Here's finally a new part. Sorry it took too long, but I just got distracted by a lot of things. But here it is.


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Chapter Four: "If that is the Dark Lord's wish -" - Part two


Draco opened his eyes and faced the familiar iron gate. They Apparated in front of his house, the Malfoy Manor.

"Everyone is waiting for you," said Bellatrix, smiling madly.

He didn’t say anything, because he knew what "everyone" meant. They got inside and went to the drawing room, where about twenty Death Eaters were, including his father. He noticed that his mother was not there.

"Draco," said a voice from a corner of the room. It was the Dark Lord. "Thank you, Bella," he said slowly, and fixed his snake-like eyes on Draco. "I am glad you decided to come."

"I can’t say I had a choice," he said, throwing a disgusted look at Bellatrix.

Augustus Rockwood and Thorfinn Rowle muttered something. Of course, how could he talk like that to their Master?

"Maybe I should leave you continue your lovely meeting. I’m sure someone will let me know if you decide what to do with me," he added, getting out of the drawing room. He walked along a long hall, full of old family portraits, and went to his bedroom. It was a large room with massive furniture, everything decorated in silver and green. He lay down on his bed and closed his eyes. It was almost dark outside, but he didn’t want to sleep. He stood there for a few hours, barely moving, until he heard some noise. He guessed the Death Eaters had left, so that must have been his parents, arguing. Without thinking, he stood up and carefully got out of his room. The noises came from the library.

"How could you agree?" Said a woman’s voice, his mother’s. "He is our son, Lucius, our only son."

What was she talking about?

"If that is the Dark Lord’s wish -"

"How dare you? I will never let that happen."

"Darling, you do not want to be part of this."

"Don’t you call me darling. Throw me in the dungeons if you don’t want me to be part of your plan with your Dark Lord. You know it will be useless when Draco is going to be seventeen -"

What was she talking about?

He went back to his bedroom and waited there, until they finished arguing. There was a powerful sound, which must have been his father leaving the library. He found out that he was right when he got back to there.

"Draco -" started Narcissa. "I didn’t even get the chance to see you -"

"It’s okay, mother," he said slowly, sitting next to her. "I heard you earlier. What were you talking about? What plan?"

"Oh, Draco -"

Not knowing what to say, he embraced her.

"Well, isn’t that lovely," said a cold voice. It was Lucius Malfoy. "Draco, why don’t you come with me?"

Draco looked from his mother to his father for a few moments, then stood up and walked after Lucius. It looked like he didn’t want to go somewhere; he just wanted to keep his son away from his mother.

"Draco -" Lucius hissed, placing his left hand on his shoulder. "You know your mother had never liked the Dark Lord -"

"You’re saying you don’t mind him using our house as his Headquarters?"

Lucius surely didn’t expect to hear that. Didn’t want to hear that. Not coming out of his son’s mouth, at least. "Maybe you should go and sleep. You will be needing your energy tomorrow. The Dark Lord wishes to see you."

"Tomorrow?"

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