Broken Promises

1- Death Eater Manor

a/n: this is the new, better version of broken promises, all chapters being rewritten and republished as fast as possible to fit the new storyline. I think you all will like this version better anyways. No more plot holes, more character development, and in my opinion, a lot less rushed.

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Draco knew of his father's failure. He knew that Lucius had failed to return with Harry Potter's prophecy. He knew that he had gotten sent to Azkaban. But he didn't know that he was going to be involved in the escape plan. That the Lestrange brothers and his aunt Bellatrix would be among those ten who escaped. He didn't know that he was going to have to sit patiently with his mother just right outside the door where the Dark Lord was punishing his disciples.

"That's going to be me in there one day isn't it?" Draco whispered to Narcissa. The two were sitting on an expensive wooden bench in front of the doors to the drawing room. Narcissa said nothing. What did Draco want her to say? Yes darling, that's going to be you in there receiving Cruciatus after Cruciatus because you failed to retrieve a blasted prophecy that tells all the secrets to killing a poor twelve year old. If that's what Draco was waiting for his mother to tell him he could take that thought and burn it.

Although Narcissa knew it was only a matter of time before Draco was going to have to take the mark for himself. She hated that. Hated the fact that her son, her precious son that she's moved heaven and earth for, her son was going to have to suffer becoming the worst version of himself to make up for his father's mistakes.

And that to Narcissa was a fate worse than death.

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Draco walked out of his family drawing room. Shutting the doors carefully behind him. His eyes were wide in horror, cold sweat dripping down his back causing his white button up to skin to his skin. He wiped the hot tears from his cheeks. His right hand clutching his left forearm.

He clenched his eyes shut to escape any more emotions. Right then he felt Narcissa's warm delicate hands on his shoulders.

"Welcome to the game darling."

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Clara Bletchley's pov:

August 15th

Another dinner tonight. That's what mother said the parchment the owl from Malfoy manor had delivered her. When will she learn? When is it going to click that no matter how many dinners, galas, charity events, or blasted social gatherings they go to... my mother and father will never be in the inner circle of the Dark Lord. Because that's what happens when you get close to Lucius and his family, you become close to the Dark Lord.

But of course anyone in their right mind knows that the sacred twenty eight doesn't just attend 'dinners' on the regular for mere entertainment. These dinners were simply a diversion. A diversion to the ministry so parents, like my own, can gather with others to update their dear Lord.

My parents have been after the position of the Malfoy family for as long as I can remember. They've wanted the glory, the fame, the power. I don't know why anyone would want to be associated with a mass murderer who is against difference in blood.

Are they even aware that their precious Lord is a half-blood himself? Why the need to eliminate Muggle-borns? Why are some considered 'blood traitors' simply for not caring about someone's magical background? Honestly, I'll never understand. It's a blasted theory if you ask me. They seek to 'keep magic within all magical families'. Absolute rubbish.

But if my mother, no... If my father ever found out about my lacking devotion to the Dark Lord, well one can only imagine. I'd be banished. Nothing scares me more than becoming someone I don't want to be. And frankly, becoming a death eater is the last thing I would want for myself.