Hi Reader! I hope you enjoy my first story. Warning it does contain spoilers! Please review, I'd love to hear from you all!
I thank J.K. Rowling for providing the characters and past 6 years worth of events. I'm simply borrowing and personalizing. :)
Thanks so much to beta ronspoiledeverything!
The Malfoy Manor loomed over miles of land in the darkness of the night. It was filled from top to bottom with the finest and most expensive furniture and belongings. But, like a heart incapable of love, it was empty.
So was Narcissa Malfoy. The woman could have been so beautiful had she not been destroyed by the horrible life she led.
Her body was delicately sprawled on a luxurious chaise lounge, her face in her hands as tears poured out of her light blue eyes.
This was the night her one and only son was sent on an impossible mission.
Kill Albus Dumbledore? It may have been possible, but for a young boy?
Narcissa knew her boy was a strong one, but she also knew he was afraid. He masked his feelings so well behind the same face her husband had.
The same face she had come to possess.
She clutched her soft silk handkerchief, her knuckles as white as her face.
Would she ever see her lovely son again?
If there were gods they answered her, for that moment Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape came striding into the manor.
“Draco!” Narcissa cried as she rushed from her spot on the lounge to her son.
She quickly pulled him into her arms to reassure herself he was truly standing in front of her, still alive.
Draco’s usually pale face had lost the last ounces of color it possessed.
Narcissa looked into her son’s eyes to see something she hadn’t seen since he was a little boy.
Fear…
“Severus what happened?!” Narcissa said as tears fell from her eyes.
She knew her son would not betray his pride; he wouldn’t speak about his fear… or his failure.
“I’m afraid, Narcissa, that what you had feared was indeed the case.” Snape stated; his customary cold demeanor not lost.
“What happened? Is Dumbledore - ” Narcissa attempted to grasp the situation.
“Yes.” Snape cut her off shortly. “By my own hand. Draco was unable…”
Anger flashed across Draco’s face for only a moment. Even now his pride could still be damaged.
“Then he’ll be punished. The Dark Lord… he’ll say it was Draco’s task!” Narcissa cried, hoping uselessly that Snape could say or do anything to save her son, again.
“Narcissa, it’s not as if you did not see this to be his plan in the first place. He wants revenge on the Malfoy’s. Lucius failed him.” Snape didn’t dare call the Malfoy’s a family. It was not a word he used often.
“But Severus…” Narcissa nearly pleaded as she hugged Draco tightly, “He’s my son.”
“It would not be in our favor to keep the Dark Lord waiting.” Snape stated, knowing the only thing he could have done to help Draco was already done.
Though he always produced a cold shell Severus felt his heart ache for Narcissa and Draco.
“I’ll be outside.” He stated stiffly before leaving, giving the mother and son a moment… to say their goodbye’s.
Severus fought hard with himself to regain his composure as he waited.
He knew how easily the Dark Lord could see through a person, he could not be weak at a time like this.
He heard the heavy doors of the Malfoy Manor open and did not dare look either Malfoy in the eye.
At least one of them was about to lose their life. He couldn’t look at them and pretend not to know it.
Without uttering a word Snape apparated to an unknown destination and the two Malfoy’s followed. No one ever knew where Voldemort was or how he managed to manipulate magic. You just apparated and left the rest to the Dark Lord.
Draco felt his feet hit hard soil. The Death Eater’s meeting places were always deep in forests.
The tall trees that surrounded the small circular clearing nearly blocked out the night sky, and though they reached greater heights than any man they were not what frightened Draco.
Even with the masks, Draco could feel the Death Eaters casting hateful looks on him.
They were disgusted. A child had been entrusted with a task so important, they had been bitter to begin with. They were sure he would fail, and he did.
He was not worthy to join their ranks; he was not worthy to live.
“Young Mister Malfoy.” Voldemort spoke.
Draco instantly dropped to one knee in a respectful bow, but he dared not speak.
Voldemort sat upon a high backed chair, his wand dangling threateningly in his bony right hand.
“It has come to my attention that you have failed your mission.” The Dark Lord taunted.
Slowly he stood and approached the boy that had not moved from his bow.
“Severus, whom I shall speak with later-” Voldemort continued with a deadly glance at Snape. “Has now been discovered as our spy.”
Snape turned away and mentally cursed himself for fighting against Potter when he chased after him.
Voldemort knelt down in front of Draco, who still had not moved from his position.
“Do you know what happens when you fail a mission?” He spoke as if he were asking a little child.
Draco shortly shook his head for he feared his voice would not work even if he tried to speak.
“Well then, I’ll have to show you, won’t I?” Voldemort whispered malevolently before returning to a standing position.
“No!” yelled Narcissa suddenly, “Please Master do not kill my son! I’ll do anything, take my life instead!”
Anger quickly met every feature on Voldemort’s face. “Crucio!” he shouted, causing both Malfoy’s to fall to the ground, screaming cries of pain.
Voldemort soaked in the screams, music to his ears.
When he was satisfied he lifted the curse and a disgusting smile formed on his snake-like face.
Draco had only just recovered from the excruciating pain when he heard the killing curse.
“Avada Kedavra!” Voldemort said sharply.
A jet of green light shot from his wand and hit Draco square in the chest.
It took not but a second for the young Slytherin’s body to crumple lifelessly on the hard soil.
Narcissa looked at the motionless form of her son; though his gray eyes were constantly cold in life they were different now. They were empty.
Voldemort looked to the woman, wishing to see the hurt in her face.
The look on the face of someone who just witnessed a loved one die was sickeningly satisfying for the Dark Lord.
And though pain was evident in Narcissa Malfoy’s features, it was not the predominant expression.
She was… bewildered.
Voldemort angrily spun around, his black cloak swishing behind him.
“One Malfoy for tonight, now get out of my sight you pathetic woman.” He spat as he approached his throne.
He sat down and smiled another revolting smile.
“And take that-” he gestured towards Draco’s body. “-with you.”
Narcissa crawled hastily to her son’s body and with a hateful look at Voldemort, quickly dissaparated.
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