Heart of a Servant

Chapter 1: Trial

Draco P.O.V.

It's been a month since the war. My family had been imprisoned, each given a different Trial date and sentences. My father was first and he was given a life sentence in Azkaban. As my mother's only crime was being affiliated with the Dark Lord, when it was her day for trial, she was placed under house arrest for the next few months and had to do community service. I was barely grateful as I knew my mother didn't deserve to stay in Azkaban.

My stomach was in knots. I had committed so many unforgivable things. I knew I was going to end up in Azkaban so I was mentally preparing myself for the abuse I was going to go through. I enjoyed these few months that I didn't have my father. Although it was short I didn't have to go through anymore... problems.

It was finally time for my trial. I was standing before the magic court. I was cuffed and stripped of my wand in hopes of no fighting back or escape. Before I had knew it, I was having a very odd dosage of Vertiaserum poured down the gullies of my throat. Then the questions began.

"Young Wizard! What is your name."

"Draco Lucius Malfoy."

"Tell us your age young man."

"I'm 17 years old."

It seemed they knew a lot about me. Progressively the questions became harder and harder. I hated it all. I didn't want to answer any of these overtly personal questions. I still held what was left of my Malfoy mask answering as vaguely as possible.

"As you said you worked for the Dark Lord?"

"Yes."

"Why did you work for him."

"... My family..."

" Mr. Malfoy, what was your family like."

"Normal..."

"I see that you were charged with the murder of Albus Dumbledore. Is this true that you... killed him?"

I froze. I knew I couldn't lie. But it was my duty to kill him... but... I couldn't. And I didn't want to incriminate a dead man. Not to mention that dead man was the only person that cared for my in this life aside from my mother. But he had to, he was instructed to by Dumbledore himself. He was a traitor to the dark lord but had told us nothing. He had told ME nothing. I was asked again and this time I was forced to speak.

"...I-I didn't kill him..."

They avoided asking who it was that killed him. It was suffocating. the silent whispers filled the room most in disbelief.

"Mr. Malfoy, Have you killed anyone?"

"No, I haven't."

"Mr. Malfoy, what were you tasked to do by the Dark Lord."

Not wanting to answer I held back tears. All the bad memories of everything they had done... Everything HE had done, it was unbearable. I only went through with any of their wishes because, I wanted father to be proud of me, and actually treat me as though I was his son. I held my breathe, I told them only the tasks that involved non- death eaters.

" I was instructed to kill Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore."

"Is that all he instructed?"

I kept silent, I had not wanted anyone to know any further of the answers. I shook my head not wanting anyone to know of my biggest scar... my biggest regret.

"Do you mind sharing with us what he told you to do."

"Yes actually. I do mind giving out any of the more personal information as to what I was instructed as no one else other than death eaters had anything to do with it."

The female auror that had asked the question seemed to have understood my distress. We had been pulled into a recess of sorts for them to decide what my punishment would be. I had an idea of what would happen as I hadn't done anything worth a life sentence like my father had. However, I hadn't been so innocent as to simply be put under house arrest by mother. I expected to be put in Azkaban for 5 years or so. It didn't seem all that bad. I could only wait to see what these prats and hypocrites had in stored for me.

An hour had passed. Finally, the moment of truth had arisen. I felt my heart race as silence had been the only thing to full the room. Then one of them spoke.

"We find Draco Malfoy to be guilty of having association with the Dark Lord and for the attempt of assassination of both Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter. We have concluded that his crimes are not severe enough and that he is to young to be set into Azkaban. He will be put into our slave system under our auror trainee, Harry Potter as repentance for his crimes under a permanent notice."

My life had finally shattered. I was now forced to the worst part of my life, being a slave... A PET to none other than my nemesis, Harry Potter. I was told to return home to my mother for the time being. Closer to the end of the month that was when my torture was to begin.