the room. I walk calmly until I am sure no one can see me, I break into a fast run. My world is crashing around me. In a fit of anger, I kick the wall and break my toe. I howl in pain. I just noticed; Mother was standing on my door. She gently says, “Shh, it’s okay. Shh. Episkey (A/N.- That’s the spell that heals broken bones). You’ll brave this, I have full confidence in you.”
“What will I have to do, Mother?” I ask in a shaking voice.
“I don’t know yet,” she replies, her voice equally quivery.
She then summons some hot cocoa and tells me to go to sleep.
Self composed and written by Snigdha tiwari