The other DE seemed to be satisfied with the answer and the tone had been more curious than anything else. After a few moments, Draco took his leave and was getting ready to slip out of the mausoleum when one of the elder members approached him with a folder of parchment sheets.
"There are still debts to be taken care of, Malfoy. I trust you will see to it." The baritone voice spat out.
Draco sneered and bit out, "My father's death isn't enough for you? He was the DE's greatest supporter." A tone of bitterness was in his voice - a bitterness from the let-down he had experienced from his father and bitterness over his death.
"And traitor." The voice cackled.
"He was cursed, Merlin knows how many bloody times! What do you expect?" He shot back, his fury rising by the minute. In truth, he honestly had no idea where his father's alliances had been at the end and his brief stint at St. Mungo's had wiped most if not all of his memories of that time.
"He was also one of our greatest wizards," an ominious voice cut in smoothly. The statement left an unasked question hanging in the air, but Draco pretended to not notice it.
"... Yes, My Lord." He bent his head slightly.
"Now then. I am sure you will take care of this little matter won't you?" The Dark Lord's voice oozed a superficial... congeniality. It crackled with an air of danger and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
"Of course, My Lord." Draco fought to keep the sneer out of his voice.
"Good. I look forward to your attendance at the next meeting." The Dark Lord's face broke into a sinister smile and Draco nearly choked at the undercurrent of danger he felt radiating from the dark wizard.
The Dark Lord left to attend to some other function and Draco slipped out of the mausoleum and into the cemetery.
His mind shielding was weakening at a rapid pace and he barely managed to disapparate out of the cemetery and back to the outskirts of the school grounds before they all but gave way.
He half ran half stumbled back to the school, nearly blinded in a sudden moment of intense fear and anxiety, and once inside the castle, he fell to his knees on the floor and silently wailed as the last shreds of self control were ripped free.
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