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G00DGIRLG0N3BAD · 07-10-2007, 03:18 AM

Chapter 2
Written by: hp_lvr01

In an instant, the temperature dropped dramatically. Snape kept his stoic physical appearance; Draco tried to do the same although his shaking turned to shivering jerks.

Narcissa uttered a soft cry as the room at the end of the hallway opened for a second time. A hooded figure appeared and lifted his hand slowly, beckoning.

“Come.” The figure growled.

Draco seemed to be frozen in place.

“Go boy!” Snape snarled, giving him a hard push toward the Death Eater.

Draco stepped fell forward then began walking. Each step was like an icicle of fear cutting through him. He felt his mother and Snape’s presence behind him.

The ominous glow of the room surrounded the trio as the stepped into the room. The walls could not be seen because they were covered by rows of Death Eaters. If they believed the preceding room to be cold then this room was to be considered deathly, the only warmth came from a fireplace at the front of the room.

There was a tall, cloaked figure in front of the fire. Although he was not facing them no one could mistake his identity.

The Death Eater that called them in spoke, “My Lord, they are here.”

Draco couldn’t hold himself together, shivering more. The figure turned and there was a sudden rush of movement as everyone in the room bowed. Draco scrambled to copy the others.

Voldemort was dressed in a long black cloak. It enveloped his tall figure and displayed his mentally perilous mind in his appearance.

“Well,” Voldemort spoke in a dangerous voice, “What do we have here? A fool’s son appearing to beg for mercy? How quaint.”

The Dark Lord laughed humorlessly. It was a sickening raspy sound easily compared to nails against a chalkboard.

In a sudden move Voldemort was two inches away from Draco, who was breathing shallowly now and could only stare helplessly.

“What do you have to say child?” he asked in a forceful tone.

Everyone was looking at Draco. He couldn’t move, his body not allowing him to. Say something!

“I-I wish t-t-to prove my-myself.” He stuttered.

Voldemort sneered. It was an awful site to see, especially from Draco’s proximity. He tried to keep his face composed as he watched the face of evil. That moment was broken by Voldemort’s voice. It sounded in what seemed to be an amused tone.

“Prove yourself? A bold request indeed.” He said moving back a few feet, “Alright then. You shall have your chance.”

This made everyone look up curiously, awaiting the task that was to be given. Draco’s palms began to sweat as he listened for his fate. Would he have to kill someone? He knew already he would fail. No one spoke. The few seconds of silence seemed to drag on for ages.

“What you must do,” Draco leaned forward slightly as he listened as Voldemort talked, “is befriend either Potter himself or someone close to him and gain their trust.”

Everything seemed to stop as relief rushed through Draco. I don’t have to kill! He enjoyed the few moments of bliss but then comprehension hit him hard as he realized what he must do.

Before anyone could speak the Dark Lord was already turning away speaking abruptly, “Now get out! I do not wish to have such filth near me for such an amount of time.”

Narcissa grabbed her son’s hand and quickly left the room behind Snape.

Pettigrew came up behind his master asking, “Forgive my ignorance but why give the boy a task, and such and important one?”

Voldemort turned swiftly making his servant cower, “His father was an insolent fool. Naturally the boy should be killed. Why not be entertained while doing the deed?” he spoke, “and also my pet, how many times have I told you not to question me? AVADA KEDAVRA!”

A green light shot out of his wand filling the room with a terrible sream of agony. Voldemort enjoyed the pain in front of him then lifted the curse turned away contently.

The shouts of the earlier attack had reached the other room, but even they could not shake Draco from his shock.

“Draco, dear?” Narcissa spoke.

“Come now Draco! Be happy you’re not dead!” Snape exclaimed, almost shouting.

At those words Draco managed to stand and speak, “Let’s go.”

In the next moment the room was as vacant as Draco.

07-10-2007, 03:18 AM	#3 (permalink)
G00DGIRLG0N3BAD Erumpent Location: GONE. Join Date: Jul 2006 Posts: 13,179	Chapter 2 Written by: hp_lvr01 In an instant, the temperature dropped dramatically. Snape kept his stoic physical appearance; Draco tried to do the same although his shaking turned to shivering jerks. Narcissa uttered a soft cry as the room at the end of the hallway opened for a second time. A hooded figure appeared and lifted his hand slowly, beckoning. “Come.” The figure growled. Draco seemed to be frozen in place. “Go boy!” Snape snarled, giving him a hard push toward the Death Eater. Draco stepped fell forward then began walking. Each step was like an icicle of fear cutting through him. He felt his mother and Snape’s presence behind him. The ominous glow of the room surrounded the trio as the stepped into the room. The walls could not be seen because they were covered by rows of Death Eaters. If they believed the preceding room to be cold then this room was to be considered deathly, the only warmth came from a fireplace at the front of the room. There was a tall, cloaked figure in front of the fire. Although he was not facing them no one could mistake his identity. The Death Eater that called them in spoke, “My Lord, they are here.” Draco couldn’t hold himself together, shivering more. The figure turned and there was a sudden rush of movement as everyone in the room bowed. Draco scrambled to copy the others. Voldemort was dressed in a long black cloak. It enveloped his tall figure and displayed his mentally perilous mind in his appearance. “Well,” Voldemort spoke in a dangerous voice, “What do we have here? A fool’s son appearing to beg for mercy? How quaint.” The Dark Lord laughed humorlessly. It was a sickening raspy sound easily compared to nails against a chalkboard. In a sudden move Voldemort was two inches away from Draco, who was breathing shallowly now and could only stare helplessly. “What do you have to say child?” he asked in a forceful tone. Everyone was looking at Draco. He couldn’t move, his body not allowing him to. Say something! “I-I wish t-t-to prove my-myself.” He stuttered. Voldemort sneered. It was an awful site to see, especially from Draco’s proximity. He tried to keep his face composed as he watched the face of evil. That moment was broken by Voldemort’s voice. It sounded in what seemed to be an amused tone. “Prove yourself? A bold request indeed.” He said moving back a few feet, “Alright then. You shall have your chance.” This made everyone look up curiously, awaiting the task that was to be given. Draco’s palms began to sweat as he listened for his fate. Would he have to kill someone? He knew already he would fail. No one spoke. The few seconds of silence seemed to drag on for ages. “What you must do,” Draco leaned forward slightly as he listened as Voldemort talked, “is befriend either Potter himself or someone close to him and gain their trust.” Everything seemed to stop as relief rushed through Draco. I don’t have to kill! He enjoyed the few moments of bliss but then comprehension hit him hard as he realized what he must do. Before anyone could speak the Dark Lord was already turning away speaking abruptly, “Now get out! I do not wish to have such filth near me for such an amount of time.” Narcissa grabbed her son’s hand and quickly left the room behind Snape. Pettigrew came up behind his master asking, “Forgive my ignorance but why give the boy a task, and such and important one?” Voldemort turned swiftly making his servant cower, “His father was an insolent fool. Naturally the boy should be killed. Why not be entertained while doing the deed?” he spoke, “and also my pet, how many times have I told you not to question me? AVADA KEDAVRA!” A green light shot out of his wand filling the room with a terrible sream of agony. Voldemort enjoyed the pain in front of him then lifted the curse turned away contently. The shouts of the earlier attack had reached the other room, but even they could not shake Draco from his shock. “Draco, dear?” Narcissa spoke. “Come now Draco! Be happy you’re not dead!” Snape exclaimed, almost shouting. At those words Draco managed to stand and speak, “Let’s go.” In the next moment the room was as vacant as Draco.