Knowing too much

17. Imperio

“You know what disobedience means, Avery,” the Dark Lord’s cold voice snaked around the chamber as he smiled evilly at the man kneeling before him.

Draco stood, motionless, behind the stone statue, one of many in Voldemort’s hideout, and prayed he wouldn’t be spotted. He couldn’t move for fear of being seen.

“No… pl-please…” the man whimpered so pitifully that the blond winced.

Grinning wider, though it looked more like a grimace on Voldemort’s disfigured, serpent-like face, he drew his wand. “Imperio!”

What happened next was stranger than anything Draco had ever seen. Avery rose, a glazed look misting over his once-bright blue eyes, and bowed to Voldemort.

“You shall go now, and bring that traitor back to me,” the Dark Lord commanded.

Nodding, Avery left, leaving Draco shocked as he slumped against the stone gargoyle. If Voldmort could force a man to expose his one and only son and bring him back for what would most probably be the most unimaginable punishment, then what else was he capable of?

Swallowing, Draco inched from behind the statue and out of sight, down a dark and narrow corridor. He didn’t want to know.